Breed True
“She'd spent the first hours after Grady Hawks left pacing the length of the cabin. At one point, she had even resolved to gather up the twins and walk off of Hawks Nest land. Listening to the wind whistle around the corner of the house, she was glad that she hadn't been so foolish.
At suppertime, she set the kettle of stew on the table and cut the loaves of bread that still steamed from the oven. The men filed in and sat at the table, but her husband was not with them.
As usual, they at...e silently and ignored her. "Where is Mr. Hawks?" She directed her question to Rowdy, because he was a white man and seemed more approachable. It was the man called Dan Two-Horse who answered.
"He rode out this morning." She knew that. She'd seen Grady Hawks swing into the saddle and ride from the ranch yard.
"Where did he ride?" Her tenacity surprised her. "That's a blizzard out there. Is he out in this?" Upset as she was with him, she still felt like these men should be hunting Grady, not filling their stomachs with her stew.MoreLess
At suppertime, she set the kettle of stew on the table and cut the loaves of bread that still steamed from the oven. The men filed in and sat at the table, but her husband was not with them.
As usual, they at...e silently and ignored her. "Where is Mr. Hawks?" She directed her question to Rowdy, because he was a white man and seemed more approachable. It was the man called Dan Two-Horse who answered.
"He rode out this morning." She knew that. She'd seen Grady Hawks swing into the saddle and ride from the ranch yard.
"Where did he ride?" Her tenacity surprised her. "That's a blizzard out there. Is he out in this?" Upset as she was with him, she still felt like these men should be hunting Grady, not filling their stomachs with her stew.MoreLess
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