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“Yes Mr Willis is at the smithy’s One of the team threw a shoe on the way here,” Lorna explained why Woolie wasn’t with her now She turned to the two boys, busily sucking on their candy “Coon”

In addition to the general store and saloon, the town of Blue Moon boasted a blacksht’s shop, too, and two cabins to house the Fitzsi Traffic had worn away the grass in front of the two businesses, exposing the hard earth and creating a short street of sorts Three sets of rutted tracks fanned out fro plains

Their wagon stood outside, with only one horse standing in the traces A blacksmith’s hammer sounded out rhythmically in the summer afternoon

“If you would put the box in the wagon, Mr Fitzsimmons,” Lorna requested, “I’ll let Mr Willis know that we can leave whenever he’s ready”

“Of course, Mrs Calder,” he agreed

While he puffed his way to the back of the wagon, Lorna took Arthur by the hand to walk to the blacksmith’s shop Webb skipped a few paces ahead of her, then stopped abruptly to point

“Look at that wagon, Mommy!”

“It’s a carriage, not a wagon,” she corrected, seeing it ale, too, all enclosed and brightly painted She had not seen anything re Texas It more than piqued her curiosity

“What’s a carriage?” Webb frowned

She laughed at his question “You’re looking at one”

“Oh,” he said, and ran ahead for a closer look

It gave Lorna an excellent excuse to satisfy her curiosity and venture nearer after Webb instead of going directly to find Woolie Willis A pair of matched sorrels with flaxenthe smithy’s shop They had to be the teali to climb inside to see what it was like

“You mustn’t clied him from the step-up

“But I wanta see inside,” he protested

She heard footsteps coe and saw a pair of booted feet before the man walked out from behind the vehicle Her eyes widened in surprise, because she had expected it to be the owner of the carriage Instead it was Bull Giles