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by Lauraine Snelling


  “Oh, God, dear God.” Her words ran into a litany, Nora not even aware that she was talking out loud. She lifted Peder in his sling over her head and twisted around to lay him beside Kaaren.

  “Take care of baby now.” She nodded and smiled at the little girl like this was some new game. “I’ll get your pa for you.” Nora jumped to the ground and knelt by Carl’s inert body.

  “You came,” he said. “I prayed you’d come.”

  She could hardly hear his voice, weak as it was. “Ja, my love, we are here. Now you must help me.”

  “Don’t . . . worry about . . . bandage.”

  She bent closer to hear him.

  “Used belt . . . for tourniquet . . . stop bleeding.”

  “Yes, Carl. Now, I’m going to pull you up to a sitting position.” She wrapped one arm around his back and grasped his closer arm with her hand. “Now!” She pulled, he pushed.

  He bit his lip against the groan.

  “Now, put your arm over my shoulders and, together, we lift.”

  This time, he could not suppress the groan.

  Nora clamped her teeth together. Sweat popped out on her brow from the strain. But, they were standing.

  “Lean on me.” This time it was she who groaned as his weight shifted onto her.

  Together they took the two steps needed for him to collapse into the bed of the wagon. He pulled himself forward with his arms until his legs were in the wagon, too.

  “Pa!” Kaaren had watched all the goings-on with huge eyes. Now, the tears poured out and she threw herself against his chest.

  Nora climbed up into the wagon bed. After making sure Carl was secure, she hefted the squalling Peder in his sling and hauled it back over her head and shoulder. Then, she climbed over the back of the seat, sat down, and slapped the team into motion.

  The ride to town lasted an eternity of dust, crying children, jouncing, tears, and Carl’s fading in and out. When she finally drove down the main street of Soldahl, she had no idea how to find Dr. Harmon. For what seemed like the past 400 miles, she had been praying he would just be there.

  “Can you tell me where Dr. Harmon lives?” she yelled to the first person she saw.

  The man trotted up to the wagon and peered in. “Oh, heavens. Here, I’ll show you.” He leaped onto the seat. “Turn right, there, by the blacksmith.” He pointed ahead of them. “What happened to him?” He spoke softly so Carl would not hear.

  Nora was not sure if Carl was conscious or not. He had not said anything for the last—forever. “He was out at the creek, cutting fence posts. The ax slipped.”

  “Turn left, here. That’s Doc’s house and office with the light in the window. I’ll help carry your man in.” He leaped to the ground before the team came to a full halt. “Harmon!” His yell could be heard clear to Fargo.

  A graying man in his shirtsleeves threw open the door. “What’d ya need?”

  “Something to carry this man in on. Leg’s cut bad.”

  While the doctor pulled his head back in, Nora climbed back over the seat and laid Peder on the wagon floor. “You care for Peder.” She took Kaaren by the hand and sat her beside the baby.

  She knelt by Carl’s head and put her hand on his chest. Yes, he was still breathing. Oh, dear Lord. If we’ve ever needed You, we need You now.

  “All right, ma’am, we’ll take him now.” Doctor Harmon slid the poles of a stretcher in beside his patient. “Carl!” He turned to look at Nora. “What did he do?”

  All the while he was talking, he and the other man lifted Carl onto the stretcher, slid it to the rear of the wagon, and, with one man at each end, lifted the heavy burden. Together, they carried their load up the steps and into the doctor’s office.

  Nora climbed down and, grabbing Kaaren and Peder, followed the stretcher carriers. She stood in the doorway as they lifted Carl onto a flat, well-padded wooden table.

  “Pa, Pa.” Kaaren sniffled and cried, hiding her face in Nora’s filthy skirt. Peder, worn-out from all the crying, only whimpered now and then.

  “Will he . . . can you—?” The words stuck in Nora’s throat. She wanted to throw herself across Carl’s chest and howl out her terror, her love, her prayers. She lifted Peder higher in her arms and buried her face in his sling.

  “He’s alive.” Doctor Harmon looked up only long enough to make eye contact with her. “That’s all I can say right now.”

  “Now, dear.” A woman’s voice came from behind her. “I’m Mrs. Harmon. Why don’t you come with me for now? There’s nothing you can do here. The doctor will do the best he can.”

  Nora turned. Lifting her feet to follow the roundly padded woman with the kind voice took all her strength.

  “Let me get you a cup of coffee and maybe your little girl would like a glass of milk and a cookie?”

  Nora pulled herself back to the moment. “Please, show me the way to Reverend Moen’s. Ingeborg will care for my . . . for Kaaren and Peder. Then I will come back.”

  “If that is what you want. But you are welcome to stay here.”

  “Thank you.”

  Mrs. Harmon gave instructions while she walked Nora back out to the wagon. She handed Kaaren to her after Nora had climbed up to the seat. “I’ll see you in awhile then?”

  Nora nodded. “Thank you.” She flicked the reins and the horses broke into a trot.

  With a small town like Soldahl, the directions were not too complex and she found the parsonage without any trouble. Light beamed from the windows on the ground floor, welcoming her back.

