Late 1635

Fenton Bowers left Maurice Tito's courtroom, his wife Nell next to him. their children ahead of them.

Their children, now.

Amanda and Jason had been grown, hadn't been in Grantville that Sunday. Had been left up-time.

They were too old for a second family. Until the refugees started pouring into town.

Nell had begged him to take foster children.

"Why?" He had put his tools down on the workbench at the Tack Boutique. She was nagging him over her lunch hour at her temporary job . . .

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