Cedar Woman (162 page)

He
s
to
pp
e
d
f
o
r a
m
o
m
ent
t
o
s
t
and
a
nd
s
t
re
t
ch; s
t
a
yi
ng
i
n
t
h
e
sa
m
e
po
sition
too
lo
n
g
m
a
d
e
h
is
h
ip
stiff.
He
g
la
n
ced
at
Hap
p
y,
a
n
d
t
h
en
at
a ra
in
b
o
w:
H
ap
p
y – ra
i
n
bo
w,
a
n
d w
a
s
s
u
d
d
e
n
l
y
i
n
s
p
i
r
ed!

Yes!
he
e
x
clai
m
ed
to hi
m
sel
f
.

Lifti
n
g
t
h
e lid to
t
h
e coffee
t
a
b
le, a
n
d burr
o
w
i
n
g a
m
id
its
co
n
te
n
ts, L
o
gan
fo
u
n
d
what he
was
l
o
ok
i
ng
f
o
r
.
H
o
l
d
i
n
g
it up
to
t
h
e
rai
nb
o
w
a
n
d squ
i
nting
one eye,
he became
excited.
Sh
e
rri’s fiery
lo
ck
s
flash
e
d
a
c
ro
s
s his
m
ind’s
e
y
e.

Perfect!

Walking
acro
s
s
the
back de
c
k
,
Pet
e
r
a
p
proached
t
h
e
sliding doors, w
h
ich
e
x
ited fr
o
m
t
h
e fa
m
i
ly
ro
o
m
.
He
felt re
n
e
we
d
.

Ther
e
’s
no
t
hi
n
g
like
a
s
h
ort n
a
p
i
n
t
h
e s
u
n,
with
t
h
e
so
u
n
d
of
d
u
c
k
s a
n
d
f
o
u
n
t
a
i
n
s
pleas
i
ng your
ear,
he
m
u
sed.

Enteri
n
g
t
h
e f
am
ily r
o
o
m
,
Peter noticed
L
o
g
an
a
n
d t
h
e
t
wo
d
o
gs.

Where is
my
M
a
r
y
?
he quest
i
on
e
d silentl
y
.

Peter took
a
few steps toward t
h
e
f
o
y
er a
n
d
sto
p
p
e
d. Wait
a
m
inute. So
m
ething
w
a
s
wrong.
Turning
s
l
owly,
he
gazed
upon
Logan
a
nd
his two
fri
e
n
d
s.

“
M
ARY!”

The
s
o
und of his
wif
e
’s feet
clatteri
n
g
d
o
wn
t
h
e
stairs
t
o
ld
Peter wh
e
re
M
ary h
a
d
be
e
n
.
He
r
a
n
to
m
eet
her,
po
i
nting
t
o
w
ar
d
t
h
e
fo
y
e
r
,
his
m
ou
t
h
f
l
app
i
n
g
i
n
e
f
fectual
ly
.
A
l
arm rose
i
n
her
b
re
a
s
t
:
was
Pe
t
er strokin
g
?

“
Peter!
Peter!
W
h
a
t
’s w
r
o
n
g?
Are
y
o
u
all
rig
h
t
?
Are
y
o
u
hur
t
?
Wh
a
t
’
s
w
r
ong
?
”
s
he
p
l
ea
d
e
d
,
c
on
c
e
r
n
g
r
o
w
i
n
g
w
it
h
e
v
e
r
y
p
assing
second.

Peter
s
h
oo
k his
he
a
d
a
n
d
p
o
i
n
t
ed
a
g
ain
t
o
t
h
e fa
m
i
ly roo
m
. “Lo
g
a
n
?
”
she
cried,
“is
L
og
a
n
h
u
r
t
?
”