Chapter Seventy:
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WILKES INTRODUCED HER properly to Yancy. The thin man was shorter, maybe a few years younger and not as educated, she guessed from his speech, but Yancy Grey and Wilkes shared an easygoing friendship. Maybe it was because they were both tinkers. They’d found wonder in the workings of an old wagon.
“This belonged to the family who lived in an old house Yancy thinks whispers to him late at night.” Wilkes stepped over a wagon wheel and several boards. He must have seen her wide eyes, because he rushed to add, “We’ll put that back on, don’t worry.”
He touched her arm in reassurance. This time his touch was gentle, reassuring, but she still felt the warmth of it.
“Yancy reminded me that you don’t know the interesting part. How could you? You’re new in town. Everyone cal
