By the next morning, the pain in Keelan’s back and feet had eased a small amount. She sat up in bed enjoying an omelet flavored with small pieces of shallots and parsley, several mutton sausages, hot tea and bannocks made from Indian corn meal. She smoothed the front of Landon’s long shirt she still wore. She really wanted the trunk and clothes she’d left at Jared’s, although it was doubtful there was a safe way to get to them now.
A thump sounded outside her door. She heard a dull scraping sound as if something heavy was being pushed over the wooden plank floor. Following a light rap, the door opened a c***k.
Mrs. Schoen poked her head in and grinned. “Goot morgen child. You are enjoying der food? I vill return to dress your wounds shortly, ya?”
Keelan smiled. “Thank you, Mrs. Schoen.
