Kristina Heitschmidt hurried north along the rutted wagon tracks beyond the edge of town, where an abandoned soddie doubled as a hideout and clubhouse.
I"m so late, she fretted, noting the position of the sun high overhead. I"m always late these days. Jesse"s sure to tease.
I"m so late,I"m always late these days. Jesse"s sure to teaseIn the last year or so, she"d been unable to drag herself away from the piano and out to play. Allison, her best friend, also took piano lessons, but unlike Kristina, she saw the hours spent slaving on the instrument as a waste of time. Time that could be better spent playing train robbers or cowboys and Indians with Jesse and Wesley.
Last year, I felt the same way, but that was before the new pastor came to town.
Last year, I felt the same way, but that w
