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Chapter 7

November 20, 1865

Henry POV

“You look like death warmed over, Henry,” Matthew told me at breakfast this morning.

“Thanks. I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t for lack of trying. Every time I closed my eyes, I envisioned Abigail in her father’s clutches. The weather is turning colder, Matt. Do we know if she even had coat or shawl?” I whispered, afraid to know the answer. She was most likely in the forest and mountainous area of Arkansas. While that would shelter her from the constant wind it would not provide with much sunlight for warmth. I was worried about frostbite.

“After you went to rest yesterday, I went and spoke with Zeke some more. She did have her heavy woolen coat. Don’t know what kind of stockings she was wearing. I would guess, the same as when she traveled here from St. Louis. She should be warm enough. Although, with the weather turning an

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