Chapter 45

After the Indians headed far enough south, Frank and Gregory lugged the tubs of water to what remained of the burning embers. When they reached the pyre, they paused and said their own prayer for the baby girl who hadn’t lived. Although the Indians had done a good job of banking the embers, the extra water poured around the perimeter put their minds at ease against a possible wildfire.

As Frank was pouring the last of the water from his tub, he said quietly, “Poor thing never had a chance.”

“She was never loved. Without love, nothing can grow.”

“Or if she was conceived in love, when the love stopped, so did her will to live. The girl never seemed to take much interest in her. The baby just slowly drifted away. You did pretty good with everything yesterday.”

Gregory blushed. “You’re the one that got us moving with the clean water.”

“And if I remember right, you and James Nordhuff had a grand time last summer when I was gone to town,” Frank argued.