Chapter 65

DALLIN HAD already been itching to get back on the road as soon as possible. Between their greeting at the gates and the figure that might or might not have been his imagination across the street from the library, the urge to take care of the rest of their business and be gone had worked at his nerves like an itch he couldn't reach between his shoulder blades. Now he was on fire with it. He'd almost wanted to insist Wil teach him those songs right then and there, but he didn't like the idea of doing it while that pinch-mouthed biddy was looking on.