When she wasn't working, Evelyn Ford would lie in her small room, reading and sleeping. The weather was so cold that it made a person increasingly tired and lazy.
Wyatt Vaughn's sprained back and ankle had almost completely healed. The others were warming themselves by the fire in the kitchen, chatting. After some discussion, they decided to build an oven.
An oven could be used to bake bread, roast meat, and make naan. They still had plenty of the gray bricks they'd found in the village last time. By digging up some earth from the house's floor, the oven quickly began to take shape.
"Evelyn Ford, come quick! Something terrible has happened!"
"One of the ewes is giving birth!"
Everyone was in the sheep pen, gathered around the ewe. Evelyn went in to check and saw that it was, indeed, about to give birth.
"Add more firewood to the kang to heat it up, and bring a bucket of warm water."
The sheep pen was relatively warm, but some cold drafts still snuck in.
