Chapter 25

After the stage pulled out for Fort Ramson, we had a family meeting that set the girls—and Ma—to crying. My eyes were pooling, but I blinked back the tears. Wouldn’t do for a nearly nineteen-year-old man to bawl even if he were feeling as low as a snake’s belly. Alex just looked more solemn than usual—if that was possible. Pa wanted to go settle Otter’s affairs, but he was needed at the Mead. Alex could have gone, but he was knee deep in newly planted fields and resisted any suggestion he should go. So that left me. Which suited me just fine.

There wasn’t just Otter’s body to be taken care of. He’d kept a portion of his silver and gold pieces in a hidey-hole under the cabin. That was likely where the deed to the farmland was, too. And perhaps a piece of paper that told what happens to things after the Major died.