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Daylight was almost gone. If she was injured\u2060\u2014 He must find her before it got too dark to see. And if she wasn\u2019t able to call out\u2060\u2014 He couldn\u2019t finish the thought. OceanofPDF.com Chapter Seven old, anxious shivers raced up and down Amelia\u2019s spine. Both Kat and Zach were missing.<\/p>\n

Zach was likely safe, but Kat? Was she hurt? Was she hiding? Avoiding them? Amelia had seen enough of the girl and her emotional outbursts to think it possible. Poppy threw her head back and cried. \u201cBedtime for you, little one.\u201d Amelia took the baby upstairs, rocked her, and sang to her until she fell asleep. She settled her on the mat, then hurried back downstairs. A sliver of orange and pink clung to the mountains in the west.<\/p>\n

What light there was would soon fade from the sky. She couldn\u2019t stay here, doing nothing but worrying and praying. \u201cGil, can you stay with Pa? Don\u2019t let him go outside? And listen for Poppy though she won\u2019t likely waken.\u201d \u201cWhy? Where\u2019re you going?\u201d \u201cTo look for Kat. Maybe she\u2019s closer to home and unable to call out.\u201d Gil rocked his head back and forth. \u201cIt\u2019ll soon be dark.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t go far, but I have an idea where she could be. Of course, I could be wrong.\u201d \u201cWhere might that be, if ya don\u2019t mind me askin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know that place where your ma and Zach\u2019s ma sat among the flowers. I\u2019m going to look there.\u201d Gil continued to look resistant. \u201cIf\u2019n she\u2019s there, why doesn\u2019t she come home?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know. And there\u2019s nothing to say she\u2019s there. Can you watch Pa?\u201d The older man sat at the table, paging through a book as if he knew he should be able to read it but couldn\u2019t\u2014poor man.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll stay. Now don\u2019t you be long.\u201d \u201cNot a moment longer than I must.\u201d Her shoes crunched the dry grass as she trotted toward the hill she had in mind. Wasn\u2019t it possible that the place held special memories for Kat even as it did for Zach? Though the only reasonable explanation for why the girl hadn\u2019t come home was that something had happened.<\/p>\n

Fallen and knocked herself out? Or had Sobel found her out there and\u2060\u2014 No, she wouldn\u2019t go down that twisted trail. God in heaven, keep her safe and help us find her. She crested the hill. The flowers had tucked themselves into bed, hiding their colors. Dusk filled the hollow.<\/p>\n

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melia Pressly shook off the dust of three days traveling on the stagecoach. No doubt she appeared as weary as she felt. Travel by train had been challenging, but it proved to be sheer luxury compared to bouncing over the mountain trail in the stagecoach she and her charge recently shared with others. Two men who smelled like something dead were the worst of her companions.<\/p>\n

The odor lingered in her nostrils. She didn\u2019t dare sniff her arms to see if it had embedded into her clothes. Leaving her trunk and crate at the station, she hitched two-year-old Poppy higher on her hip and confronted the brave false front of the store in Golden Valley. Hopefully, she\u2019d put on an equally brave false front. Smoothing her furrowed brows, she took a deep breath to calm herself and stepped into the Jarvis Mercantile Store.<\/p>\n

She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dimmer, cooler interior. Scents\u2014familiar and strange\u2014surrounded her. Jute, dill pickles, and coal oil were the first she recognized, followed by the fainter odor of animals, which might have accompanied her indoors from her long journey. This was the smell of the West. The place where she\u2019d find security for both herself and Poppy. Her gaze lit on the tall man leaning against the counter, speaking to the storekeeper who stood with his back to shelves full of canned goods and red syrup tins.<\/p>\n

The storekeeper appeared to be about the age her father would have been by now. His kindly face strengthened her faltering courage. He turned to her. \u201cWelcome to Golden Valley. I\u2019m Mr. Jarvis.\u201d She drank in the kindness in his eyes and the welcome in his smile. But it was the other person whom she sought. Zach Taggerty. His letters had given her enough information to recognize the man she\u2019d come to marry. If I had to describe myself, I\u2019d say my jaw is often set too tight.<\/p>\n

I am taller than most. Could add a few pounds to my body, but I have always been too thin, even though Ma tried hard to fatten me up. Since her passing, the food has not always been that tempting, though Gil does his best. He turned, saw her, and tipped his hat in silent greeting. Hadn\u2019t he recognized her? She\u2019d done her best to describe herself in her letters, but it had proven difficult.<\/p>\n

Medium height. Light brown hair. Green eyes that too often brought comments. But she was who she was.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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