overnight, buys a horse from a neighbor, and Mudd’s fate is sealed.”
Hannah bit her lip. “Doesn’t Mudd have something to do with the assassination?”
Sophie dropped her chin into her hands. “That’s highly up for debate. Depending on which side of the fence you’re on, you can make a case for both sides of the argument, but he is pardoned in the end, and I think he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. No one believes he had anything against Lincoln, so there was no motive to assist Booth.”
“I can’t believe you’d keep that information from Christopher,” Hannah said. “He’s essential y a neighbor, right? Don’t you think he should know?”
“I don’t know !” Sophie blew air through her lips and groaned again. “A hundred of those questions come up everyday, and I stil don’t know if I should do anything to purposely change the future. The fact that we’re here alters it as it is. If I do something dramatic, maybe I’l screw something up.”
“So I guess that means Christopher’s focused on the here and now, and maybe we shouldn’t bombard him with too much?” Hannah deduced.
Emma nodded. “Yes. Chris is Clayton’s boss, even if they’re more like brothers. Clayton has more authority than most, but Chris has the last say.”
Hannah snorted. “How does that work?”
“Oh, Clayton can find a way around Christopher Butler.”
Sophie chuckled. “Yes, but don’t think Chris doesn’t know he’s doing it.”
Emma sighed. “You’re probably right.”
Hannah yawned. “Wel , I just want to crawl into bed and sleep.”
Sophie stood and Emma slid from the bed. “We’l see you in the morning.”
They said their goodnights and left Hannah to her thoughts.
She took a minute to explore the space. The bed took up much of the room, and there was a dresser in the corner with a porcelain bowl and pitcher on it. Overal , the room was welcoming, even if it was smal .
The large fireplace, roaring with flames, had two chairs facing it, and Hannah added a log before climbing into bed and pul ing the covers over her head.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sunday brought a new day and fresh snow. Hannah woke irritated at the world and she was snippy when Emma came into her room at nine with fresh clothes. “Good morning, Han-Han.”
Hannah groaned and rol ed away from her voice.
“Uh-oh. Didn’t sleep wel ?” Hannah scowled into her pil ow.
Emma stood at the side of the bed. “Are you hungry?”
“Starved.”
“Wel , that’s a good sign.” Emma stood with her hands on her hips. “Let’s get you dressed and then we’l eat.”
“Yes, fine,” Hannah said with a yawn and climbed out of the bed. “You know, the whole hoopskirt thing bites, Em.”
Emma smiled gently. “I’m with you, but when we get back to Sophie’s, we’l be able to be a little less strict.”
“What’s the plan?”
“We leave on Tuesday. Clayton got us on the noon train.
The trip wil take about four hours, then thirty minutes from the station to the house.” Emma tightened Hannah’s corset and helped her step into her skirts.
“Let’s eat,” Emma said and the girls made their way downstairs.
Sophie sat in the dining room, looking miserable. Hannah let out a quiet, “Uh-oh,” and sat down next to her.
Sophie grimaced. “Being pregnant sucks.”
Emma pushed the toast toward Sophie. “Are you going to ride this morning or wait for Jamie?”
Sophie pushed it back. “I’m going to wait for Jamie. He’l be home at lunch, and I need to pack anyway.”
Hannah patted her hand. “Where is he?”
“He’s consulting with Clayton and Chris today, so we’re on our own.”
“On a Sunday?” Hannah asked.
Sophie nodded. “Yep. They want him to train a new batch of soldiers after Thanksgiving, so they’re utilizing as much face-to-face time with him that they can. They won’t have the convenience of cel phones to communicate once we’re back in Harrisburg.”
“Back in
Hannah bit her lip. “Doesn’t Mudd have something to do with the assassination?”
Sophie dropped her chin into her hands. “That’s highly up for debate. Depending on which side of the fence you’re on, you can make a case for both sides of the argument, but he is pardoned in the end, and I think he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. No one believes he had anything against Lincoln, so there was no motive to assist Booth.”
“I can’t believe you’d keep that information from Christopher,” Hannah said. “He’s essential y a neighbor, right? Don’t you think he should know?”
“I don’t know !” Sophie blew air through her lips and groaned again. “A hundred of those questions come up everyday, and I stil don’t know if I should do anything to purposely change the future. The fact that we’re here alters it as it is. If I do something dramatic, maybe I’l screw something up.”
“So I guess that means Christopher’s focused on the here and now, and maybe we shouldn’t bombard him with too much?” Hannah deduced.
Emma nodded. “Yes. Chris is Clayton’s boss, even if they’re more like brothers. Clayton has more authority than most, but Chris has the last say.”
Hannah snorted. “How does that work?”
“Oh, Clayton can find a way around Christopher Butler.”
Sophie chuckled. “Yes, but don’t think Chris doesn’t know he’s doing it.”
Emma sighed. “You’re probably right.”
Hannah yawned. “Wel , I just want to crawl into bed and sleep.”
Sophie stood and Emma slid from the bed. “We’l see you in the morning.”
They said their goodnights and left Hannah to her thoughts.
She took a minute to explore the space. The bed took up much of the room, and there was a dresser in the corner with a porcelain bowl and pitcher on it. Overal , the room was welcoming, even if it was smal .
The large fireplace, roaring with flames, had two chairs facing it, and Hannah added a log before climbing into bed and pul ing the covers over her head.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sunday brought a new day and fresh snow. Hannah woke irritated at the world and she was snippy when Emma came into her room at nine with fresh clothes. “Good morning, Han-Han.”
Hannah groaned and rol ed away from her voice.
“Uh-oh. Didn’t sleep wel ?” Hannah scowled into her pil ow.
Emma stood at the side of the bed. “Are you hungry?”
“Starved.”
“Wel , that’s a good sign.” Emma stood with her hands on her hips. “Let’s get you dressed and then we’l eat.”
“Yes, fine,” Hannah said with a yawn and climbed out of the bed. “You know, the whole hoopskirt thing bites, Em.”
Emma smiled gently. “I’m with you, but when we get back to Sophie’s, we’l be able to be a little less strict.”
“What’s the plan?”
“We leave on Tuesday. Clayton got us on the noon train.
The trip wil take about four hours, then thirty minutes from the station to the house.” Emma tightened Hannah’s corset and helped her step into her skirts.
“Let’s eat,” Emma said and the girls made their way downstairs.
Sophie sat in the dining room, looking miserable. Hannah let out a quiet, “Uh-oh,” and sat down next to her.
Sophie grimaced. “Being pregnant sucks.”
Emma pushed the toast toward Sophie. “Are you going to ride this morning or wait for Jamie?”
Sophie pushed it back. “I’m going to wait for Jamie. He’l be home at lunch, and I need to pack anyway.”
Hannah patted her hand. “Where is he?”
“He’s consulting with Clayton and Chris today, so we’re on our own.”
“On a Sunday?” Hannah asked.
Sophie nodded. “Yep. They want him to train a new batch of soldiers after Thanksgiving, so they’re utilizing as much face-to-face time with him that they can. They won’t have the convenience of cel phones to communicate once we’re back in Harrisburg.”
“Back in
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