Chapter 19

“You run now, boy, but you just wait ‘til I get a hold of you. Not even your mother can save your hide this time,” Young bellowed after him.

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“Frankie, you ready?” Gregory asked.

“I’m glad your father didn’t ruin your love of animals,” Frank said as he climbed onto the wagon seat.

Gregory rolled his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and giddyaped the nervous horses into motion. Both men hoped the weight of the wagon would break their spirits so they would become good farm horses once the men found their claims.

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Already weary from a month of travel, Frank and Gregory continued on their journey with their new team and guard dog, Sally. Their lone wagon ambled across Eastern Kansas like a lone buffalo roaming across the wide open prairie. First, they traveled to Atchison, then nearly to Topeka, where they turned south and headed for the border near Indian Territory.

“When will we know where to stop?” Frank asked Gregory.