William Weldon is not the man Thankful once knew.
Thankful scooped up the map pieces on the floor. “Such a gift you have and you throw it away on depraved women.”
“Jesus hung around with them.”
Thankful looked up at him with a severe stare. “So now you compare yourself to our Lord? You have changed.” She adjusted her hat with one hand while clutching the map in the other.
The faint odor of perspiration under Thankful’s perfume flustered William.
Thankful stood. “I shall have to go back to the army on my own for assistance. I don’t trust anyone here and you won’t keep me the night.”
“Of course I won’t. The hotel is terrible rough though.” William tapped his fingers against his temple. “I guess it won’t be safe to go now. It’ll be almost candle lighting by the time you get there.”
He tried to ignore the…
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