What was supposed to happen next, Danica didn’t know for sure. In most of the movies she’d seen, this would be the time when the “menfolk” retired to some other room to drink brandy and smoke cigars, but this wasn’t exactly London, or even New York or Boston.
As Bridget came in to clear away the empty dessert plates, Jeremiah said quietly to Danica, “Let me walk you home.”
She wanted to demur. But there was no way he’d let her go home in the dark by herself. Flagstaff had calmed down a good bit from the crazy days before the rail came through, but she’d been startled more than once by hearing shots fired in the night, mostly coming from the saloons over on Humphreys Street. As far as she knew, no one had been killed outright, and the gunshots were merely the result of scuffles between me
