Chapter 14I was exhilarated; depressed. I was joyful; afraid. In all my parts, all at once. My eyes sparkled one moment and brimmed the next. Bear had left me standing in the small glen without any indication of my future. Our future. Addressing me as John was not a good omen. It didn’t take a Spirit Dream to see life as a farmer didn’t fit his plans—whatever they may be. Now, he would go off alone and consider every aspect of our past, our present, and our future. He would make up his mind, and I would have little say in it.
So I went back to the Mead, retrieved my leather apron from the dirt where I’d dropped it, and resumed work in the forge, trying to act as if the earth hadn’t rocked beneath my feet. Rachel Ann came out, dressed in a pretty housedress Ma had made for her, and peppere
