Chapter 55

Another thing. If I really loved Matthew, why wasn’t I willing to share that fact with those closest to me? Because of Ma. That left a bad taste in my mouth. Not at her, but at me because I didn’t have the grit to stand up to her prejudices.

Another fortnight passed before we caught up all the work that needed done in the smithy and elsewhere around the place. I’ll admit to some guilt about leaving Pa without help with the coach teams, but Alex and Curtis could lend a hand.

We decided to take our leave directly after the stage from Yanube City arrived on Thursday to change the span of horses one final time. That would make us late in leaving, but we sorta looked forward to star-camping overnight on the trip. I checked the calendar hanging on the wall in the clapboard building used for the comfort of the passengers and circled Thursday, August 14, 1879, with my graphite pencil. The date Matthew and I would begin our new lives.