Silas Dawson appeared at the door of the barn with his face unfitted.
First he saw Caleb.
Then Clara.
And finally the blankets spread out over the straw.
“Get out of my property,” he ordered.
Caleb didn’t move.
Your daughter needs a doctor.
My daughter is none of your business.
“It will be from Dr. Reeves as soon as he arrives.
Silas’ face changed.
Who was it for him?
Clara closed her eyes.
Silas immediately understood.
“Noah!
