11-28-2013, 07:44 AM
Silas tipped his hat to the schoolmarm as she stepped away, but his attention was focused on the painted lady in front of him. He chose his words carefully, trying to be diplomatic. "I wouldn't be too optimistic about finding the horses, though."
His attention was diverted from the conversation by a glimpse of something odd out the corner of his eye. He turned just in time to see Lydia fall to her knees, and darted to her side without thinking. He caught the bag of flour before she dropped it, holding it negligently in one hand while the other supported her by the elbow. "Miss Ivy! Are you ill? Do you need a doctor?"
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