Stormy Montana Sky by Debra Holland

Author:Debra Holland [Holland, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Historical, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780983579250
Amazon: B006X7OV72
Goodreads: 13598152
Publisher: Smashwords
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Sunday morning, Ant discovered getting David ready for church wasn’t as easy as any other morning. For one thing, even though the boy didn’t speak a word, his body protested loud and clear that he didn’t want to go to the service.

Truth be, Ant couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to either. Irritation made him snappish. At one point, Ant spoke sharply to David for him to hurry up, then immediately regretted it when the boy cringed away from him, a wild look in his eyes.

With a sigh, Ant apologized, making sure he gentled his voice. He picked up a comb and positioned the boy to stand with his back to Ant. In spite of his frustration, he worked the comb gently from the ends up, careful not to yank on the snarls.

David stood acquiescent under his ministrations. Only the rigid set of his shoulders betrayed his discomfort.

Should have found time to get him a haircut. Should have gotten one myself.

Ant dipped the comb in the pitcher of water on the washbasin, and then used it to comb the strands back from David’s face, tucking them behind his ears. Then he picked up a long-handled hand mirror, crouched down to David’s level and showed him what he looked like. “You tidy up well.”

David placed his hand over Ant’s, angling the mirror away from him toward his uncle.

Ant could see his own face in the mirror. “Darned if we don’t look alike, Davy boy.” Especially with their hair styled the same way. Goosebumps broke out over his arms, and he rose to his full height, resisting the temptation to brush his hand over David’s head in affection. Wouldn’t want to mess up his handiwork. “Ready as we’ll ever get, huh?” he said in a drawn-out drawl. “How ’bout some food?”

Ant ushered David into the kitchen. Thankfully there wasn’t any sign of Mrs. Murphy, but she’d left out a plate of rolls on the table and scrambled eggs in the cast iron frying pan. They tucked into the food with a good appetite, then washed their hands and headed out the door.

In spite of David’s dawdling, they arrived at the church before most of the congregation. A few people smiled and said hello to both him and David. Ant returned the greetings.

David, of course, said nothing, walking stiffly, pokerfaced.

A few yards away, Widow Murphy stood talking to Mrs. Cobb. He debated walking over to say a polite good morning. Then they put their heads together, ugly bonnets almost touching, and wearing mirror disapproving expressions. Ant decided he didn’t much care to do the polite thing today. When they glanced at him, Ant had to shake off an uneasy feeling. He was an intrepid foreign correspondent. What could those women say that would have any effect on him?

The Carters waved. They approached, but another woman stopped Pamela. The girls waited with her. Ant stood listening to Carter talk about cattle and the price of feed, while their smallest girl, who leaned against her mother’s leg, studied David with solemn blue eyes.

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