Chapter 7
It lacked an hour until sunrise by the time they arrived at the wood outside Braddockville. The cabin was lit only by the glowing embers of a dying fire. Mother Morwen sat in a rocking chair, a shawl around her shoulders in spite of the season, the fragrant smoke from the pipe she held curling up to the rafters.
“I knew you’d be back.” She set aside the pipe, rose, crossed to a pallet laid out in a corner of the room, and tugged back the blankets.
He laid Remember’s body on the pallet.
“Oh, my son.”
Gabe shied back, but Mother Morwen made no effort to touch him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his friend’s cold body.
“I wasn’t in time to save him,” he told her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I doubt you could have. So much damage,” She brushed the tears away and str
