Anna was white-faced. Her fingers were knotted together, her eyes dry, and her back and shoulders held as straight as a soldier at attention. MacDonald had ceased all attempts at conversation when she had grown silent. The road had brought them into Schmidt"s Corner.
They had seen the smoke rising from the different chimneys. She was tempted to tell him to turn around, but did not trust her voice. She did not move as they drove past a two-story house and then a cabin that looked like it had four rooms, a blacksmith shop was set at one side of the cabin, but further back on the property. Next was a small tavern. A wainwright shop set directly across from the blacksmith and corrals were at the side. A house was being built behind the shop. The prairie was gone from the road through town.
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