I rested a hand on Alfie’s shoulder. “Your place at Thorny Walk will be there for you when you’ve mended enough to return to work”
“Thankee, sir, but…Will Sir John have me back?”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
He shrugged.
“Alfie.”
“That man Sir John’s got running things seems set on doing them his own way.”
It made sense that with both Father and John in Town, someone would be needed to oversee Thorny Walk.
“What man?”
“Mr Morgan.”
“I don’t know the name.”
He shrugged again. “Mr John suggested him for the job.”
“I’ll talk to Morgan.” I said goodbye to the little family, caught up Monte’s reins, and went in search of this Morgan.
I found him at the home farm.
“I’m Warrick Synclaire.”
“You don’t look much like your father or brother.”
“Indeed.” I gave him the cold look I’d perfected in the years away from home, and he quickly apologised.
“I was just saying. What can I do for you, sir?”
“When Alfie Butterick is well enough to return to work, you’ll give him his position back.”