“Do you have bowls for that stew?”
He shook his head. “I couldn’t find any. But I do have another spoon.”
“We’ll make do. The night I was at the Reid’s…I heard shooting outside. Was that you?”
“No. Wasn’t me. I wasn’t anywhere near the house that night…”
“I thought it might have been you because you said you’d come by to see me.”
“I tried, but I was a bit tied up.”
Eliza bit her bottom lip. “Somebody was outside shooting, Ford. And Elsie didn’t seem the least bit surprised, not to mention she had a gun herself and waved it in my face as she ranted like a madwoman before locking me in the bedroom.”
“Well, as I said, I’m not sure who was shooting, or why Elsie had a gun.” Ford removed the pot from the fire, carrying it to Eliza’s side. “Now be careful, it’s hot.”
Eliza ate because sh
