Roc carried the equipment, noticing in the corner two rifles. Twenty-twos. He remembered Samuel saying he hunted deer and quail during season. But these might be handy for something else. “Do you need help?” Rachel asked, backtracking to see what had delayed him. “What are you in such a hurry for?” “I’m not in a hurry.” But clearly she was. Roc followed her instructions and hitched the horse. He then helped Rachel into the open buggy. He eyed her belly and wondered if it was a good idea for her to jounce all the way to town. “You sure you’re okay to do this?” She smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He could think of a few reasons, but then he had a few reasons why he wasn’t up for the task either. She took the reins in what appeared to be very capable hands. “Whoa, now.”
