Chapter 9Fort Keeps, NY — Adirondacks — October 1912
“As long as you don't mind, Elissa, you can ride with me.” Sheriff O'Sullivan sat in the saddle and held out a hand. The mane of his brown mare was fresh cut and groomed. A rifle was holstered and dangled from straps slung over the ends of the saddle.
Toughest part of his job involved delivering bad news. The death of a child was worst of all. Bringing Elissa out to view the body was merely a formality. He'd known Alice since she'd been a tot and remembered visiting a time or two and seeing Alice sitting in tall grass while her mother hung laundry on the line.
Although she stayed in a nightgown, Elissa had bundled herself inside a long wool coat and turned up the collar. Should keep her warm, unless the wind picks up. Night was cold e
