Chapter 9
“Do you hunt?” Morwen asked as she pulled up the buggy in front of her little cabin.
“I have, although not for a few years.” When the family went camping, they’d hunt for their own food, so he was familiar with a rifle and bow and arrow, as well as a sling similar to what David had used to knock down Goliath.
He stood watching as Morwen unerringly removed the harness from Daisy and set her free to graze in a nearby pasture.
“Master Granger won’t wake for another three hours. See if you can find something for him.”
“Okay.” He tended to wear high-top sneakers when he worked, so the long laces would be perfect to fashion snares. “If I can’t catch anything, Gabriel can feed from me.”
“It’s too soon.” She smiled, patted his arm, and gave him a light push. “Now go. I’ll have some
