writhing weight on his chest would crush him to death. He spat and rubbed his sleeve across his face to clear his eyes and nose and mouth. The thing pinning him down looked like a creature dredged up from the depths of the sea, covered in a glistening membrane. Blossomâs huge pink tongue descended on the thing, and a bedraggled, damp head emerged. The colt snorted in his face, then blinked sleepily at him. He and the colt stared at each other in breathless wonder. Then the colt touched his forehead with its nose and claimed him for its own
. Yes.
Jonathan had heard it as clearly as if the colt had spoken
. Youâre the one for me.
And Jonathanâs heart had answered with the self-same words
.
And the damn fool beast had been saying it ever since, more than twenty-five years now. Jonathan smiled and wiped his eyes before puttinghis spectacles back on. The girl stared solemnly back at him. Her frown deepened, bracing for his mockery
.
âHe said yes, eh? Now ainât that funny?â he said. âFirst time I met him, he said that exact same thing to me.â
â. . . and itâs been me and Billy and Phizzy ever since,â Jonathan said. âI know less about being a daddy than Phizzy does, but Iâm a better father to her than Hugh Fogarty ever was.â
âBut itâs a son youâre making of her, not a daughter.â Daniel said. âDonât you even know her true name?â
Jonathan shook his head. âItâs Billy she wants to be and Billy sheâll stay until it donât suit her no more.â
âIt just ainât right, her going âround with a peddler and singing for her supper like a trained canary. What sortâa life is that for a lass?â
A pretty sorry one
, Jonathan thought, but that wasnât the point. âIt was all right when you thought she was a boy.â
âThatâs different.â
âWhich would you rather do? Spend your days cooking and cleaning and sewing for a pack of unthankful men, or travel around the wide world with a couplâa fine horses and a couplâa fine fellas such as us?â He spread his arms and swelled out his chest.
Daniel squirmed. âThat ainât a fair question. Iâm not a lass.â
âSo a girl canât hanker to go adventuring, same as a boy can?â
âBut lasses are . . . well, different. Itâs unnatural. âTisnât the way thingsâre sâposed to be.â
Jonathanâs voice turned serious. âSon, the way thingsâre sâposed to be is, youâre sâposed to spend another five years slaving away for your Mr. Lyman, and maybe another ten slaving away for somebody else before you scrape together enough money for a little shack and an acre or two of rocks and swamp. But here you are with a fine horse, a pack of goods, and a full purse. The way itâs sâposed to be is, she keeps house for her daddy and her brothers until they wear her down with work and beatings.â Daniel winced and looked down at his feet. Good, Jonathan thought. Hewas getting through to the boy, making Daniel understand that he and Billy were cut from the same threadbare cloth. âIf sheâs lucky, maybe her father wonât kill her, and she can escape to a husband whoâll wear her down with work and babies. And if sheâs very lucky, maybe he wonât beat her. As a boy, sheâs safe.â
Daniel chewed his lower lip and scuffed his feet in the dirt. âAnd what happens when she canât be playing the boy no longer?â
âIâve been thinking on that, believe me.â
Daniel apparently had been, too. âYour cousin seems a motherly type,â he said.
âYou think so?â Jonathan asked.
âShe could do worse,â Daniel suggested.
âBilly or Sophie?â
Daniel peered more closely at Jonathanâs face. âYou been playing games with me, ainât
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