Chapter Fifteen
Despite the fact that I didn’t feel quite ready to hear the rest of Marcus’ story, I still wanted to learn more about him and Peter. Of course, the best place for me to do that was in town. A few days later, I rode to the inn, where I stabled my horse before walking over to the dry goods store on the pretense of wanting some new ribbon.
“Good morning,” I said, walking into the shop.
“And a very good morning to ye,” the shopkeeper replied with a bright smile. “Heard ye were still about.”
I smiled. “I’m afraid I’m hard to scare off.”
The woman gave me an approving nod. “Good. Shows you’ve got character. I always preferred them with character. Too many girls now-a-days are milque toast. Don’t do anything. Don’t say anything. What use are they?”
“I don’t believe we’ve of
