New Mexico Territory is drier than Colorado, but not much different otherwise, Thomas reflected as his covered wagon rattled south out of Raton Pass. He clucked at the mules, who twitched their ears and kept steadily on. The three children were asleep in the back of the wagon, and Sarah had slipped down to gather wildflowers. The wagon rolled steadily across the plains. Thomas yawned. He’d spent his boyhood in Ohio farmland, and that was enough grassland for him. He’d be glad to get to Elizabethtown and back in the mountains. And working again, instead of clucking at mules all day long.
There was a light thump behind him. Thomas turned his head. Six-year-old Jessie smiled sleepily at him. “How much farther, Papa?” she asked.
“As far as we can get,” he answered with a grin. He clucked at the mules again. They twitched their ears and kept steadily on.
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