CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The crisp morning air bit at my nose and I was glad when Tegan drew out a blanket from inside the basket. He draped it over my shoulders. “That Burke thinks of everything.”
I grasped the edges and wrapped the woolen blanket closer about me just as a chill breeze swept past us. The wagon hit a mild bump in the road and the whole thing rattled but continued on its steady path.
Ten minutes in and I already wasn’t having fun. “How far is the capital again?” I wondered.
“We should get there before nightfall, weather allowing and no stops taken,” Tegan told me as he leaned his back against one of the low walls. He lifted his gaze to our driver. “You’re welcome to our food, sir.”
Patrick shook his head. “Much obliged, but my misses set me out with enough meals for the
