A Home for His Family. Jan Drexler

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       Chapter Two

      The walk back to the cabin wasn’t more than a half mile, but Sarah’s feet were frozen by the time they climbed the final slope up from the trail at the edge of town. The wind pierced her wool dress.

      Charley and Uncle James took the horses and mule into the lean-to where they would get some shelter, as Aunt Margaret led the way into the house. Warmth enveloped Sarah as she stopped just inside the door. She took the cloak from Olivia and guided the girls closer to the fireplace.

      Lucy watched the glowing coals while Olivia folded the blanket her sister had been using as a wrap and laid it on the wood plank floor.

      “You girls must be frozen.” Aunt Margaret added a few sticks to the fire and swung the kettle over the flames. “Sit right here while we warm up the stew. Supper will be ready soon enough.”

      She left the girls to get settled on the blanket while she pulled Sarah to the side of the cabin where Uncle James had built a cupboard and small table.

      “What can we feed them? I do wish we had been able to bring Cook out West with us, and Susan. They’d know what to do.”

      She wrung her hands, but Sarah stopped her with a touch. “You said you wouldn’t complain about leaving the servants behind in Boston.”

      “That was before I found out we would be cooking over an open fireplace. How can we have guests in conditions like this?”

      Sarah put one arm around the shorter woman’s shoulders. “We’ll put another can of vegetables in the pot and some water to stretch it out. Meanwhile, we’ll make a batch of biscuits. That will fill everyone’s stomachs.”

      “I’m so glad you know your way around a kitchen.” Margaret glanced at the girls, content to sit near the fire. “I’ll learn as quickly as I can, but I don’t think I could make a biscuit if my life depended on it!”

      “Then we’ll do it together.” Sarah put a bowl on the table, along with a can of flour and Uncle James’s jar of sourdough starter. She squelched the irritation that always rose whenever Aunt Margaret’s helplessness showed its face. One thing Dr. Amelia Bennett had expounded upon frequently at her Sunday afternoon meetings was the careless way women of the privileged classes in Boston wasted the hours of their days, while their less fortunate sisters in the mills and saloons longed for the advantages denied them because of lack of education. But with all the education available to her, Aunt Margaret had never even learned to do a simple task like baking.

      Sarah took a deep breath. Dr. Bennett wasn’t here, but she was. She would help her aunt in any way she could, even if it was only to teach her how to make sourdough biscuits.

      While they mixed the dough, James and Charley came in the door, bringing a fresh blast of cold air and stomping feet.

      “It’s getting even colder out there as the sun goes down.” James sat in his chair near the fireplace and pulled off his boots.

      “But Loretta and the horses will be safe in the lean-to, won’t they?” Charley hung his coat on a hook and joined his sisters by the fireplace.

      “Sure they will. Animals can survive pretty well as long as they have food and shelter.”

      “What about Uncle Nate?” Olivia turned to Uncle James, and then looked at Sarah. “Will he be all right?”

      Sarah smiled at her. “We’ll pray he will be.”

      A dull ache spread across her forehead as she rolled out the dough and cut biscuits. Nate’s crooked smile swam in her memory. Was he warm enough? Would he be able to find the cabin? She didn’t have any choice but to trust God for his safety.

      “What made your uncle decide to bring you to Deadwood?” Uncle James asked.

      The two children exchanged glances.

      “There were some ladies in our church who wanted us to go to the orphans’ home,” Olivia said. “Uncle Nate said he wouldn’t do that. He said he could take care of us.”

      “They called the sheriff to arrest Uncle Nate.” Charley scooted closer to the fire.

      “Charley, don’t exaggerate. They only said they might. They said will’s fare was at stake.” Olivia looked at Sarah. “What does that mean?”

      Sarah laid the biscuits in the bottom of the Dutch oven. “I think they meant welfare. That your welfare was at stake. It sounds like they wanted what was best for you.”

      “Yes, that’s it. That’s what they said. But Uncle Nate said they didn’t know the situation and he’d see what was what if they tried to take us away from him.”

      Aunt Margaret cleared her throat and Sarah saw her exchange glances with Uncle James.

      “What was your situation?” Uncle James leaned back in his chair, ready to hear the children’s version of the event.

      “There was a fire...” Olivia bit her lip.

      “Our house burned.” Charley picked up the story as Olivia fell silent. “Pa and Uncle Nate got the three of us out of the house and then went back in to get Mama.”

      The children stared at the fireplace. Sarah set the Dutch oven in the coals and then sat next to Olivia with her arm around the girl’s shoulders.

      “You don’t have to tell us the rest, if you don’t want to.”

      Charley went on. “When Uncle Nate came out of the house, his clothes were on fire.” His voice was hollow, remembering.

      Olivia hid her face in Sarah’s dress. “I could hear Mama,” she whispered. “She and Papa were still in the house.”

      “But Uncle Nate,” Charley said, his voice strengthening, “he didn’t want to give up. He kept trying to go back inside, to save them, but the neighbors were there, and they wouldn’t let him. And then the roof fell down and everything was gone.”

      “Uncle Nate was hurt awful bad.” Olivia sat up and took Charley’s hand. “He almost died, too.”

      “That’s when the ladies at church said we should go to the home.” Charley wiped at his eyes. “But Uncle Nate just kept saying no.”

      “It sounds like your uncle loves you very much.” James laid his hand on Charley’s shoulder.