“Yes. The boy who drove them is here.”
“I would like to find them, if possible.”
The woman went to order the wagon.
Mary was pale, agitated.
“Mr. Garrison, when I left your wife, Mr. Steele was not here.”
He didn’t answer; he frightened her.
“What are you going to do?”
“Find her and bring her back.”
“A storm is brewing,” said the woman. “They come up quickly and are terrible while they last.”
The wagon drove up; he jumped in. Mary stood watching him till he was out of sight. The clouds gathered; the wind slunk into its den.