The following morning the group left Luna Gorda with a new member joining their ranks. Aunt Nellie June Matisse, dressed in denim trousers, a blue calico shirt, wide-brimmed felt hat, and sturdy boots had joined their ranks along with her roan mare, Gert. Her saddlebags were packed with extra clothes and a set of witching wands her pappy had carved from elder wood decades ago. “You look a might worn out, Miss Pete,” Nell teased. “Did our young doctor keep you up all night with medical inquiries?”
George snorted with laughter, remembering the image Pete had sent her the evening before. “I think medical inquiries were the least of the things on the good doctor’s mind last night.”
“Dr. Travis is a fine young man,” Nell said amid all the sniggering and Pete’s reddening face. “I’m certain he
