Baby On The Oregon Trail

Dedication (#u0a066142-831a-5af1-9c4a-5dd398ce4718)

Chapter One (#u1ab1eb0c-95aa-58e4-8237-32da9df932ec)

Chapter Two (#u77e2aba3-f03b-5830-8bff-7782e9d7a1cb)

Chapter Three (#u1d60f29b-9544-5bdd-9724-9b946c6a813b)

Chapter Four (#uc57ed9f1-2883-5a26-8870-dcaca5b1d820)

Chapter Five (#u7ec8ca0c-73b4-5721-a34f-6457807bb8b5)

Chapter Six (#u09deca1d-1652-58c5-9092-dd9a55291141)

Chapter Seven (#u838b2b0b-0c0b-59e3-a0a5-50f3714d119f)

Chapter Eight (#ufa457f85-f1ad-595c-befc-4c852294879c)

Chapter Nine (#u778b98fd-cb6a-5b99-92ba-145f58af74f9)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#u4a7374b9-9d6e-53f3-a3a5-8cb6860618be)

Oregon Trail, 1867

“Miz Borland?”

Jenna smoothed the threadbare apron over her swelling belly and turned to see Sam Lincoln, the wagon train leader. The big man removed his stained leather hat and stood uncertainly beside the wagon.

“Hello, Sam. Would you join us for supper?”

“No, thanks. I—” His sunburned face looked strained, and suddenly Jenna’s breath jerked inward.

“Sam? What is it?”

He turned the hat brim around and around in his hands. “Don’t rightly know how to say it.”

Oh, God. Something had happened. “Is it about one of the girls? Ruthie?”

The leader took a step closer. “Not the girls, no.”