She called over her shoulder, "Well, if you won't feed me, at least have mercy on my horse. He's tied up over in front of the mercantile and his ribs are about stuck together from hunger. You won't leave a helpless animal out there in the cold to starve, would you?"
"No. She just showed up and locked herself in and took the keys. Can't do anything until she wants to leave."
"That don't seem right. Hey, missy. You here for the sheriff's Bible reading? That's what he does for his prisoners, just reads aloud 'cause they can't escape. Do you think you are here for Sunday School or something?" he chortled
"Stu, I need you to go take care of her horse for me. She's says it's tied up in front of the mercantile, and you need to take it to the livery."
"What kind of horse is it?" the deputy asked.
"A white one, kind of bony. He's getting up there in years," she smiled with satisfaction. She knew no true gentleman would be cruel to an animal. The sheriff just went up a notch in her book. As for her, that was another matter. Just like the rest of the town, he was writing her off.
"Mother, will you step outside for a minute?" He glared at their guest who just kept setting the table, methodically laying down the plates, a knife and spoon on one side and a fork at the other .
Isabella lowered a scarf his mother had loaned her pulling it down from where it covered her mouth to say, "Unfortunately, there's no hay or grain for the animals there or any wood chopped."
"We'll have to make due. Help me look for your turn off. If we miss it, we'll be out in this for who knows how long. I should have seen this coming and not tried to come out today."
"Nobody can predict the weather. The sky was clear this morning when I woke up. It was still dark, but the stars were out." Then she shut her mouth and covered back up because her teeth hurt from the cold.
Then she pointed muffled muttering through the scarf, "There! Turn here."
He left her at her own threshold then turned the horses to pass on. Then he unhitched the team and led them into the barren barn. Finn then covered himself with the buffalo robe and tried to head in the right direction to find the house. It was turning into a regular blizzard. He felt stupid for having set out today of all days just to please his mother.
He bumped into the edge of the house and felt his way around to the front door.