Being back in Lexington with her father, Edward, wasn't so bad. It was sort of quiet, being back on that isolated little farm. They weren't in Lexington, but rather a few miles away on some lonely little road that led straight to their farm. Just out beyond the pastures were the graves of her mother and stillborn brother, marked with only a stone bearing the names "Margaret Black" and "Baby Black". Keziah went out there a lot, to pray and to talk. Her mother had died just a few years before Keziah had married Charlie, so she missed out on the advice that she would have been given. She missed her mother terribly and had even asked the grave on advice still, knowing that she would always go unanswered. Her father had never remarried. He'd loved her mother so very dearly.
 
When she wasn't out at the graves, she was tending to the house and ensuring that her father was well fed. She had told him about William, about how he'd been injured and she even kept his story as a Hessian soldier. Of course it more or less had to be altered because she'd never been betrothed to anyone until Charlie had asked to marry her. Keziah had even taken to watching down the road to see if they were coming back. Her father had worried for her, and for his son. Samuel was a good man who'd been so happy to have started his own family.

Edward could remember when he had started his own. Margaret had been so happy but she had been hesitant. He understood that. It was risky having kids, especially since they were so far away from town. Having his daughter come back was a blessing. Edward wasn't as young as he once was and he found that one cold mornings his joints were stiff. His daughter helped around the farm and had even told him a bit of what was happening in Boston.  The first few nights she was here, he had held her tightly to his chest as she cried. It reminded him of when she was a little girl and she would have a nightmare. 

Their days passed quietly, and even though the silence was comfortable there was a thread of anxiety that laced itself throughout the days. They never spoke of Samuel, of the possibility that he or his wife never made it. Edward hoped that they did. 

It was almost two weeks later and still no word. Keziah knew it didn't take that long to get back to Lexington. She wondered briefly if a soldier would come by bearing bad news for William's [i]wife[/i] that he didn't make it back. She was out tending to the small patch of flowers when a sound, the sound of footsteps, caught her attention and she looked up. The soldiers were here! In the arms of one there was a little bundle of cloth and she felt her heart pick up its pace. "Papa!" She yelled, knowing that Edward would be able to hear her. He was just in the small barn tending to a few things. A few seconds later he came hobbling out of the barn, ready to fight whatever had frightened his daughter. Instead he caught sight of the militiamen. Keziah had raced towards them and once she found William she slung her arms around his middle. "Thank you!" She pulled away with a smile that slowly fell when she didn't see Samuel or Elizabeth. The soldier with the bundle came forth and showed her what he carried so carefully: a tiny baby girl. 
"No…No…" Keziah whimpered. If this baby was here, alone with just the soldiers and William then that meant…No….

Keziah broke down, sobbing and holding the little bundle close to her chest. Her father stooped low next to her, trying not to cry as one of the men delivered news that they had found the family friend that Keziah had told them about. That family friend had told them that the day of the attack, when Samuel and Elizabeth raced to their house for safety, she had gone into labor and had passed from complications. Samuel had stayed for a little while, mourning over his wife's early death, before leaving the baby with his friend and heading outside. He hadn't been seen since but they combed the city for his body and never found it so there was still hope he was alive. Edward took the bundle from his daughter and thanked the soldiers before offering them some food. It was the least he could do to thank them. 

When things calmed down and the soldiers had food in their bellies, Keziah had taken the baby into the house and was holding her carefully, marveling at how beautiful the little bindle was. The family friend had also given them a letter for Keziah, and from it she had learned that before he left, Samuel had given the baby a name - Rose Anne.