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Here's today's teaser.
“Are you expecting someone?”
Evelyn asked, trying to break the silence between them.
He shot her a look that
seemed to question her sanity. “There’s always danger here, Evie. This isn’t
St. Charles. If a bear isn’t trying to kill you, a Blackfoot Indian will.”
“Then why do you choose to
stay here? Why put your life in danger day after day?” Evelyn stepped up to
him, trying to hold his attention. His eyes darted repeatedly from her to the
forest all around them.
“I’d rather die here than rot
in St. Charles,” he said, his jaw clenched. This time he held her gaze. “I’m
not cut out to be a farmer. Out here,” he gestured with his chin toward the
mountains, “I can do as I see fit. I answer to no one, and hold no one
responsible for me.”
Evelyn’s brows raised. She
hadn’t expected him to divulge as much as he had. A certain longing seemed to
linger in his voice.
“I’m sorry to tell you that
your father died two years ago,” she said softly. She placed her hand on his
arm, and he tensed instantly. His jaw muscles tightened along his cheeks. “He
lost a fight at the tavern with another man. I didn’t know if you already knew.
His farm is vacant now. The land rightfully belongs to you.”
Alex scoffed. Anger blazed in
his eyes. “I’ll thank the man who killed him next time I’m in St. Charles,” he
said, his tone icy. “I want no part of anything that belonged to him.”
Evelyn dropped her hand. She hadn’t realized how
deep Alex’s hatred for his father seemed to run.
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