#407167 - Hidden by the trees, the two of them had spent the last twelve months getting to know each other, and as is wont in these cases, getting more intimate with each passing day. Through all this, Catherine Smith was also sobbing, but more quietly and to herself, she tried to wave a final good by to her daughter, but John Smith pulled down her arm in disgust and said, She's made her own bed, Catherine, and now she must sleep in it!!! The two horse carriage made good time back to Kirkville, and thankfully Rachel had calmed down quite a bit by the time they hit the town square. His fire and brimstone sermons were enough to frighten anyone, especially the young children of the congregation who looked upon Deacon Hancock with almost god like reverence.