Thankfully, he inherited his mother’s darker toned skin instead of his father’s pale Scottish skin; otherwise, he would have suffered something awful during the scalding summer months. As he’d aged, his red hair had darkened to a rich auburn, and with his pale blue eyes, he’d fit into both worlds—white and Indian.
“What time is it, Paul?” Megan glanced up at the sky where dark storm clouds roiled behind them.
“Too early to retire.” He pulled out his pocket watch. “Few minutes til eight. I didn’t like the way the sky looked earlier. We’re in for a rough time, I’m thinkin’,” Paul answered.
“Well, a little rain won’t hurt us.”
“Not worried so much ’bout the storm. More than rain’s fixin’ to hit us.” Paul motioned with a nod of his head to the left, flicking the oxen’s reins as they plodde
