whoâd insisted on coming downstairs to join them for dinner, was still running a fever. Miss Alice was gathering up supplies. She was on her way to help a woman in Big Gap deliver a baby. And Miss Ida was annoyed that no one was eating the meal sheâd prepared.
âI wonder how long those jugs have been down there,â Christy continued.
âThey may have put them there long ago,â David suggested, âthinking it would be the last place anyone would look. Or it could have been a defiant gestureâan answer, if you can call it that, to my sermon last Sunday.â
âCome to think of it, I did hear noises out by the school late last night,â Christy said.
âYou were outside last night?â David asked in surprise.
Christy glanced over at Ruby Mae. âOh, just for a few minutes. A little walk, to clear my head.â
David looked over at the doctor. âI suppose, with this latest development, youâre dying to say I told you so?â
Doctor MacNeill shifted positions in his chair. Heâd barely touched his food. âNo, David,â he said after a moment of reflection. âIâm not about to gloat. What would be the point?â
âSince when do you keep your opinions to yourself?â David demanded.
The doctor sighed heavily. âI will tell you this. I am worried about this situation. It was one thing to preach a sermon about moonshine. It was quite another to dump out jug after jug. That was someoneâs property, like it or notââ
âProperty!â David cried. âThat was illegal liquor, on my property!â He paused. âOn our property, I should say.â
âThatâs not the point,â the doctor said. âThe point is that youâve just added fuel to a very dangerous fire. Iâm worried that whoever put that moonshine there will try to retaliate now.â
âRetaliate?â Miss Ida echoed. âAgainst whom?â âAgainst the mission. Against David, or maybe Christy. After all, the children witnessed them dumping the moonshine together.â
David looked at Christy and frowned. â Iâm the one who did the dumping and gave the sermon. Why would they act against Christy?â
âBecause she represents the mission, too,â the doctor answered. âIn a way, she has more contact with these people than you do. You see them every Sunday for an hour, if youâre lucky. Sheâs the one teaching the children of these moonshiners, every single day.â
The doctor winced as he tried to reach for a glass of water. Ruby Mae moved it closer for him. âThanks, Ruby Mae. Say, youâve been awfully quiet this evening.â
Ruby Mae stared at her plate, her lower lip jutting.
âSheâs pouting,â Christy explained.
âAnd why is that?â asked Doctor MacNeill.
âThey wonât let me take care of Prince anymore and heâs just gonna plain starve out there without me!â Ruby Mae cried.
âRuby Mae,â David said gently, âI fed Prince an hour ago. He ate like . . . well, like a horse. Trust me. He is not going to starve.â
âWithout me, heâs a-goinâ to starve for love!â Ruby Mae cried.
Christy smiled at the doctor. âTell us, Doctor. Have you ever come across such a medical condition?â
âStarving for love. Hmmm. Hmmm.â The doctor tapped his finger on his chin. âThere have been documented cases, although they usually appear in the human male.â He grinned at Christy. âNow, in a mammal the size of a horse, I would think it would take, oh, a good two months or so for any symptoms to develop.â
âTwo months,â Christy repeated, winking at the doctor. âThatâs plenty of time for you to get your schoolwork and chores back on track, Ruby Mae.â
âWhat does he know?â Ruby Mae said. âHe ainât no horse doctor.â
âBy the way, have
Cat Mason
David-Matthew Barnes
T C Southwell
His Lordship's Mistress
Kenneth Wishnia
Eric Meyer
Don Brown
Edward S. Aarons
Lauren Marrero
Terri Anne Browning