“I was so close! she fumed. Twice yesterday she’d gotten spooked—once in the saloon when Dixie John was holding her wrist, and later following The Whistler. Her father had faced battle without running away! Surely she could have done better. Mother, who had slipped into bed long after Emma had curled lonely and cold under the covers, didn’t notice Emma’s mood. “The meeting was interesting,” she chattered as she pulled on her chemise. “I need to determine how much space we have left in the newspa...per for the story. You can help me. Now—what do you think? Are you willing to wear your Reform Dress today?” “No!” Mother frowned. “Please change your tone, Emma. What has you in such a nettle this morning?” Emma twisted her mouth. Part of her longed to tell Mother that The Whistler was in Twin Pines. But Mother would surely scold Emma for not telling her sooner—and especially for trying to follow him alone. Emma was in no mood for a scolding. “Nothing,” she said finally.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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