The train chugged away, black smoke trailing back over its length as it headed west. Although Jeremiah had known it was impossible to go to the platform to say his final goodbyes to her, he could not keep himself from loitering in the downtown area, just so he could catch one last glimpse of the train as it left Flagstaff, heading toward California.
California. It might as well be the moon.
“She’s gone?” came Jacob’s voice at his elbow, and Jeremiah started, then turned to see his son staring up at him with quizzical black eyes, tip-tilted and long-lashed…so like his mother’s.
“What on earth are you doing here?” Jeremiah demanded, nerves too worn for him to worry about moderating his tone.
“It’s after three. School is out. I saw you as I was leaving and came over. So she’s gone, isn’t
