Martha's agonizing scream cut through Lucy's desperate thoughts. "I'm going to die!" Her eyes were wide with panic.

"You'll do no such thing." Lucy grabbed the dampened towel and wiped Martha's face. Such a useless gesture, but what else could she do? "You're going to have that baby, and I'm going to be right here to help you." Hearing her own words gave her the courage to carry on. "You can count on me. When Bessie was in labor, I watched Inez, so I know just what to do."

"I can count on you?" Martha's voice was pleading.

"Of course you can." At least that last remark was the truth. The rest? Lucy had seen little of what Inez was doing when Bessie was in labor. What she did see, she could hardly remember. For Martha's sake, from now on she'd act if she were an expert in midwifery.

She heard a knock on the back of wagon. "Hey, Mrs. Schneider?" It was one of the Butler Brothers.

"Yes?"

"You all right?"

She crawled to the back of the wagon and pulled back the flap. Emery stood outside, grinning his snaggletooth grin. "What is it?"

"Just wonderin' if you and the other Mrs. Schneider was all right. We thought we heard a scream."

How could she explain? Lucy's mind raced, looking for a reasonable explanation. In the end she told the truth. "Mrs. Schneider's time has come. If you hear screams, pay no attention."

"Want some help?"

G.o.d in heaven. She used her most confident voice. "I have everything well under control. You can help the most by keeping your distance and giving Mrs. Schneider her privacy."

Emery nodded. "Whatever you want. By the way, we was wonderin' where Mister Schneider is. He's been gone a spell."

"I really don't know, but I'm sure he and your brother will be back shortly."

"Sam's already come back."

"What!" Her heart skipped a beat.

"Yep. Sam rode in some time ago. Said he lost track of Mister Schneider."

"Well, as I said, I'm sure he'll be back soon."

Emery's near-toothless grin widened. He gave her a broad wink. "Iffen you get lonely, you can come and set with us a spell."

"That's very kind of you. If I find the time, I shall certainly keep your invitation in mind."

She closed the flap and heaved a sigh of relief. At least the Butler Brothers wouldn't be bothering them. With a little luck, they'd soon drink themselves into their usual stupor and sleep the night away.

"Has something happened to Abner?" Martha called faintly from her bed.

Lucy returned to her side. "He's just a little late, but he'll be here." What if Abner had lost his way? Funny, but as much as she despised the man, she certainly needed him now.

Darkness fell, but Abner didn't return. As the pangs of childbirth increased, Martha twisted and turned upon the mattress. The pains began to cut through her body with such intensity that merely gritting her teeth was not enough. She tried not to cry out. "Oh, please, I don't want the Butler Brothers to hear me!"

Lucy rolled up a towel for Martha to bite on hard whenever a birth pang struck. She sat at the foot of her bed, and whenever a pain struck, clasped her hands. "Push, push!" she said, recalling Inez's orders to Bessie. Just as Inez had done, Lucy a.s.sumed a confident air and conducted an examination. "I can see the baby's head. It shouldn't be much longer."

Raindrops began to patter against the canvas. Only a light rain ... so far. She remembered that awful night when Jacob was still alive and their wagon flooded. Surely such a disaster wouldn't happen again.

The hours dragged by. So intent had Lucy become on helping Martha, she hardly noticed when the light patter of raindrops turned into a pounding. Only when driving sheets of water struck against the canvas with deafening force did she become aware of water leaking into the wagon. The leaks came from several small holes in the canvas. As the rain pounded-or was it hail?-the holes grew larger, until a deluge of cold water swept into the wagon, soaking her, Martha, the bedding, everything.

Lying on the soaked mattress, Martha began to shiver and cry. "Another flood. What shall we do?"

"Well, we can't stay here. Don't you worry, we'll find another place." Lucy wished she were as confident as she sounded. Other than fleeing to the Butler Brothers-an unthinkable option-her only choice was to move them to her own wagon, although it might very well be flooded, too. Only one way to find out. "I'll be right back."

When she slipped from the wagon, she was. .h.i.t by a driving rain that stung her eyes like dozens of tiny, sharp knives. Blinded, she slipped and stumbled her way through the darkness and mud to her own wagon, only thirty feet away, but it seemed much farther. It was dry. Thank G.o.d the canvas had held.

