“Thanks,” Hank said quietly. “I guess stubborn runs in the family. Let’s go show your fosters Mrs. Dowd didn’t eat me.” A dark brow lifted. “Who is she, anyway?”
Sharl sighed. “She and her husband run the dry goods mercantile-”
“Ha!” Dr. Adams erupted. “She runs it. He just works there.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t have anything against women doing honest work, but she pushes it right to the line.”
“She’s the only place to get some of the supplies we need.” Sharl bit her lip. “And she’s afraid of Father.”
“Quartermaster problems,” Hank muttered. “I thought I’d be out of those after the Army…. And she came here anyway? She must be braver than she looks.”
Sharl lifted her head. “She is. She’s just – wrong.”
Dr. Adams blinked, looking between them. “Well, glory be. No wonder Will… oh, never mind,” he shrugged off their curious looks. “Never mind, I’m an old meddler, ask anyone.” He waved his hands like shooing chickens. “Go on, go on! I want to check up on Will too.”
Well of course he did, Dr. Adams was a good doctor. He knew Father was still himself. Now if she could just convince the rest of the town!
But that would come later. Right now, she’d better be ready to brace the Captain against the coming mini-assault.
A/N: The doc knows Will well enough to realize our dragon may have had multiple reasons for dragging this man home. One of them being 16 and single, with Opinions that aren’t all that popular with town….