Chapter 19
After they’d arrived at camp, after Mrs. Fox realized her husband was dead and dissolved into hysterics, after Steve had ordered him curtly to harness the mules, Sharps turned to Mrs. Hall.
“Would you take care of the lady?” Women always dealt better with other women when they wept.
“Sure.”
Only as it turned out, he couldn’t have been more wrong.
“What will I do without him?” Mrs. Fox cried as she wept over her husband’s body. “I’m expecting a baby. How can I raise four children all alone?”
Her children stared, wide-eyed, the littlest one with her thumb in her mouth, a small puddle of urine between her feet. Their fear and confusion was obvious, and it about broke his heart.
“Try not to worry. We’ll help you.” Mrs. Hall took her arm to help her to her wagon, but the other
