Angel came forth, stretching himself by the fire between Kingston and Sarah. Indeed, it is. And where is your husband, my dear?

Sarah looked down at her hands. I am a widow. Angel stroked his bottom lip. Then you are unattached.

Hardly! Kingston put in flatly. Sarah hastened to explain. I am betrothed—to Brother John Liebermann, who is one of the United Brethren, as am I. I am traveling to meet him on the Muskingum.

The Muskingum, Angel mused. And you are escorting her. Tell me, my friend, does this mean that you have abandoned your search for Jean?Jean? Sarah repeated. Jean Baer, Him’s—Perhaps you should see to your mount, Kingston pointedly suggested. I noticed when you arrived that she was limping. Angel frowned and broke off abruptly, leaving Sarah to wonder what he’d been about to say. I was hoping http://www.milaci.ro that you might be persuaded to have a look at her—unless, of course, you are still feeling cross with me, and then I shall be forced to sit and chat with the beautiful Sarah a while longer. Angel’s compliments were lavish, but they made Sarah uncomfortable. Monsieur is exceedingly generous, but I have never been beautiful, and I fear that since the attack, when I lost all of my possessions,