Soaked to the skin, shivering in the chill air, she made her way back to Abner's wagon and climbed inside. Martha had to move. What an awful thing. Far gone in childbirth, Martha should absolutely not be moved, but she couldn't stay where she was either, all wet and shivering from the cold. "Come, Martha, we're going to go to my wagon where it's dry."

"I can't, I can't!" her sister-in-law called in a pitiful voice.

Lucy replied firmly, "You cannot stay here with the rain falling in your face. You must move. I insist."

Martha begged, "Can we at least wait until the next pain pa.s.ses?"

"Of course. We'll do it between your pains."

"They're coming so close now!"

"They're at least a minute apart. That's plenty of time. Try to think of the good part. Soon you'll be dry and so much more comfortable." It was hard, trying to sound confident and cheerful when she wasn't sure she could get Martha to the other wagon, let alone help her climb inside.

A sheet of rain fell through the rent in the canvas, further drenching them both. "All right, I'll do it."

They waited until the next pain struck and subsided. The second it did, Lucy called urgently, "Come on, let's go." She helped Martha to the back of the wagon. In near total darkness, she jumped to the ground, braced herself, and raised her arms. "Just lean into my arms. I'll catch you. Hurry!"

With a groan Martha lowered herself from the wagon. Lucy caught her, glad she'd braced herself. Pet.i.te as Martha was, Lucy needed all her strength to cushion her fall. She placed her sister-in-law's right arm around her shoulders. "Lean on me. We'll be there in no time."

Martha leaned heavily against Lucy as they half walked, half stumbled the short distance through drenching rain to Lucy's wagon. Just as they reached the rear of the wagon, Martha cried, "Oh, Lucy, another pain's coming!" She doubled over and let out a long, heart-wrenching scream. Lucy stood helplessly by, hoping she'd have the strength to boost Martha up and into the wagon. Lord give me the strength.

When Martha's scream ended, she sagged to the muddy ground and started to sob. Lucy bent over her. "Please, Martha, you've got to stand up."

"I can't! I can't!" With the rain pounding on her, Martha remained on the ground and screamed again.

Lucy bent closer. "Do you want to lie here in the mud? You must help me. I can't lift you by myself."

Sheer desperation gripped her. What if she didn't have the strength to lift Martha? She was putting her hands under Martha's arms, trying to pull her up, when from behind she heard a man's voice say, "Looks like you could use some help."

Oh, no! One of the Butler Brothers? She looked over her shoulder. She could barely make out the outline of a face ... It was Clint! A cry of relief broke from her lips. "I'm so glad you're here! Where did you come from?"

Swiftly Clint bent and swept Martha into his arms. "We'll talk later. Right now let's get this lady out of the rain."

In the wee hours of the morning, Clint, a.s.sisted by Lucy, delivered Martha's baby girl. She wasn't very big-Lucy guessed she was at least a month early-but she possessed the correct number of fingers and toes and let out a l.u.s.ty wail when Clint held her up by her heels and gave her a gentle slap.

She and Clint had been so busy during Martha's final birth pangs that-other than Lucy relating the tragic news about Noah-they had hardly talked. Now, with the baby swaddled in one of Abner's old shirts and lying snug in Martha's arms, Lucy finally could express her grat.i.tude.

"You were like G.o.d descending from the heavens. What would I have done without you?"

"I came to find you." Clint smiled. "Figured you might be in trouble. Even if I hadn't shown up, you would have managed."

"I highly doubt it." She tipped her head. "Where'd you learn how to deliver a baby?" She'd watched in awe as Clint brought the baby into the world with the skill of a midwife.

"I've done a lot of things in my lifetime." His brow furrowed. "That's terrible news about Noah. Are you all right?"

The thought of Noah left her empty and drained. "I'm all right because I have to be all right."

"You've been through a lot. Too much." Clint slipped his arms around her and pulled her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, savoring the strength she drew from his sympathy and understanding.

Clint finally asked, "Where's Abner?"

"Gone ... I don't know where. Maybe he got lost in the woods. Surely he'll be back by morning."

Lucy awoke by dawn's first light. She'd spent a cramped few hours next to Martha's bed and was pleased to see that both Martha and her baby appeared to be doing fine. Clint was gone. She poked her head out and saw that the rain had stopped. Clint was piling wood for a fire. After a greeting she asked, "Is Abner back?"

"No, he's not."

"Then something's definitely wrong. He could be lost, dead, badly injured, captured by Indians-anything!"

