Twenty-Six“I’ve something to show you,” Kid said as Bridget came from the kitchen and joined him. “When I saw, I circled back.”
His urgency made her edgy, turned her legs dull. She glanced over her shoulder. Tate trailed behind, but she came on, not letting them out of her sight. They passed through the bar. Kid grabbed the handle of one of the wide front doors and held it open for Bridget to step out. “Down there,” he said.
He felt warm, easy, but June’s refusal to acknowledge her, Doc’s news of Lily’s impending death, and his vile words about Papa Henry’s people, still cut her. She feared seeing what Kid wanted to share. She looked away, watched the two trees, quiet today, and spent a moment feeling the cold air on her face. Though not above freezing, the air felt dangerously close to
