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00:00there you are. I was hoping I'd see some of you here. The truth is, when I uploaded the first

00:04half of this story, I had no idea how many people would actually follow it over to Rumble or Daily

00:09Motion. Seeing that you did, honestly means a lot. More than the views. More than the numbers.

00:15It reminds me that these stories matter to someone on the other side of the screen.

00:20And after everything that's happened over the last few months, that's something I don't take

00:24for granted. So thank you for being here. Thank you for taking the extra step to continue this

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00:34deeply grateful for. Now settling, we've got a story to finish.

00:38That's better, she whispered. That's a better thing to know.

00:43Silas thought. Lord, give me the wisdom to keep this girl. Give me the means. Because somewhere

00:49between the cabin and the smithy and this kitchen table, he had stopped being a man who was passing

00:55through and become a man who was staying. He had not yet said so. He was not sure he had

01:01the right. But he knew it the way a man knows whether. There is a question worth pausing on

01:07here, friend, and I want you to sit with it a moment. What would you have done in Silas

01:12Brennan's place? A widower with no family of his own left, hauling freight through a country

01:17that had taken everything from him once and might take it again. A child who was not his.

01:23Two babies who were not his. A future he had not asked for, laid in his path by nothing more

01:30than

01:30the smoke from a dying fire. A lot of men would have brought them to town and called that the

01:36end

01:36of their part in it. Brought them to the church, perhaps, or the county. Done the decent minimum

01:42and ridden on. Silas Brennan did not ride on. I think about that sometimes. I think the world keeps

01:49turning because of the people who stop when they have every reason to keep going. Tell me in the

01:54comments, if you're inclined, what's the moment in your own life when somebody stopped for you,

02:01or when you stopped for somebody else? I read what folks write, and these stories travel further when

02:06you carry them. Let us know where you're listening from tonight. Now back to the cabin and to the long

02:12winter that followed. The county had a process for orphans, and the process was not gentle.

02:19There was a children's home in Helena that took infants when no kin could be found,

02:23and an indenture system that placed older children with families who needed labor more than they needed

02:29children. Hattie would likely have gone to a sheep farm in the high valleys, where girls her age were

02:35valued for what they could do with a needle and a washboard, and the babies would have gone to Helena,

02:41and the three of them would not have seen one another again in this life. Silas knew all of

02:47this. He had asked. On the fourth day in Twin Falls, he sat down with Reverend Coltrane in the

02:53parsonage and laid out his situation. He was a man of forty-three. He owned his wagon and team outright,

03:00and had two hundred and eighteen dollars in the Bannock Bank. He had a small cabin north of town

03:05with a stove and a sound roof, though it was a bachelor's place and would need work for a family.

03:12He had no wife. He had buried one, and a daughter besides, and had not looked for another in the

03:18years since because he had not believed himself fit company. He wanted to take the Pell children,

03:24all three. Reverend Coltrane was a thin man with kind eyes and a practical streak that had kept his

03:31small church solvent through two bad winters. He listened. He asked questions. He asked the hardest

03:37one last. Silas? A man alone taking in a girl of eleven, and two infants. There will be talk.

03:45I know it. It won't be easy. Easy was never the standard. The Reverend looked at him for a long

03:52moment. There may be a way, he said. Eliza Day has been wanting to take on help. Her own girl

03:59is old

04:00enough now, and another pair of hands would not go amiss. If Hattie were to be in the Day household

04:06by

04:06Day, for schooling, for women's company, for the look of the thing, and at your cabin by night,

04:13with the babies, and if I were to write the guardianship papers in such a way that the arrangement

04:19is plain and witnessed, I believe the county judge would sign. He is not a hard man.

04:26And the talk? The talk will die when people see the children thriving. Talk always does.

04:32Silas nodded. There is one more thing, the Reverend said. The children's mother. She still at the cabin?

04:39She is. Then before any of this, we go and bring her in. She'll be buried in the churchyard proper,

04:47with her name and the date and the stone in the spring when the ground takes one. That's the first

04:52thing. Yes, sir, Silas said. That's the first thing. They buried Annalee Pell on a Thursday morning

05:01with a hard sun on new snow and four people at the graveside, the Reverend, Silas, Eliza Day,

05:09and Hattie. The babies were warm at the Day house with Eliza's eldest daughter watching them.

