Claud’s POV
I scurried to my stable, locking the door when I pulled them closed. The new wood there would hold at least of that I was sure. “Come on silver, let’s get a move on.” I hauled my saddle over to my old Kentucky Saddler, the worn horse whinnying softly as I strapped him up. “I know, boy. I’ll give you plenty of sugar cubes when we get back.
I looked both ways before heading out the back of my barn, not wanting to alert the rest of the town to what I was doing. It had been twenty two years since I’d been out to the Crawford residence, but I remembered the way like the back of my hand. “We gotta warn June. Come on boy.” I spurred my horse on when I was clear of the town, keeping to just inside the tree-line so no one would see me.
June was a good girl, and the townsfolk were bec
