Still, it was clean and with her hair freshly pinned up, she felt more herself than she had in weeks. Dinner at the boardinghouse was a simple but hearty affair, roast beef, potatoes, and fresh bread. The other boarders, two mining engineers, a school teacher, and an elderly widow regarded Catherine with curiosity but were polite enough. Kathleen kept the conversation flowing and Catherine was grateful not to field too many questions about her past. "So, you're claiming Jacob's mine?" One of the engineers, a Mr.
Pearson, asked as they finished their apple pie. "It's my uncle's property and as his only living relative, yes." Catherine replied firmly. "It's a promising claim." Mr. Pearson acknowledged. "But mining's a rough business for a lady.
You might consider selling." "I might." Catherine said noncommittally. "Once I've assessed its value properly." "Smart." The other engineer, Mr. Thompson, nodded. "Don't let anyone rush you. There are those in town who take advantage." "My brother will help her sort things out." Kathleen said with finality, effectively ending the conversation.
Later, as Catherine prepared for bed, she stood by the window looking out at the town. Prosperity was nothing like Boston with its cobblestone streets and gas lamps. Here, the buildings were more humble, the streets unpaved, and beyond the edge of town, the wild landscape stretched endlessly under a vast, star-filled sky. It was beautiful in its own way and terrifying in its openness. A knock at her door interrupted her thoughts.
Miss Blackwood. Kathleen's voice called softly. May I come in? Catherine opened the door to find Kieran's sister holding a bundle of fabric. I thought you might need these, Kathleen said, placing the bundle on the bed.
Just some dresses I don't wear much anymore. We're about the same size, I think. Catherine's eyes stung with unexpected tears. I couldn't possibly Nonsense, Kathleen interrupted. We women need to stick together out here.
Besides, you can pay me back when your mind starts producing. Catherine fingered the simple but well-made dresses of brown wool, a green cotton, and a blue gingham. Thank you, truly. Kathleen smiled. Get some rest.
Tomorrow will be a busy day. Morning came with the crowing of a rooster and the smell of coffee and bacon. Catherine dressed in Kathleen's brown wool dress, which fit reasonably well, though it was a bit loose in the waist. After a hearty breakfast, she was just helping clear the dishes when Kieran arrived. Morning, ladies, he greeted, hat in hand.
He wore a clean white shirt today, tucked into dark pants, his gun belt slung low on his hips. His eyes swept over Catherine, noting the different dress, but he made no comment. Right on time, Kathleen said. Coffee before you go? Already had two cups at home, Kieran declined.