Chapter Four
In Hot Water
After breakfast Abigail went out to hang laundry on the line—bedclothes that she'd washed at the crack of dawn, when she couldn't sleep for thinking of Darcy. The proverbial brat had left her under such dreadful circumstances, she'd been wondering for three days if the young woman had escaped the clutches of the man who was after her. Abigail wasn't even thinking of the crime she'd committed herself to help Darcy—with hardly a second thought stealing the hundred dollars the mill. However, the very idea of pilfering the money was perpetually in the back of her mind, as she knew the consequences of being found out by Aaron would be disastrous. She didn't even want to think of how her he’d would punish her.
Looking about her, at least the day was a clear cool one
