He patted the horse's neck and they went slowly up the road toward the Kavanagh house, their arms about each other, the gracious dusk hiding them. Life's future hid its problem. Love's present was enough.
He patted the horse's neck and they went slowly up the road toward the Kavanagh house, their arms about each other, the gracious dusk hiding them. Life's future hid its problem. Love's present was enough.