That night Danica lay awake in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Since it was very dark, she couldn’t see much of anything. However, even though she knew she had to get up and teach school the following morning, she couldn’t seem to keep her thoughts from running this way and that, stubbornly refusing her inner exhortations to her brain for it to shut up so she could get some sleep already.
More than anything, she wished she could get to Robert somehow so they could talk — really talk. The cold glitter in Samuel Wilcox’s dark eyes had frightened her more than she wanted to admit to herself at the time. That was the look of a man ready to commit murder. Yes, Jeremiah had talked him down, but how long was the resulting peace going to last?
Not for very long, probably. The nights were get
