After that everything was a blur for Emma. She remembered little beyond blinding pain, hazy, shifting faces, and finally, relief and the furious squall of an infant. "My baby," she whispered, lying back. "My baby's here." "It's a fine girl," Dr. Mayfield said. When had he arrived? Emma decided she didn't care, and smiled wearily. "Steven?" "He's not feeling too well right now," the doctor explained. "Crumpled to the floor when I had to cut you." Emma laughed. Steven the outlaw, with his dreaded Colt .45. She'd never let him forget the occasion of his first child's birth.
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Emma And The Outlaw ]
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