Chapter 31: The FugitiveWind lashed the October rain against the windows and roof while the prairie wind screamed for attention. Each bolt of lightning was followed by window rattling thunder. Toni lowered her book and looked over her glasses at Lorenz reading. Really, it was quite annoying the man didn't need glasses. She halfway sighed. At least his hair was graying faster than hers. That surprised her. They'd been married for thirty years and both were forty-nine. Lorenz hadn't really aged that much except for weather roughened skin, but the graying hair kept people from suspecting there was anything different in his heritage. Antoinette's figure was now quite matronly, but that was expected from a woman in her position. She was about to suggest they retire when he looked up and around