Clint struck flint and steel together and lit the kindling. "Don't worry. After breakfast I'll go after him." He nodded toward Lucy's wagon. "Are they all right?" When she nodded, he climbed into the wagon, knelt beside Martha, and picked up the baby. Tenderly his finger traced over the tiny velvet cheek, b.u.t.ton nose, and up over the soft, golden wisps of hair. "She's beautiful. Have you named her yet?"

Martha lay limp and quiet on the mattress, so exhausted she could hardly move, but she managed a smile. "Amelia Catherine. That was my mother's name. I shall call her Amy for short."

He held the little bundle up in front of him. "Well, Miss Amelia Catherine Schneider, you may have been born in the midst of a rain storm, but I see you're none the worse for it."

Martha's eyes brimmed with grat.i.tude. "What would we have done without you? I'm so glad you came after us. I never thought ... I wouldn't have dreamed ..." Her face reddened. Lucy guessed she was thinking of last night, how she'd lain there, in such an undignified position, while he did all those intimate, personal things.

Clint must have guessed, too. He smiled gently. "You've brought a new life into the world. What could be more beautiful? It's a shame white women set such a store on modesty. The Indians consider giving birth just a normal, everyday thing."

"Indian ladies aren't modest?"

He smiled. "No, the Indian ladies aren't modest." Martha sighed with relief. "Then I won't worry about modesty."

At that moment, Lucy felt like throwing her arms around Clint and giving him the hug of his life. Never had she felt this close to a man. "You were so good to help us. It seems you're always there when I need you."

"My pleasure. It's because I-" He drew a sharp breath, as if to check himself, then sighed. "Tell me about Abner."

"Yesterday we got hopelessly lost, so Abner and Sam Butler went to look for the trail. Sam came back, but Abner didn't."

Clint muttered a curse under his breath. "I'll go after him. Sam can show me where to look."

"What if you can't find him?"

A quirk of his lips told her he found her question amusing. "Trust me. I'll find him."

She suppressed a sudden urge to reply, "I hope not." She couldn't say such a thing in front of Martha. What would Abner say when he came back-if he came back-and discovered Clint had delivered his child? She'd wager he'd be furious, not that she cared. Resentment welled within her. If not for Abner, poor Martha wouldn't have suffered so much. If not for Abner, Noah might not have died. If not for

Abner ... oh, so many things. She wouldn't have to tolerate Abner much longer. Her spirits rose at the thought that he no longer had a hold on her.

"Can I please have some water?" Martha whispered. "I feel hot."

Lucy felt her sister-in-law's forehead. Yes, it was hot, very hot. "You have a bit of a fever, but that's no surprise. Nothing to worry about."

Lucy slipped from the wagon to make breakfast, Clint close behind. Away from Martha's hearing, Lucy said, "Do you think Martha's fever is anything to worry about?"

"We'll keep an eye on her. I'm going after Abner now."

She reached out and clutched at his hand. "Oh, Clint, there's so much I want to tell you. I-"

"No, not yet." He pulled his hand back. "We're not out of the woods yet, in more ways than one."

Before she could answer, he spun on his heel and left her standing, her heart full of sentiments left unsaid.

The sun was just setting behind the trees when Clint, Sam Butler, and Abner Schneider rode into camp. At the noise, Lucy left Martha's side and went to greet them. The sight of Abner made her gasp. Ashen faced, eyes nearly shut, he swayed in his saddle. Then he started to fall.

"Grab him!" Clint and Sam sprang into action. "Careful of his leg. Lay him down while we pitch the tent."

Lucy asked, "What happened?"

"Durned if the captain didn't bust his leg," Sam replied. "Busted it bad, it looks like."

Abner opened his eyes and moaned. "My horse stumbled, fell atop me. I lay in the rain all night ... I ... awwww!"

Lucy knelt by Abner's side, her ears ringing from his awful screams. She took his hand, but he jerked it away. His face twisted. At the top of his voice he yelled, "Give me something for the pain!"

Clint gently clasped Lucy's arms and raised her to her feet. "Don't try to talk to him. Get back to Martha and stop worrying. The Butlers can give him some of their moonshine to ease the pain. We'll get him settled in the tent."

"Will he be all right?"

"No telling. Sam's right. It's a bad break." He paused for a moment. "One thing's clear. You can't go any farther on this insane shortcut."

"What will we do? Where will we go?"

"I'm taking you back to the wagon train."

"What if Abner-?"

"Abner's in no condition to decide anything."

"Can we catch up?"