CHAPTER THREE“Oh, this is hopeless!” cried Verena, as she stepped out of the crashed carriage to survey the damage.
“Are you hurt, my Lady?”
Barker was standing by the side of the road, scratching his head.
“Seems like Jessie managed to sheer off some bolts when she hit that there post.”
He remained there for what seemed to Verena like an eternity without speaking another word.
Finally, she could bear it no longer. Time was ticking away and for every second they waited, for all she knew, her father could be in close pursuit.
“Please, Barker, is there anything you can do? I do not wish to sound impatient, but I am afraid that my absence will be discovered.”
“I just need to find something to fix this wheel back on and we’ll be away in no time,” he announced. “If I’m not mistaken, ther
