“I hope you’re having a lovely day, Mr. Sage,” she said, her eyes down, her cheeks flushing.
“I am now, Mrs. Livingston.”
So it continued for the next few weeks. Every Tuesday Sarah came into the store to buy goods. On Friday she would show up because she had forgotten to get something or other on Tuesday. Each visit lasted no longer than five minutes, and very few words were exchanged or at least verbal words. It is amazing though how much can be expressed through glances and smiles.
The first week in March Charles received the message he had been waiting for, that the agent would meet him at the fort on March 29 and they would go to the Reservation.
On the appointed date, the two men met, and rode, exchanging few words, to the Indian village. It was nothing like he thought, looki
