Suspicious

Will had seen the militia out making patrol rounds as he made his way toward the Adams Farm. They had not seen him or else he would have probably been interrogated and would have had to lie so as not to tell them where he had been. He finally made it back to the barn to tie up the horse, relieved to see that there were no lamps lit in the house. He snuck in the back door and made his way to the makeshift bedroom he had been sleeping in. However, as he crossed the kitchen, he saw Julia sitting up in her bed in the room beyond. He sighed, and she stood up to follow him into his room.

“Well?” she asked, closing the door behind her.

“Well, what?” he asked, taking off his hat and coat and throwing them over the back of a chair.

“Aren’t you going to tell me where you’ve been?” she asked a bit too noisily.

“Not so loud!” he said, sitting down on the cot and taking off his boots. “Why do you care w