Brady had her trunk to the back of the wagon now but was struggling to lift it high enough to slide it inside. Hope rushed over, thinking she could at least give it the extra oomph to get it over the lip of the wagon, but by the time she got there, he'd gotten it up. "Did you pack everything you own?" he muttered but didn't wait for a response before heading back to get the other trunk.
Hope didn't bother to follow him, not even with her eyes, though she imagined he was having even more trouble this time. He had to be tired from the first effort, and she thought the second trunk was likely the heaviest. Her mother had done a good job of packing most of her gowns and shoes into that one. She climbed up into the wagon seat, averting her eyes the best she could and trying to take in the Texas landscape.