as a locomotive, and rain hit the roof like stones dropping from the sky. Josiah sure hoped the house was built solid.
Billie put her hand on her belly and tears began to stream down her face. âDamn you, Charlie. Damn it all to hell. Why ainât you here? You promised youâd never leave me.â
Josiah ignored the plea. There was nothing he could say to her to ease her pain and he knew it. Neither of them had the ones they loved in their lives to call on, to lean on, when they needed them the most.
âCome on, letâs get you some dry clothes on and get you in bed. That babyâs gonna come whether the docâs here or not,â Josiah said, standing up.
It was a struggle, but with Josiahâs help, Billie pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed, groaning softly, her hand never leaving her stomach.
âYouâve done this before, ainât you?â she asked, her mouth wide as she breathed in quick bursts.
âNo, maâam. I wish I could tell you I have.â
âBut you had four children. What did you do? Go huntinâ while your wife laid in misery?â
âI stood outside the door, watched the little ones after there was more than one. Ofelia, the comadrona , um, the midwife, was there for every one of the births of my children.â
The scowl returned to Billieâs face as she regained normal breathing patterns. âYou werenât there for any of them?â
âThe last one. My son.â Josiah hesitated, tried to force the memory out of his mind, but that was impossible.
Lyle was born nearly a year after they had buried the last of their children. Lilyâs pregnancy was a new hope, a rebirth of their family. But it wasnât long into it that she started to grow weak. By the time the baby was due, the fevers had come for her. She died in labor, and with little time to spare, Josiahâs son, and only living child, was cut from Lilyâs belly by Ofeliaâwith Josiahâs help.
It was the saddest moment of his life.
â. . . But it was a difficult birth,â Josiah added, looking away from her, away from her stomach. Tears settled in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.
âThis one ainât gonna be easy,â Billie said.
âI suppose itâs not. Itâs your first pregnancy?â
âYes,â Billie said. âAnd from the feel of it, I ainât gonna be in no hurry to ever do it again.â
âCan you change yourself into a dry dress?â Josiah asked.
He wasnât a praying man, although there were circumstances when he sure hoped for a certain outcomeâbut asking an unseen force for a favor seemed silly at the moment . . . when it was just the two of them, stuck in the middle of a storm, with Billie about to give birth.
When Billie nodded yes, Josiah was greatly relieved. âIâll be right outside the door if you need me.â
âYouâre good at that.â
âItâs the last place Iâd prefer to be at the moment.â
âBeats beinâ out in the storm, a wanted man, a posse on your heels that wonât offer you a moment of justice,â Billie said.
âI donât mean to sound ungrateful. Thatâs not what I meant. Iâm sure Iâd be hanging from that live oak just outside the door, my feet dragging the ground, if it werenât for your generosity.â
âThis has to be hard for you. I canât imagine losinâ a baby, much less three. But I donât think I can do this myself.â
âIâm not going anywhere,â Josiah said, easing out the door, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, wishing he was the kind of man who could run right out of the house and not look back.
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