“My third wife was a white woman,” Nelson explained as they stood outside the open doors. “Clarise’s daughter.”
“But Clarise didn’t have a daughter.” Annie’s brow wrinkled. “She married twice but with no children.”
“When Clarise was seventeen,” Nelson continued, “She had a baby girl. Out of wedlock. Great disgrace in those days. Baby girl was put up for adoption. Clarise found her twelve years ago living in Edmonton by herself. By that time the baby girl was grown up into a luscious little woman named Starr Fulbright. I met her when Clarise and her came to the Barn, whirlwind romance, I married her shortly after, we settled in Edmonton because of her. We had a stormy relationship. We separated within six months. My fault, little lady.”
“Too many girlfriends?” Annie moved aside as custom
