Molly went about her business as usual. With four children under five, the house and homestead to run, she had all she could handle. Even with Malcolm and Martha Wilson’s help and Rosemarie to nurse the baby, every moment held its demands. The farm was now in excess of five hundred acres. Will managed it for her, as well as continuing his blacksmithing. They’d planned to negotiate for three more bondsmen and increase the timber harvesting the next spring. Molly had hopes she Andrew could work their situation out, but he’d not approached her, though she did see him helping Will about his blacksmith shop.
The older couple strolled over after supper that evening. Will spoke to Molly. “Molly, you and Andrew have matters you need to discuss. God joined you together and you were separated through no fault on either part. Your circumstances are tangled. Neither of you benefits from antagonism. Andrew wants to meet to discuss your situation. Are you willing? He’d like to come over if you are ready.”
“We do need to talk. We vowed to love each other once. This is a test of that promise. It would be best for everyone if we find common ground.”
In minutes Will was back with Andrew. “Can I see the baby?” Rosemarie reluctantly surrendered the baby but stayed at his side. “He looks recovered. His cheeks are round again. I am grateful.” Rosemarie beamed when he handed the baby back. “I was wrong to reproach you for marrying. Will has explained your danger. I had no right. The child is my son. The Indians held another captive, the wife of a trader. She was killed when we were escaping. I want you back. Will you think about it?
Molly thought long before she answered. “We are not the same people who loved each other then, but we have needs and there are children who need us both. I have been leaning on Will and Aggie too long. You need to know, James left half the farm to me, the rest to the children, so it will never be yours. I have the final say in its use, but land we get from this day forward we share. Can you agree to that?”
“All I have thought of was getting back to you. I was a bondsman, then a slave. The life you offer is more than I ever hoped for. We are still young enough to have a long life together. I am willing.” he answered.
“Will, can you fetch the reverend? We need marrying.”
They were married more than thirty years and had five more children. Like all couples, they wrangled many times, but together increased their holdings. It was a good life.