Homing [antikvár]

Christmas at Williamsburg 1938 I ou scared?" Stephen suggested, glancing at her speechlessness and then attending again to the road ahead oL Evadne smiled, and leaned a little towards him-an instinctive nestling movement which acknowledged her need oL reassurance. "I wouldn't have been a good pioneer woman" she murmured. "Every shadow would have been an Indián, every twig would have sounded like a rifle shot. I would have woken up screaming with nightmares about being scalped. Just think if those trees came right in on a narrow trail-just think if we were in a covered wagon with arrows zinging past our ears!" "Honey, you've got it all wrong. No covered wagons in Virginia-that was Death Valley. I thought you'd like this road-there's a sort of Feel to it, I always think." "You mean there's another road?" "Yes, the main highway's over there, We always take this one, along the River." "Because of the Feel." "Mm-hm." It was the back way to Williamsburg, running behind the big houses which faced the East bank of the James. As the 3 the car.