“Here.” She handed both to Violet. “I gave you most of what we got in cans, and the rest of the coffee. I got me about six or seven dollars in that pouch, so don’t you waste it. Take a pot, too.” They both stopped suddenly when they heard footsteps.
“Violet…?” Mrs. Donovan’s voice echoed from upstairs. “Charlie? What in the world…?”
“Come on now. Quickly.” Charlie ushered her out to the stables behind the house. “I’ll explain everything to your Mama. You stay to say goodbye and she might not let you leave.” Working together, they saddled Maple and led her through the fence. Violet’s bundles were stuffed into her saddle bags and latched tightly. Violet was just jumping into her saddle when Mrs. Donovan came running through the kitchen door.
“Violet—”