“Danny!” Wolf broke into his thoughts. “We got trouble.”
For a moment Daniel glanced back to the road, expecting to see the lieutenant ordering a full charge across the graveyard. But he saw nothing and only heard the clenched whisper of a cry of pain.
Karlee tried desperately to hold up the widow as Daniel-ran toward them.
“The baby's coming,” Karlee called as she lowered AmyAnn Blair to the ground.
Wolf took two steps toward the women, then two steps back. “What'll we do?” he asked Daniel.
The woman's sudden scream of pain clawed across Daniel's mind. How many hours had he listened to his wife scream with labor? How many times had he wished it had been him who died and not her?
“We got to do something.” Wolf paced. “Water! Where'll I find water? I know there has to be water at a birthing.”
Daniel didn't move. He couldn't. Her agony held him like granite inside the hell of his memory.
“We have to get her to the doctor,” Wolf finally decided. “That's it. There's bound to be a doctor a few streets over on Main.”
“No!” AmyAnn begged. “Don't move me. Please. I can't move.”
“It's too late to take her anywhere,” Karlee mumbled holding her breath with each contraction while encouraging the woman to breathe. She pointed at the three gravediggers who'd been quietly watching. “One of you run for the doctor and tell him to hurry. And you…” She raised her head toward the second man. “Go inside the church and bring me any clean rags or cloth you can find.” To the third undertaker she shouted. “Get that man buried!”
Her sharp tone brought order to the men. Daniel looked at her, really seeing her for the first time. “Can you handle this?” he asked in a voice that hid his own fear.
“I haven't got much choice.” She loosened the woman's jacket. “I've been doing what I had to all my life.”
“How can I help?” Daniel asked, marveling at this woman who couldn't make a pancake but thought she could deliver a baby.
“Take care of the twins.”
Daniel nodded. She'd given him something he could do.
“What about me?” Wolf roared. The hairy giant looked like he'd gladly be sent on a mission to kill a dozen men rather than have to stand around waiting for the next contraction.
“Get the blankets from the wagon and see if you can wall us in. We don't need a shelter, only a little privacy. And clean that knife sticking out of your boot as best you can. If the doctor doesn't make it fast, I'll be needing something to cut the cord with.”
The widow gripped Karlee's arm with bruising force. “It's coming. It's coming. Dear God, I'm so afraid. Jesse! Where's Jesse?”
Karlee worked faster, removing the woman's undergarments, keeping the outer skirt covering her like a blanket. “Now don't you worry, Ma'am. I've helped with many a baby coming into this world,” she lied. “This one's just in a hurry.”
As Wolf stabbed two shovels into the ground and raised the first wall, the woman's screams shattered the peaceful morning. Karlee noticed birds flutter and fly from the line of trees and thought she saw the flash of sparkle off of metal. If someone was hidden in the trees he would have a front row seat to the birthing.
Karlee stroked the woman's damp hair as she rode the contraction down. “With the next pain, you got to push if you feel the need. This little fellow's knocking at the door, and we have to let him come on out.”
The widow nodded in understanding, but her eyes were wild with fear.
“Grip the earth,” Karlee ordered near her ear. “The next time you feel the pain take a big handful of Mother Earth and hold on.”
AmyAnn's nails dug into the grassy ground.
Karlee accepted a handful of clean clothes from a man already running backward as she reached out. She was vaguely aware of another side of their shelter going up. Now the women were hidden from all but the distant trees bordering the cemetery.
Karlee raised AmyAnn's hem and watched in wonder. The baby's head slowly appeared. Within what seemed seconds, a tiny body lay in her hands. He was wet and blue and so slippery she could hardly cradle him. She tried several ways to hold him, then decided on lifting him by the feet out of all the blood and water.
The widow relaxed back into the grass. “Is he breathing?” she whispered.
Karlee stared at the liquid dripping from the baby's mouth and nose. “No,” she answered. Sorrow choked her own breathing.
She held him in one hand and patted his back, trying to force the fluid from him. “Breathe!” she demanded. “Breathe!” The pace became harder. There was nothing else to do.
After only a few more pats, the baby jerked and breathed, then let out a cry. His jelly-like body took shape as air filled his lungs.
“Yes!” Karlee shouted. “Yes, he's breathing.”
She looked up smiling and saw the woman's body contract once more. Warm, sticky liquid and blood seemed everywhere. About three feet above the woman's head a hand poked through the blankets. Nervous fingers held a long Bowie knife.
Karlee giggled. She didn't have to ask who was on the other side of the wool wall. “Thank you, Wolf.”
She took the knife and cut the cord binding baby and mother, then tied each end as the baby wiggled atop the pile of rags.
“Where's the woman in labor?” a voice shouted from near the church. “I'm the doctor.”
“Over here!” Wolf's gruff holler answered. “Only she ain't a woman in labor no more. She's a mother!”
The doctor stepped between the blankets, glancing first at the baby then the mother. “Take care of the babe, Nurse,” he ordered. “I'll make sure the mother isn't hemorrhaging.”
Karlee wanted to scream that she didn't know what to do, but then she smiled, realizing she must have done it right if he thought she was a nurse.
She wiped the baby off and wrapped it in a square of cotton that looked very much like the covering for the church altar. The infant was wiggling and making all kinds of noises with his mouth wide open, just like a newborn bird's.
She crawled up to the new mother and lay the infant at her side. “He's beautiful,” Karlee explained. “Prettiest baby I've ever seen.”
“Thank you.”
Karlee shrugged. “I didn't do anything. You did all the work. I just watched the miracle.”
“You're an angel God sent in my darkest hour,” the widow announced. “I will be forever in your debt.”
AmyAnn's pale hand covered Karlee's bloody one. “Forever your friend,” she whispered and closed her eyes. “Forever.”
“Doctor?” Karlee fought panic.
“She's fine,” he answered quickly, understanding Karlee's fear. “Lost a lot of blood, she has. Best to let her rest for a spell, then we'll see about getting her home and putting her in a proper bed.” He lifted the baby. “And this little fellow is grand, just grand. I think I'll nickname him Rip.”
“Rip?” Karlee questioned.
“Yeah, Rest In Peace like the headstone here says. He'll be one brave man, I figure. For anyone born in a cemetery ought to have no fear of dying.”
He slowly stood, building his height one joint at a time. “Stay with her and little Rip for a while.” Without a word, he slipped a small derringer beneath the stack of clothes. “This won't hit nothing more then three feet away, but it should make enough noise to attract attention. I'll tell the men you'll fire if you need help.”
Karlee started to shake her head and tell the doctor how much she hated firearms, but then she remembered the Union officer. She didn't want him to return and find her and AmyAnn alone. She could fire a round to call for help.
The doctor looked at her and smiled. “You did a fine job today, but stay alert. The trouble may not be over. I'll be back soon.”
