Both Frank and Vicky could tell that Paul was hesitating but not unwilling to sell the drakeroot—it was Sylvia's prompt refusal that surprised them.

"Mrs. Fielden, we didn't come demanding it for free," Vicky quickly said. "Just mention a price, and we will pay."

"No," Sylvia refused again. "Doesn't matter how much you're paying—we're not selling."

She then turned to her husband. "Paul, my cousin needs that drakeroot. Didn't you agree to give it to him?"

Paul nodded. "I did, but Ms. Turnbull needs it too... How about splitting it in half?"

He loved his wife to bits, and would basically agree to anything she asked for.

But with Vicky making a bid for the drakeroot as well, he was in a dilemma since he did not want to offend either party.

Sylvia shook her head repeatedly. "That won't do—the drakeroot is a hundred years old, and it's not perfectly preserved in the first place. Stanley needs the entire herb."

obviously a slave to his wife,

that mean Frida was going to

fact that the drakeroot is a powerful healing herb. May I ask what your cousin's condition is? If it's something simple, I can personally treat him—there's no need to go to the extent of using the

him. "Really? You

Mr. Lawrence—he

astonished that even Dan, the most famous healer of Riverton, deferred

Sylvia. "Dear, you were making frequent trips to the hospital before,

A young boy like him wouldn't know a thing

had a sexually-transmitted disease and she had not been with

be exposed if

if you doubt me, Mrs. Fielden." Frank smiled in turn. "But as medicine goes, observation is vital —there are times when

Paul gasped,

turn, unsure if Frank was just boasting or

beside Frank just then. "Go on, Frank—show your

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