In my husband, William’s absence, my only companion in this grizzled, chilly place is Mystik. She’s not much company as I cannot talk to a cat, yet she’s a comfort. It’s a lengthy journey to Virginia from the village of Geneva by horse, and I don’t expect William back for a while till he settles a pressing financial matter with his kin. He’s left me in the company of his long-lost nephew, Mingin, a name he prefers, yet his issue name is Kane Dox. And his adopted Indian family, Jawanda, Garrentha and Billy.
Without their presence in this frightful wilderness and bawbling cabin, I’d go mad. I know little of running a farm and, though grateful for their help, I worry after learning this is where their village once stood. I am the intruder. I hope my husband William’s kindness in granting the
