Sharps and Thomas brought back some nice, plump rabbits, and Georgie put together an excellent stew with some vegetables she’d bought at the general store.
“And tomorrow we’ll have a decent breakfast, with eggs and bacon,” she informed them.
“Mrs. Hall, you’re a wonder.” Bart took her hand and kissed her fingertips.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had eggs,” Sharps said wistfully.
“Bart, would you be able to build me a henhouse?” Steve asked.
“Sure.” Fortunately, Bart didn’t question him further.
Once they had their own spread, Steve reckoned he’d get a flock of chickens so his boy could have eggs whenever he liked, and that henhouse would be a necessity. He mopped up the gravy with a biscuit and pictured how it could be, him and Sharps and their future stretching out ahead of them.
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