CHAPTER 6
Layken made a left turn off the blacktop onto his property. They rumbled over uneven ground, and Sara Beth bounced on the seat, clutching the side of the door to stay intact.
“Do you have cows?” She leaned out the window for a better view.
“My dad did. During the depression years, he’d s*******r one and share it with folks that didn’t have anything to eat.”
“How kind of him.” By now, she was fairly hanging out the window.
It struck Layken how childlike her curiosity came across. And the way she held onto the pet rabbit as if it were her lifeline reminded him of traumatized children he’d seen clutching a stuffed teddy bear during the war.
Yet, her father had said Sara Beth was twenty. She’d either been sheltered or deprived. And, after what he’d seen of Homer Williams, he’d
