I OWN NOTHING

Rebecca was sitting down with Margaret playing cards when she stood up. Rebecca gave her sister a what are you looking at look. Rebecca saw to riders coming with a pair of Great Danes. "Father!" Margaret yelled.

All of the other children looked up and saw their father and brother riding toward them and they all jumped up and ran to him except Susan. When Charlotte came into view he smiled at her. By god their huge." Ben said. "What have you been feeding them?"

"They are from good stock on their Father's side." Charlotte said.

"Thank you." Ben said.

Ben walked out of the crowd of his children and he saw Susan and he smiled at her. "Susan." He said. But little Susan turned around and ran from her Father. Ben looked hurt and Rebecca spared him a look as she ran past him to catch up with Susan.

"Susan wait!" Rebecca yelled. Susan stopped running and turned around. Rebecca got down on her knees in front of her sister. "Why didn't you hug him?"

"Don't you remember?" Susan asked.

"Remember what?" Rebecca asked.

"I hate him." Susan said.

"Oh sweetheart you don't hate him." Rebecca said gently.

"Yes I do." Susan argued.

"Why do you hate him?" Rebecca asked.

"Because he left us." Susan said as tears came down her cheeks. "Because he didn't stay and protect us." Rebecca pulled her little sister in for a hug.

"He is protecting us." Rebecca said. "But he is also protecting this land that could one day become a wonderful country. Where we would all be equal and free. Women could work outside of the house and not have to wear dress all the time; and there would be no slaves. So you see Susan he isn't just protecting us; he also protecting our freedom."

"I have to think about it." Susan said and she started running toward the beach again. Rebecca sighed and stood up and rubbed her dress free of dust. Her hands went to her abdominal and she lightly stroked it.

"I know your secret." Abigail said coming up next to her.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Rebecca said shaking her head.

"On I think you do dear." Abigail said. "Trust me. I had enough experience with Mrs. Martin to know when a woman is pregnant and dear you are."

"Does it make me a horrible person not to want to be pregnant?" Rebecca asked.

"Of course not dear." Abigail said. "But you must remember child. A baby isn't defined by its parents. Only it's self." Abigail walked back to her hunt to most likely fix supper. Rebecca nodded her head and went to help Abigail.

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