William Weldon sobers at the prospect of Thankful Crenshaw spending the night after her SURPRISE VISIT
“I’ll just wash my face at least,” Thankful said, moving toward the wash basin in William’s filthy room above the saloon.
“Let me go fetch fresh water.” William grabbed the basin before she could see the contents. He took a while to scrub it clean in the yard near the water barrel. The saloon keeper had pity on him so William brought back a lemonade drink, on credit, for Thankful and found her sifting through the drawings and maps he had hidden.
“Thankful, those are nothing. Please, take this drink.”
She glanced up at William with her big eyes but wasn’t listening. “Willy, when did you get so good at people?”
“Thankful, you’ve come all this way to snoop? Let me have those back. The colors are off. My paints aren’t very good.”
“They’re…
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