05:16Hattie did not cry at the grave. She had cried at the cabin when they wrapped her mother for the

05:21journey, a long, quiet weeping that Silas had stood through with his hand on her shoulder and his own

05:28grief locked behind his teeth where it belonged. By the time the grave was filled, she had become

05:34very still, and she put a handful of frozen earth on the mound and said, Thank you for the babies,

05:40Mama, and turned away. Silas drove her back to town in the wagon. They did not speak for a long

05:47while. Then Hattie said, Mr. Brennan. Silas, if you want. Silas then, the Reverend talked to you about

05:56us. He did. What did you tell him? I told him I wanted to keep you, all three, if you'd

06:02have me.

06:03Hattie was quiet for the space of a quarter mile. I'll tell you something, she said at last.

06:10I don't know yet if I believe it. People say things and then the river takes them, or the road,

06:16or the wanting. I'm not saying you'd be the river. I'm saying I don't know yet.

06:21Silas nodded. That's fair. That's more than fair. My papa said he'd be back by nightfall.

06:28He meant it. I know he meant it. She looked at the mule's rumps moving in their slow rhythm,

06:34meaning it isn't the same as being it. Silas was quiet a long moment. Then he said,

06:40What would make you believe? Hattie thought. My mama once told me you couldn't trust a man's word

06:46about staying till he'd slept three nights under the same roof, and the morning of the fourth day

06:52was still the same as the morning of the first. She said anyone could last two nights. The third

06:57was where the truth came in. Silas took that in. Three nights, he said. Three nights with the babies

07:04under the same roof, and you still there when the sun comes up the fourth day. Then I'll believe it.

07:10All right, Silas said. That's a thing I can do.

07:13The cabin north of Twin Falls had been a bachelor's place for eleven years,

07:18and a bachelor's place it looked. Silas had spent the day before scrubbing it down and hanging clean

07:24blankets over the rough places. But there is a limit to what a man can do with a broom and

07:29good

07:29intentions, and the cabin was still drafty in the corners and shy of comforts. Eliza Day had loaned them

07:37a second cradle. She had also loaned, for the next several weeks, a great quantity of nursing.

07:43Eliza would keep mercy at her breast through the days, with Hattie carrying the baby down to the

07:48smithy each morning and back each evening, until the child was strong enough to do without.

07:54Asa was bigger, and Eliza thought he could be weaned onto goat's milk soon, properly prepared,

07:59and she taught Hattie how. The first night in Silas's cabin, the babies slept in their basket

08:06by the stove, and Hattie slept in the small bed in the corner that had been Silas's, and Silas slept

08:13on a pallet by the door with his rifle across his knees and his coat for a blanket. He did

08:18not sleep

08:18deeply. He listened to the babies breathe, and to Hattie breathe, and to the wind work the eaves,

08:24and he counted his breaths against theirs the way a man counts coins in a thin year.

08:30The second night was the same. The third night the wind came down hard out of the north,

08:36and the stove ran low around three in the morning, and Silas got up to feed it. He moved quietly.

08:42He thought Hattie was asleep. She was not asleep. He saw her eyes open in the dim red light from

08:49the

08:49stove door, watching him, watching him stoke the fire, watching him sit back down on the pallet and

08:56pull his coat over his shoulders, watching him until her eyes closed, finally, and her breathing

09:02went deep. In the morning of the fourth day, Hattie came out of the bed and stood by the stove,

09:08warming her hands, and said, without looking at him,

09:11You're still here. I'm still here. She nodded. All right, she said. All right. Then. That was all

09:20she said about it. But Silas Brennan, kneeling at the stove putting coffee on, felt something settle

09:27into place in his chest that he had not known was loose. Winter is long in that country, and I

09:33will

09:33not pretend the months that followed were easy. There were nights Mercy ran hot with fever, and Silas sat up

09:40with her until dawn, walking the cabin floor with the baby on his shoulder, and Hattie sat up with him

09:46because she would not be sent to bed when her sister was sick. There were days the snow drifted so

09:52high

09:52against the cabin door that Silas had to dig out before he could feed the mules. There was one terrible

09:58afternoon in February when Asa stopped breathing for the space of nine seconds. Silas counted,

10:05and Hattie struck the baby's back the way Eliza Day had taught her, and the baby coughed up a curd

10:11of

10:11milk and began to cry, and Hattie sat down on the floor and shook for an hour afterward.

