“We might have a job for your nephew too,” Racheal said. “Anyone good enough to work for the Sherrods will do a good job for us.”

Steffan glanced at her.

“Oh yes. Good fellow, strong too,” The old man looked up and stopped, staring at Racheal.

Racheal froze.

Did he recognize her? Had she been underestimating the man’s intelligence?

“My God, you are beautiful, lady.” The old man said finally. “Your wife?” He turned to Steffan.

Steffan smiled at him. ...