Rev. Jackdaw cleared the plank walkway ahead of Bridget and stepped onto the hard-packed dirt street. His longer strides widened the distance between them, but he’d signed a paper on her, and so she hurried to keep up. They crossed to a buggy with a graying horse hitched to the front. Was this the animal he thought she might be afraid of? She wanted to run her hand down the horse’s neck and look into the large eyes. She’d tell the horse she was adopted and see what the eyes said.
“Git in,” Rev. Jackdaw ordered. He climbed in after her, making the buggy dip with his weight, then shudder as he sat down. He lifted the reins, shook them, and the horse started forward.
“Thank you,” Bridget said. She wasn’t at all sure she should be thankful, but she wanted to make him a friend and make her kn
