He fastened the horses to their picket lines, then left again to gather some brushwood. Papa returned with the horses and a bucket of water. She had put dried codfish to soak the night before. They’d had to make do with meal after meal of stale biscuit and cold beans. They had been able to buy groceries in North Platte, but since then, it had rained for almost a solid week. Hanna was looking forward to cooking supper. Tomorrow they would reach their destination: LaForge, a railroad town in Dakota Territory. They had journeyed for almost a month since leaving Cheyenne, their most recent stretch in near three years of travel. He unhitched the tired horses from the wagon, then led them down a little draw to water, while Hanna began clearing the ground for a fire. SHOULD BE OUR LAST DAY, Papa said when they stopped to make camp.
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