Chapter 152

Around them, the storm only got worse. The winds howled against the barn walls, rattling the squeaky hinges and rickety shutters. Linus and Sitting Bear would gather wood when the weather allowed it, but they were still forced to remain conservative with their fires. The perpetual frost in the air was hardly doing Rory any favors, and by the fifth morning, he was barely well enough to speak, or eat, and spent his day bundled in every blanket available to him.

“He can’t keep on like this,” Violet said. “You sure Grammy don’t got no medicine to spare? Nothin’ at all?”

Mei shook her head. “Not a drop. Best she’s got is a bit of old tobacco in a spit tin, but that’s for her gums when they get ornery.”