Chapter 41

Butte Meadows, Nebraska - August 1874

Jeremiah fidgeted in the pew beside Violette, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The preacher's words washed over him unheard as his gaze kept returning to Violette. Her presence was a warm comfort, and his fingers brushed lightly against hers where they rested side-by-side.

He'd had girlfriends before, but none sparked a connection like Violette. Yet, with each passing day, the return of her sister loomed larger, threatening to take Violette away. He desperately wanted her to stay, but the thought of following her to Baltimore, where he lacked any real skills or prospects, felt impossible.

Lost in his worries, Jeremiah hadn't realized he'd been gripping Violette's hand tightly. When she pulled away, rubbing her fingers with a frown, he apologized sincerely.

"Is everything alright?" Violette asked gently, concern etched on her face.

"Would you mind a walk?" Jeremiah suggested, scratching his head nervously. "There's something I need to talk about."

"Of course," Violette agreed readily.

Teresa, catching up, chimed in, "Can I come too?"

"Sorry, Teresa," Jeremiah replied apologetically. "It's just... something private between Violette and me."

Teresa pouted but didn't argue.

"Tell Louise we'll be back soon," Violette called after her, waving goodbye.

As they walked side-by-side towards the river, Violette turned to Jeremiah. "So, what's on your mind?" she asked with a sweet smile.

Jeremiah met her gaze, his heart pounding. "I wanted to talk to you alone," he began, taking her hand gently in his. "Your sister will be back soon, and I know Baltimore is your home..."

Violette squeezed his hand lightly. "Of course," she admitted. "But that doesn't mean..." Her voice trailed off, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I like you too, Jeremiah," she confessed shyly.

"The thought of you leaving for Baltimore..." Jeremiah trailed off, his voice heavy with disappointment.

"I'm just sixteen," Violette reminded him softly. "If Gabrielle wants to go home, I can't really say no."

"Maybe you could talk to her," Jeremiah suggested. "Explain how much you've enjoyed getting to know Buck."

Violette considered the idea. "I haven't had much time with Buck, that's true." She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her features.

Jeremiah's face lit up. "Exactly! And it would give us a chance to get to know each other better as well." He offered a shy smile, his eyes sparkling with hope.