Chapter 31
Week 11, Instructor Calendar December 1898
Far more often does discouragement paralyze than does hope exalt. ~Mrs. John Sherwood
A short while later, Concordia found Randolph Maynard at the stables. He was uncharacteristically clad in dusty black overalls and a gray plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled back, hard at work giving Chestnut a rubdown by the light of a sputtering lantern. Above the glow, she could see the breath from the horse’s nostrils in the chilly air.
With the memories of the place still fresh, she tentatively stepped inside. “Mr. Maynard.”
He dropped the brush and whipped around. With a suppressed sigh but no other greeting, he retrieved the brush and went back to work.
The sharp odors of horse and hay made her nose twitch as she stepped closer. “M
