“You’ve got to keep the wagon moving,” someone shouted from just beyond the canvas wall.
"The baby is coming,” Jacob’s voice, a voice she had not known two days ago, telling this person her most personal business.
Silence followed by a soft curse and Beth cried out, her pain roiling in her stomach as she wished for Caroline, wished for her sister or mother as another face appeared beside Clem.
“Try and be still,” he said, and Beth pulled back, horrified to see a man kneeling over her.
“Mr. McNeal,” C...
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