Whitmore,” Martha said.

“We have the blankets.”

A harsh, rattling cough came from Daisy’s chest, shaking her small body until she pressed her mouth into her coat collar.

Martha turned at once, reaching into the back seat to wrap her arms around the girl and rub Daisy’s small hands between her palms.

Nathaniel reached into his heavy work coat and took out his ring of brass site keys.

He pulled off the long brass key that opened the Strasburg site heating barn.