20
CAROLINE
The shack was just as I remembered. Had it only been a few days since I was there with Finn? That I'd married him? Given myself to him? Now Meecham took stock of the one room and grimaced. He'd lit the plain lamp against the darkness. It was just as Finn and I had left it, ready for whomever needed it next. When I'd helped Finn do so, I'd imagined readying it for one of the hands when winter struck early, not for Meecham.
I was drenched, my dress heavy and sodden. The rain hadn't abated, the pounding of it on the metal roof almost deafening, but at least we were under cover, sheltered from it all. "What do you want?" I asked, although I had a fairly good idea.
"I want Masters to suffer." The man grabbed the quilt from the bed and wiped his face, his jowled neck. "He took wh
