Chapter 28
In the morning, I’m up and dressed before I remember I’m not going to the ranch today. Or ever again, if I can help it. When I come downstairs for a cup of coffee, Charlie sits at the kitchen table, head down, a heated towel covering his sweaty hair. He glances up at me as I pass, but only groans and ducks down lower over the table.
Serves him right.
If Miss Barbour notices I’m running late, she doesn’t say anything. I’m usually gone before the sun rises, and today I dawdle in the parlor, reading a book there instead of in my room so I can smirk at Charlie. He ignores me, which is just as well. By nine o’clock, I figure the depot manager should be open for business, so I head down the street to buy a ticket.
Though I pay for my own room and meals, I have quite a nice little
