“Tante Anna, where are they going?” Olga pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, smearing smoke-stained sweat across the side of her face.
“They are going to track the men who did this and check on our ranches.” Anna let herself look to the south. She took a deep breath when she saw no smoke.
Olga swallowed. Her home was gone along with their clothes and linens. She had saved her mother"s china, but that was all. There was no food. She started to walk forward and then stopped. Where should she go? To the barn? The thought of sleeping there made her skin itch. It was dirt floors with hay in the middle portion and manure covered the stable area.
Anna"s arms were around her. “It"s all right, Olga.” She looked at Gerde.
Gerde was no exception to the rest. Her clothes and exposed skin were gr
