June’s POV
“… and may God have mercy on their souls.” The preacher finished, all of us gathered at the edge of town as Gladys and Misses Stone, Jake’s ma. The boy and father held each other close as the townsfolk lowed the casket in, the shabby wood being thrown together since our town mortician disappeared.
We stopped by the pair and Hoss with his wife, sending our condolences as we headed back into town, needing to talk to the Sheriff before heading back home. “What do we do from here?” I wondered out loud, feeling like things were only just beginning for us, albeit in a rocky start.
“We go back to the farm, get the ladies and kids settled, and trust that the council is done here.” Hank squeezed my hand, pulling me closer. “I saw a soldier today too. They said that the Indian’s are st
