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from Frienemies by Aleta Kay

Copyright © 2017–2020 Aleta Kay Dye

Chapter Nineteen

It would have to be a rainy day, wouldn’t it? Fawn thought.

Thunder awakened her, followed by silver flashes of lightning that had Midnight Sun stomping and snorting in the barn. She dressed hurriedly and threw on a mackintosh and galoshes. There wasn’t time to fuss with her hair and the rain would ruin the coil anyway.

She dashed down the stairs to find Nana sitting on the couch with a cup of hot tea in front of her. It was still dark outside. The watch pinned to her blouse read 5:00 A.M.

“Are you alright, Nana?”

“About the same as any other time, I reckon. This rain’s got my bones achin’.”

“I know it is early but can I get anything for you? I need to ride to Jason’s and see if he will ride into town and get the sheriff. Something has to be done about the mischief that has been going on around here.”

“Fawn, you need to wait until this weather lets up. You’ll catch your death out there.”

“Nana, it will take me fifteen minutes to get to Jason’s, another ten to fifteen minutes to explain the errand, and another fifteen minutes for me to get back here. I would go myself, but I do not want to leave you alone any longer than necessary.” She paused to take a breath.

“Fawn, nobody’s gonna come out here in this weather. It can wait a bit. Just go see to your horse, then come in and set a spell.”

Fawn let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, ma’am.” She went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and two carrots, and went out to calm her horse. The door slammed behind her. Her grandmother could be so stubborn.


Joel arrived later that morning. The thunder and lightning had ceased and the rain reduced to a drizzle. He left the carriage at home and rode his horse.

Fawn had just finished sweeping the floor when he knocked on the door. She groaned inwardly. Her hair was mussed and her apron dirty. There was no time to tidy up before opening the door. She pas...

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