It was a long walk from the homestead on only two legs, especially when those legs were only child-sized. Tern skipped ahead of him as best she could in her oversized, green rubber boots, leaving squelchy prints behind her that quickly filled with brown water.
The still heavy rain bounced off the hood of her raincoat, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, but that didn’t dampen her mood at all.
Not for a second would you have thought her father died recently. Though, in truth, Walker couldn’t say how much she knew about that. He had no idea how much Leandra had told her children or even if John had told his siblings.
Tern filled the silence between them with incessant chatter and Walker was more than happy to let her talk. He chimed in whenever she went quiet long enough to look at him with
