Chapter 7The two white pigeons packed across Arrow’s croup could have carried a message to the Mead, but news of this nature needed the tongue. So I headed back to my childhood home, traveling part of the way with Matthew. As he left the wagon trace to cross the river to the Killpenny place, I tried again to accompany him, but he refused. He was right, of course. Given my state of mind, I would have taken too much blame for the farmer’s death.
When I rode into the Mead’s yard at nightfall, my appearance caused a deal of surprise. Surprise soon turned into consternation as I delivered the tragic news. A shocked Min insisted on setting out for her parents’ farm right away. Morning would have made more sense, but I knew how I’d feel if it were Ma or Pa…or Matthew.
Ma agreed to take care of
