William Weldon is not the man Thankful once knew.
Thankful scooped up the map pieces on the floor. “Such a gift you have and you throw it away on depraved women.”
“Jesus hung around with them.”
Thankful looked up at him with a severe stare. “So now you compare yourself to our Lord? You have changed.” She adjusted her hat with one hand while clutching the map in the other.
The faint odor of perspiration under Thankful’s perfume flustered William.
Thankful stood. “I shall have to go back to the army on my own for assistance. I don’t trust anyone here and you won’t keep me the night.”
“Of course I won’t. The hotel is terrible rough though.” William tapped his fingers against his temple. “I guess it won’t be safe to go now. It’ll be almost candle lighting by the time you get there.”
He tried to ignore the small vermin creeping from under things.
“If you take me right now to the barracks, I’ll make my way home in the morning, and I won’t say a word about your state of affairs,” Thankful said bravely, but William detected a quiver in her voice. “This was a mistake.”
“It does seem ridiculous that you’ve come,” William said. “And I don’t care what folks at home think.”
“It seems MORE ridiculous that you’re corned and living in nothing better than an outhouse!” Thankful replied.
“I’m not drunk!”
“The William I know would do what’s right and bring me to the army where men have manners and are gallant and . . .”
“Enough! I’ll bring you. I hope you don’t mind horseback and it’s a dangerous thing out here.”
“I wasn’t born in the woods to be scared by an owl—when will we leave?”
William grinned. “Thankful Crenshaw, you’re a caution. The doctor must be in a conniption fit over you leaving home. I wish you hadn’t done it to him. Send the doctor a telegram to be fair.”
“I’d like to go soon if you don’t mind. Please stop talking about my father,” Thankful said, the guilt that plagued her on the train returning.
William found an old cap and sniffed it before smoothing his hair with a pungent tonic and tossing it on.
“Are you done with your toilet, Willy? I didn’t know boys prepared themselves so much for a visit to the post.”
William ignored Thankful and sifted through piles of sketchbooks, clothing and bottles, finding his gun.
“Oh, my, that old thing is yours?” Thankful asked with an amused giggle. “It looks mighty heavy. How do you lug it? Do you know how to use it even? I hope you have no intention of bringing it along. My father told lots of stories about cavalrymen shooting their feet and other things off.”
“Well, those people must have been fools. I’m not so weak that I can’t carry an old carbine!” William said.
“Now I’ll be a nervous Nelly all the way out, worrying I’ll be shot up.”
“It wouldn’t be an accident if I shot you, Thankful,” William joked.
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“The second installment in The Tenafly Road Series definitely did not disappoint. With the introduction of new characters and the return of familiar ones, Weary of Running made for an exciting read. The protagonist, Thankful, is the real highlight of the novel. She consistently makes very poor decisions but in the end, you can understand why she has made every last one of them. The story ranges from love and romance to questions of faith and morality. It does all this without being preachy and explores many angles of different aspects of life. This is one of the best books I have read in a long time.” Amazon Review
“Buck Crenshaw is my favorite dysfunctional lovable character.”