The Captain
With a basket of leftovers from Helen on my arm I strode up the hill toward my place. I was angry, and realizing the reason for that anger only made me become further incensed. As I neared my cabin, Midnight saw me and came cantering up. He’d jumped the fence. Again. Stubborn thing.
I left the basket of leftovers just inside my door, and climbed onto Midnight’s glossy back, the dogs danced about with anticipation. A moonlight ride always helped me clear my head when I was in a mood.
I rode with abandon through the trees telling myself over and over again that I couldn’t be falling for Claire Munro. I hardly knew the woman, for crying out loud. Sure, I walked past the schoolhouse at any opportunity, straining to hear her laugh. And sure, her smile gave me butterflies, and of
