Grandma'm Cronk had told her that her dresses made the difference between her ability and Flukey's.
Flukey pushed open the cabin door, listened a moment, and stepped in.
Flukey's voice, calling to his dog, rose high above the clamor.
Cronk smiled in relief; and Ann shuddered, as she thought of Flukey's frail body in the man's thick, twisting fingers.
Flukey made no movement to dislodge his tightly pressed lips from the trembling fingers.
