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have fun, and when I marry Bobby Fossett, I'll have fun
too."
"Bobby Fossett is a whole year older than me," Zach
felt a need to remind her, his voice very logical.
"Well, Papa is older than Mam," Laura argued.
"I thought we decided that you weren't supposed to
talk," Duffy said as he came into the room and stood
looking down at his daughter.
"I had to set Zach straight."
Duffy looked at her sternly. "It's not your job to set
anyone straight, and you need to be quiet when your throat
is sore. Do you understand?"
Laura nodded, and Duffy turned away. Griffin was
behind him, but Slater and Liberty could not miss the way
his eyes lit with laughter and tenderness the moment Laura
could not see him.
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"Do you have family, slater?" Duffy asked after he'd
taken a seat and they'd all talked a little more about the
day.
"I do. I'm the youngest of three boys."
"Are you from Texas?"
"Not originally, and in fact, my parents moved back to
St. Louis about five years ago. But my grandmother is still
in Texas, and so are both my brothers."
"What do they do?" Liberty asked.
"One is a Texas Ranger, and the other runs the family
ranch in Kinkade."
"So would you consider Kinkade home for you?"
"Yes. I was thinking about heading in that direction
when I found myself detained in Shotgun."
Liberty and Griffin both smiled at his dry tone.
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"Why have you stayed?" Duffy asked. This young man
seemed very straightforward, but he was living with Kate's
son, and it wasn't unusual to see his eyes stray in Liberty's
direction. Duffy wanted to take him at face value, but he
wasn't going to be heedless.
"Mostly the church. If I hadn't found work so easily, I
probably wouldn't have had much choice but to move on.
Griffin's hospitality was a draw too."
"Has he complained of your snoring yet, Griff?" Liberty
asked.
"If I could get up, you'd be in trouble," Griffin told her.
Laura had fallen asleep on him.
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"I can hear it," Slater admitted, "but it doesn't keep me
awake."
Liberty enjoyed sending a teasing look at her brother.
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"What did you enjoy about the church?" Duffy asked.
"The way your pastor preached from the Word, and the
way he didn't skip around the issues or make excuses. He's
obviously studied, and I learned quite a bit I've been
reading in Nehemiah all week, and I'm looking forward to
going back."
"There's a picnic," Zach told him, and Duffy looked
surprised.
"You were so quiet, Zach, that I forgot you were there.
I think you'd best head up to bed."
"All right. Are you coining?"
"Indeed, I am. Get changed and wash your face. I'll be
right along."
"Mam told me about the picnic," Griffin explained to
Duffy after Zach had kissed Liberty and Griffin and told
Slater goodnight. "Do you think she'll feel up to going?"
"I don't know," Duffy admitted. "She tells me she's
been tired lately. I think maybe she should stay home just
so she can rest."
"It's not the picnic itself, Duff," Liberty put in. "If s all
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the work beforehand. I can take care of it, but she can't
stand to lie around."
"I'll talk with her, Liberty," he said, sounding very
much like a doctor. "But it wouldn't hurt for either of you
to realize you don't need to bring enough food to feed the
entire congregation. Everyone brings food to pass, and we
always have an abundance."
Liberty nodded, knowing he was right. They always
brought food home. Liberty was still thinking about it,
even going so far as to figure out what she would make this
time--two or three dishes to share instead of the usual four
or five would be reasonable--when she realized she was
alone with Slater. Duffy had gone up to tuck Zach into bed,
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and Griffin had carried Laura to her room. Slater was
staring at her, his expression unreadable.
"That was rude of me," Liberty said. "I was thinking
and didn't realize we were alone."
"I don't need to be entertained," Slater said
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