Chapter FifteenPeter was deep in thought as, together with Suzie, he fixed some stew for the newest recruits. Outside, on the porch, Julie fixed Spice’s ravaged face and fussed over her with no sign of her earlier animosity. Tim leaned against the rail, cradling a shotgun and scanning the tree line.
Back inside the cabin, Suzie stood close to Peter as they worked, their shoulders occasionally touching.
‘A penny for your thoughts, Peter,’ the young native girl said.
He looked up and realized that she’d been watching him for some time. A ghost of a smile played on her lips and her eyes held a mischievous look. He smiled but said nothing. He was not much for small talk.
‘I guess if your thoughts were on this morning at the river then they’d cost a lot more than a penny,’ she said.
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