CHAPTER SEVEN
Walking out the door, Peter leaves one more gold coin on the table Darla cleans.
Darla picks up the coin, sliding it into her apron pocket, and whispers, “Thank yaouw.” She looks around the room as she wipes the table a few more times.
Peter nods, and they leave.
In the stables, Sarah looks down into Albert’s dark eyes. “Do we have to leave Albert?” Sarah strokes his nose.
Taking his rope, she unfastens his harness. He lets out a grunt, stomping the hay covered ground, and shakes his head. She takes the supplies and packs from him. Tying them to Chess’ saddle, she lets out a loud huff.
Peter rolls his eyes, throwing out his hands to the stalls, looking around the stables. “Yes, and it’s not like he will be miserable in this nice barn with lots of hay.” He puts a hand to