10:17There was the talk in town, which the reverend had predicted, and which died as the reverend had

10:23predicted, because people saw the children thriving, and because Eliza Day did not abide gossip. In her

10:29hearing, and Eliza Day was a woman whose hearing extended a considerable distance. There was the

10:35guardianship paper, signed by Judge Mallory in March, with Silas Brennan listed as legal guardian to

10:42Harriet Ann Pell, Asa Thomas Pell, and Mercy Annalee Pell, all of Twin Falls, Montana territory, in the year of

10:50our

10:51Lord, 1879. There was a stone placed at Annalee Pell's grave in April, when the ground would take one. Silas

11:02paid for it himself. The stone read, Annalee Pell, beloved wife and mother, she gave all she had. And

11:12there was, in May, a moment Silas would carry with him to the end of his life. He was outside

11:17splitting

11:18wood. The snow was gone except in the deep places, and the grass was beginning to come up green at

11:25the

11:25edge of the yard. And the babies, six months old now, fat and noisy and entirely unlike the little

11:32wisps he had pulled out of that cold cabin, were laid out on a blanket in the patch of sun

11:37by the

11:38door. Hattie was minding them. He had paused to wipe his brow and was watching her, and he saw the

11:44moment Asa rolled over for the first time. The baby put his weight on his elbow and gave a great

11:49heave

11:50and went on to his back, and his face went wide with surprise, and he stared up at the sky

11:55as if

11:56he had personally invented it. Hattie laughed. It was the first time Silas Brennan had heard her laugh.

12:02It came out of her like water, out of a long, dry pump, a little rusty at first, then clean.

12:08She laughed, and she clapped her hands, and she said, Asa, Asa, you did it, and the baby beamed at

12:14her. And Mercy on the blanket beside him kicked her legs in solidarity, and Hattie laughed again.

12:21Silas set down the axe. He stood there in the May sun with his hands at his sides and let

12:26the sound of

12:27it go through him. After a minute, Hattie looked up and saw him watching. She did not stop smiling.

12:34Silas, she said. Did you see? I saw Child. He's going to be walking by Christmas.

12:41I expect he is. She looked back down at the babies, and Silas picked up the axe,

12:47and the world turned on whatever quiet hinge it turns on when something that was broken decides,

12:53despite everything, to mend. There is one more thing to tell, and then I'll let you go.

12:59Eleven years later, in the spring of 1890, a young woman of 22 stood up in front of the small

13:06church

13:07at Twin Falls and was married to a young man named Caleb Hollister, who ran cattle in the lower valley

13:13and who had been courting her patiently and properly for three years. The young woman wore a dress her

13:19mother, her adopted mother, Eliza Day, who had stood as mother to her through every milestone since the

13:25smithy kitchen, had sewn. Her hair was the color of winter wheat. Her eyes were the kind of blue that

13:32looks gray in low light. Her brother Asa, who was eleven and tall for his age and already working

13:39summers at the smithy, walked her up the aisle on one side. Her sister Mercy, who was eleven and small

13:46for her age and could read better than anyone in the church except the reverend, walked her up on the

13:51other. The man who gave her away was 64 years old. His beard had gone entirely white. His back had

13:58begun

13:59to give him trouble in the cold months, but he stood straight that day, and when the reverend asked who

14:04gave this woman to be married, Silas Brennan said, I do, with all my heart. Afterward, in the churchyard,

14:12with the wedding guests scattering toward the day house where the food was, Hattie put her arm through

14:17Silas' arm and walked him slow under the cottonwoods. You remember what I said, she asked. That first

14:24morning at your cabin? You said all right. Before that, three nights in the morning of the fourth.

14:31I remember. You stayed for a lot more mornings than four. I did. Silas. She stopped walking. She looked

14:40at him, and her face did the thing it had done that night in Eliza's kitchen. The thing that was

14:45not

14:45smiling and not weeping, but more honest than either. Thank you, she said, for stopping in the

14:52snow that day. Silas Brennan, who had buried a wife and a daughter and had thought himself past the

14:58place where a thing could strike him, found that he was not past it. He had never been past it.

15:04He had

15:04only been waiting, all those long years on the freight road, for the right reason to feel something

15:10again. Child, he said, thank you for letting me. They stood under the cottonwoods a moment longer.

15:17Then they walked back to the others where the babies were waiting, though they were not babies

15:22anymore and would never be again. And Silas was glad of it, and glad, too, of all the years between

15:28then and now, every one of them, including the hard ones. Especially the hard ones. Because that,

15:35in the end, is what a life is made of. The days you almost didn't make it through, and the

15:41people who

15:41stopped when they had every reason to ride on. If this story moved you, friend, sit with it a moment

15:49before you go. Light a lamp for the Hattie Pels of the world, the children who were left, and the

15:57strangers who stopped. Tell us in the comments where you're listening from tonight, and whether there's

16:03somebody in your own life who once stopped for you when they didn't have to. We read every one, and

16:09these stories travel farther because of folks like you. If you'd like more frontier stories told the old

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