Thankful meets Lieutenant Fahy.
A lamp flickered low in the window at headquarters. A soldier stood outside smoking.
“Land sakes, the soldiers I’ve seen so far are barely handsome at all,” Thankful whispered.
“What did you expect?”
“I suppose more like how I imagine your father when he was young—like you, sort of—well, when you were home—not now, I mean . . .”
The smoking soldier stepped forward from beneath the porch and the moon lit him.
“Lieutenant Fahy, is Captain Markham in, sir?” William asked.
Fahy stepped closer and bowed to Thankful. Her eyes lit up, and she giggled at the sight of him.
William’s stomach burned. “This is my cousin, Miss Crenshaw, sir.”
“Very pleased to meet you, Miss Crenshaw.”
“And you! You’re from Dublin, aren’t you?” Thankful asked.
The lieutenant grinned. “Why, yes, how did you guess? I’ve tried right hard to lose the sound of Ireland.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t! My father has a doctor friend from Dublin and he’s smart—not a shanty Irish type . . . my goodness I should just stop now, sir—I think your accent is charming.”
“Where have you hid this girl, Weldon?” Fahy asked.
“She’s run away from home and is going back to her father in the morning, sir. She’s very young . . .”
“I am not, Willy!”
Fahy took a drag from his pipe, his head tilted in amusement.
“I’m eighteen!” Thankful said, swishing her skirts slightly.
Fahy gave her the once over. “My sisters and brother and I came to America when we were young like yourself. You’ve got a great country here.”
“Oh, yes, of course it is,” Thankful said. “And how many sisters do you have, Mr. Fahy?”
“Just buckets of them and brothers, too. I’m a twin, in fact, but my brother joined the navy for a lark.”
“By golly, I’m a twin. How very coincidental.”
“Thankful, we need to talk to the captain,” William reminded her.
“Thankful? What an unusual name,” Fahy gushed.
“It sounds nice the way you say it, sir.”
“Come along now, COUSIN, I have to get back, you know,” William said, taking her arm.
Fahy sighed. “Bill Weldon, you should try to enjoy life a little.” He turned to Thankful. “Your cousin is a good fellow, but always so serious.”
Excerpted from WEARY OF RUNNING. Read more about Buck Crenshaw and his misadventures when you buy the book today!
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