Other than securing his bedroll, his preparations consisted mainly of sharpening his knife. Clara was still studying the two faces, the little one and the gaunt, tired one. Get the wagon. Physician, heal thyself, ain't that what they say? he remarked.
I'm going to have a baby, she said, hoping that would discourage him. If she lives, she might come back. He studied the situation in silence for several minutes--so long that Clara grew impatient. Lorena watched him.
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