“Someone’s coming.”
Molly caught the note of anxiety in her mother’s shout and felt the cold trickle of unease slide down her spine. She stopped washing the wooden plates and cups then dried her hands before rising to her feet to walk to the door of the small, one-room property.
“Who is it?” she asked.
Her mother didn’t answer the question and the sense of disquiet heightened. Only the pair of them lived on the small plot of land they farmed. Not having a man around left them in a vulnerable position, and they were acutely aware of the potential dangers they might face from a stranger.
“Who is it?” Molly repeated in an apprehensive voice as she moved to stand beside her mother.
“Don’t know.”
Molly lifted a hand to shade her eyes as she stared at the distant figure on horseback, but t
