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~ Four ~

“SCOTT, ARE YOU sure this is the correct road?” Felicia peered through the dark of night, squinted, and ht road She didn’t knohy she had listened to hierpost and made certain of their direction

Her friend sighed unhappily and kept his horse in a forward jog He apparently did not plan on answering her

Felicia’s eyes narrowed They had taken the wrong road She was sure of it She could see that Scott orried He couldn’t fool her; she knew hi to keep the fact that they were lost to himself

Well, she didn’t give a rap for honor and intangibles What she needed was an answer “Scott, tell h to turn back now and—”

“It is already past seven, you know Wish we had ru back No time for that”

She snorted “No ti’s roads without having a not

ion where we are?” She wagged a finger “Weto do”

“We are not backtracking!” Scott responded He eyed her as he cairl I have already told you that I aerpost No point losing ain”

She sighed He had an obstinate streak, and usually it was about directions He had no sense of direction This was her fault because she knew it and should have studied the fingerpost herself She sighed and said despondently, “This is slow going in the dark”

“Aye What ant now is the Northport Inn, and if we don’t concentrate and pick up our pace, on’t get there for another hour or so!”

She sniffed and stopped her unruly tongue fro its way out of her rooue out at hial look at hi all this just for her She said, “Yes, well, I can’t see a thing, Scott, so I don’t knoe can pick up the pace I don’t want Whiley here to land in a hole, you know”

“Hen-witted and chicken-hearted,” Scott pronounced and laughed “Any ninny can see that the road is as smooth as silk”

Her resolve to treat him with respect was lost so note, “Chicken-hearted? You big oaf You are much like all your kind”

He chuckled “My kind being men?”