  Nora slumped against the board that formed the seat back. Now that Carl was someone else’s responsibility, she felt limp, drained of every thread of strength and will. She could feel tears rolling down her cheeks. When had she begun to cry? When had she not been crying?

  She stared at the walk from the fence and up the steps to the front door. Could she make it? Would her knees support her?

  “God, please.” She leaned forward and wrapped the reins around the pole. “You can climb down by yourself, Kaaren. Mary lives here.” She pulled herself to her feet. With Peder in one arm, she used the other to brace herself and swung her leg over the wagon side. She stumbled as she landed and the jerk made Peder cry again.

  The door opened. Light poured down the walk. “Is anyone— oh no,” Reverend Moen’s voice deepened. “Nora, what has happened to you? Ingeborg, come quick.” As he spoke, he leaped from the steps and wrapped his arm around Nora’s shoulders. Ingeborg appeared before her and lifted the whimpering Peder in his sling over Nora’s head.

  Nora swayed from the lightness of releasing one of her burdens, but John steadied her. They led her inside and sat her in the rocking chair.

  “Now, tell me. What has happened?” Ingeborg placed a cup of coffee in Nora’s hands and closed the trembling fingers around the warmth. “Drink first.”

  “Peder. He hasn’t been fed for hours.”

  “Mary, please fix a bottle. John, could you please take the mite in and change him?”

  Nora could feel Kaaren attached to her knee.

  “Pa’s hurt. His leg is bleeding bad.”

  “He cut himself with an ax cutting down fence posts in the creek bottom. We brought him to Dr. Harmon’s.” Nora raised her gaze to encounter the sympathy flowing from the face of her friend. “Oh, Ingeborg, he might die. So much blood lost.”

  “Drink your coffee. John will take you back over there as soon as you have the strength. The children will be just fine here with us.”

  Her soothing voice and loving hands brought a measure of peace back to Nora. And with it, the strength to pull herself to her feet.

  “Mange takk.” Nora then went back to the doctor’s house and Reverend Moen went with her.

  “The doctor is still working with him,” Mrs. Harmon said when she met Reverend Moen and Nora at the door. “Why don’t you come right in here and have a seat?”

  Nora followed her into the parlor and sat down on the chair nearest the door.

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p; “I’ll get you each a cup of coffee.” Mrs. Harmon bustled out.

  “If you don’t mind,” Reverend Moen leaned over her. “I pray best on my feet and pacing. Will that bother you?”

  Nora shook her head. “We need all the prayers we can get.”

  Several cups of coffee later, Dr. Harmon entered the room. “I’ve done what I can and I’m sorry to tell you, it don’t look good. He’s lost a lotta blood. All’s I can say is he’s in the good Lord’s hands now.”

  “Can I see him?” asked Nora.

  “If’n ya want. He’s unconscious. Won’t know you’re there.”

  “No matter. I want to be with him.”

  “Just remember, he looks bad.” He looked her over. “ ‘Pears to me you don’t look so good yerself. I have an idea. You spend some time with that man of yours and Mrs. Harmon’ll heat some water so’s you can get cleaned up.” He opened the door to a room with a bed. “Here he is.”

  Nora looked at the white face on the pillow. She stumbled, clamping her teeth against the whirling in her head.

  “Grab her.” She heard the voice from a great distance.

  Arms helped her into a chair and a hand forced her head between her knees. “Easy, now. Just stay that way until the spell passes.”

  Nora took a deep breath. Her head cleared. Her stomach retreated back to its rightful position.

  When she raised her head, she picked up Carl’s hand that lay on top of the blankets. She studied his face, every dear line, all the while stroking his hand.

  “If we can keep the infection from setting in, every hour he makes it is for the best.”

  “I’m not leaving him.”

  “Didn’t think you would.”

  Nora followed Mrs. Harmon’s instructions. Get cleaned up, eat, drink, go back to Carl. There was never any change but she felt needed there.

  “We have to keep him drinking, so spoon water into his mouth every fifteen minutes or so.” The doctor showed her how. With panic trapped in her throat, she watched until she saw Carl swallow. “That’s good.” Doctor Harmon left her with a spoon and pitcher of water.

  Grateful for something to do, Nora followed orders. Sometime in the wee hours, loving hands covered her with a light blanket. Every time she nodded off, she would wake on the minute to administer the water. With every spoonful, she reminded Carl that she loved him, her words soft and gentle.

  People came and went through the next day. At one point, Dr. Harmon sent Nora off to bed, where she slept for several hours before appearing at the door again to resume her post.

  In the early morning, Nora had heard the clock strike three o’clock. She jerked fully awake. What was different? Carl? She clasped his hand. Ears straining, she listened to his breathing. Was it slower? Did it hesitate?

  “Carl!”

  She listened again. A breath . . . a pause . . . a breath. Each slower and fainter.

  “Carl! You hear me? Listen to me! You can’t die. We need you here. I love you, Carl Detschman!” She gripped his hand. “Don’t you die on me!”

