Chad WHN
Chad WHN What’s in a name? Chad was sitting on a hay bale in the barn trying to write something when Scott walked his horse in and passed the reins on to one of the hands. “Anything I can help with?” Scott asked, settling himself down in the shade and taking off his gloves. “Just writin’ a letter. I can write but I can’t seem to find the words.” “Who’s the intended recipient?” “Writin’ to the congregation back home. Back where I used to live,” Chad amended quickly. “I owe them some explanation. And the Deacons. They were generous in their givin’ to me and my sis – my aunt Callie. Mebbe if they’d known why we needed that money, mebbe they wouldn’t have been so charitable. I’m reckonin’ to send them my wages until it’s all settled.” “That sounds like a good plan,” Scott offered, not sure he should be part of the decision Chad seemed to be making. “Scott.” Chad looked across at his new-found relation. “Do you think Johnny would mind if I …” “Johnny would mind if you wha