They'd leave his body behind soon. She snuck into his lone wagon to place a cold cloth upon his head. 

They whispered things they could never tell another soul. Soon enough, he took his final breath, a soft silent gasp. She placed a single kiss on his forehead where the fever seemed to have burned his very soul out. She already missed him inside her, filling her with life.

She left, crying quietly in the darkened morning, valleys stretching eternal. She'd return to her wagon and sleeping husband, who would never know the man she loved for years was gone.