  She held her breath. Carl, breathe. God, please, make him breathe. She waited. The moment stretched to eternity—and back. Carl took a breath and let it out. And another. And another. Nora wept.

  An hour later, when the doctor came to relieve her, he nodded as she told her story. “Right about this time, the body is at its lowest. Lose patients mostly right about now.” He clasped Carl’s wrist between his thumb and forefinger. “Pulse is stronger.” He applied the stethoscope to the man’s chest. “Breathing better, too. I’d say he’s past the crisis.” He stood straight again. “Will you go to bed now?”

  Nora shook her head.

  “Thought not. I don’t want to be doctoring you, too.”

  About noon, Carl regained consciousness. Nora watched his eyelids flutter. She placed the back of her fingers against his cheek. His eyelids fluttered again and this time he looked at her.

  “Ah, Nora, love.” A whisper so faint that if she had not been bending close, she might have missed it. His eyes closed again. One corner of his mouth tipped up ever so slightly.

  After that, each time he woke he was stronger. Each time he called her “love.”

  The next day, he raised a hand to stroke her cheek, to brush away an errant tear. “Crying?”

  “Tears of joy.” She turned her face and kissed the palm of his hand.

  That afternoon, Carl drank the good beef broth that Nora spooned into his mouth. When they were finished, he smiled at her. “I have something to tell you.”

  “Ja?” She leaned on her elbows beside him on the bed.

  “When I was so sick?”

  She nodded.

  “One time, there was a long black tunnel.” He paused. “I was going through it to reach a light at the other end. I couldn’t wait to get to the light. It kept calling me, but then I heard your voice. I finally reached the light, so . . . so peaceful.” He paused again.

  Nora watched his face. It glowed like candles were lit inside.

  “I wanted to keep on going . . . the love there. Perfect love.”

  The wonder in his voice, the joy on his face. Nora could feel tears running down her cheeks again.

  “But you called to me. You said not to die. You said you loved me.”

  The touch of his hand on hers, the touch of angel wings.

  He smiled. “So I came back.” His eyes fluttered closed and he slept.

  “Nora?”

  She sat up, sleep falling away like the dropping of a stone. Night still darkened the window. “Ja?”

  “Will you marry me?”

  “We are married. Don’t you remember?” She smoothed that stubborn lock of hair off his forehead.

  “No, I mean a real wedding—in the church. When I was lying there by the creek, I kept praying you would come. I begged God to let me live. A man comes face-to-face with what he’s done wrong at a time like that. And you came.”

  “You said you’d be back for dinner. You always keep your word.” She grinned, a teasing grin that made him smile back. “So, I went to see what kept you from your word.”

  “So, will you?”

  “Will I what?”

  “Marry me—again?”

  “Can we wait until my sister Clara arrives? She should be here any day now.”

  “We can wait. I want to stand before Reverend Moen on my own two feet.”

  “And in the church.”

  “In the church.” He wrinkled his brow. “How is Clara coming?”

  “Someone sent her a ticket.”

  “Who?”

  Nora shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ll ask her when she gets here.”

  Silence reigned in the sick room. Carl raised her hand and brought it to his lips. “I broke my word.”

  “Oh?”

  “You won’t be going back to Norway.”

  Nora chuckled. “I tried to tell you that, but you are so stubborn.” She laid her head on his chest. “Will our children be bullheaded, like their pa?”

  He chuckled into her hair. “Look, my Nora. Out the window.” Feather clouds glowed pink and silver as the returning sun promised a new Dakota dawn for Carl and Nora.

  About the Author

  Lauraine Snelling is the best-selling author of over seventy books, both fiction and nonfiction, historical and contemporary for adults and young readers. Lauraine and her husband Wayne live in California with a Basset Hound named Winston. To learn more about the author, you can visit www.laurainesnelling.com.

  Read all the stories in this series:

  Dakota Dawn

  Dakota Dream

  Dakota Dusk

  Dakota December and Dakota Destiny

  Copyright

  Dakota Dawn

  © Copyright 1993, 2012 by Lauraine Snelling. All rights reserved.

  Previously published as Dakota Stories I: Dakota Dawn and Dakota Dream by Smoky Water Press, Post Office Box 2322, Bismarck, ND 58502-2322. Smoky Water Press is a division of Capita
l Communications, Inc. Bismarck, North Dakota. Former ISBN: 978-0-9820752-0-3

  First electronic printing in 2012 by eChristian, Inc.

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  Published in association with the Books & Such Literary Agency, 52 Mission Circle, Suite 122, PMB 170, Santa Rosa, CA 95409-5370, www.booksandsuch.com

  Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.

  All of the characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental.

  Cover and interior design by Larry Taylor.

  Produced with the assistance of Livingstone, the Publishing Services Division of eChristian, Inc. Project staff includes Dan Balow, Afton Rorvik, Linda Taylor, Tom Luke Taylor, Jami Taylor, Ashley Taylor, Lois Jackson, and Tom Shumaker.

  ISBN: EPUB 978-1-61-843179-0

  ISBN: MOBI 978-1-61-843180-6

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  About the Author

  Copyright

 

 

 


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