Jonathan made the long trip to town. Jonathan rode Rebel to the sheriff’s, and dismounted. Jonathan saw the carriage parked out front, and knew it was Elliot’s aunt. Jonathan walked into the sheriff’s office and found Waylon sitting talking to an older woman.
“Ms. Flynn this is Mr. Smith,” Waylon said standing up to introduce the two of them.
“Mr. Smith, I can’t thank you enough for finding my Elliot and bringing him back to me.” Ms. Flynn walks to him, and shakes his hand firmly. Jonathan looked at the older woman, she was most likely in her forties. Honestly he thought this is how Abby would look when she reached this woman’s age. Ms. Flynn was poised, feminine, but had a strength to her.
“Did you positively identify the woman?” Jonathan asked, ignoring the comment. Ms. Flynn nodded,
