Chapter 89

After washing sweat from my face in a spring at the base of three stunted trees, I filled my canteens and tried to grab another few minute of sleep. Waste of time. My insides were still too excited. When the sound of an approaching wagon reached me, I watched it pass from behind a screen of bushes. The sun was well risen, but it was still early when they rumbled down the road. I allowed them to get almost out of sight before mounting up.

The hot September morning passed slowly. I stopped only when the wagon halted, taking these opportunities to perform necessary duties, restore the circulation in my extremities, and spy out the situation with my long glass. Each time the wagon started moving, I switched horses to ease the burden on each.