CHAPTER SIXAmbrose Decker
Ambrose woke early on Sundays, but he was earlier than ever the next morning. Though it was only four o’clock, the sky was already light with the early dawn of the northern latitudes. It would be two hours before the Oregonian thudded onto his grass. He was impatient to see what might be in it concerning accidents above Silverton, but he had learned discipline over the years. He yawned, punched the pillow, and went back to sleep.
Elise woke him, slipping from the bed to make her usual early morning trip to the bathroom. He looked at his watch—five o’clock, right on the button. He could set his watch by that woman!
He rose and went down to the bath in the hall. Returning to his bedroom, he pulled on his pants and peered out of the window toward the other end of
