Rocky Mountain Widow (Historical)
“The single shot had seemed to come from far away, too. She knew instinctively that she was home safe, that the single, distinctive pop had come from behind the barn. It was Ham.
Ham being shot. Her mind spun forward, as if it were a nightmare, bringing her to the edge of the grave where her husband’s casket gleamed in the failing daylight. Where snowflakes began to fall one by one as if to bury the image from her sight. The confrontation with her mother-in-law, Ham’s brother’s confronting Joshua, the horror of collapsing in the snow as contractions seized control of her midsection— No. That had been a nightmare. None of it was true. She couldn’t let it be. Because if the baby was gone, then she’d lost everything that could ever matter. She would be alone without anyone to love. She had so much love in her heart. So much she’d planned on giving to her child. And now… It was gone. She was empty, hollow. Her mind had been playing tricks on her. Letting her hold on to what had been long gone.
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