Chapter 39
George drew the bay horses to a stop in front of the tenement on East 21st Street and glanced over his shoulder. It had been a rough evening for the little ones, and they were fast asleep in the carriage. He hopped down, ran into the building, and tapped on Bart’s door.
A man who seemed vaguely familiar opened the door. Oh, no. Had the Halls moved out?
“I’m sorry to disturb you. I was looking for the family that lived here.”
“George?”
“Yes? Do I know you?”
“You probably don’t remember me. Sam Pickett. I worked on your grandpa’s rancho.”
“Oh, yes, I remember.” Although he actually didn’t.
“Who is it, Sam?” Mrs. Hall appeared at Sam Pickett’s shoulder.
“It’s George Pettigrew, Josie.”
“Mrs. Hall, is Bart here?”
Bart came down the hallway, yawning and rubbing his hair, bu
