Chapter 25
Steve stepped out of the general store in time to see Sharps and Mrs. Fox approach. If it had been only a week or so earlier, he’d have been eaten up with jealousy. Secure in his boy’s love, Steve wondered now how he could have been so blind as to think the widow might hold any attraction for him.
“How was your walk?”
“Informative,” Mrs. Fox said, and he raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been offered a position as schoolteacher here in Woody Draw, and I’ve decided to remain here.”
“She’s just waiting on the town council to bring her the contract.” Sharps met his gaze and gave a small shrug.
Steve was about to bring up some objections: where would she live, who’d take care of her children, who would protect her from the rowdier elements of the town. She must have realized, because sh
