The rain continued to pour down, spraying against the windows in sheets and torrents. Seth and Matthew went with Amy to unload the horses and settle them into the stable. Amy then went back to the camp to her family’s home, while Seth and Matthew continued to the cabin.
“Come in and get dry,” Seth told his brother, “but you can’t stay here. I’ll find another house for you.”
“Why can’t I stay here?”
“I doubt Laura will want to stay with the man who killed her father.”
“I didn’t kill her father!”
“You didn’t stop it either, did you?” Seth snapped, but he was too cold, too tired, and in too much pain to have a proper argument with his brother. They left the supplies in the barn and went back out in the rain to walk the short distance between the two buildings.
Inside the cabin felt
