The Pollock Family, 3 of 14: Cimarron Canyon

Finally, they were heading into mountains again. “This road needs some improvement,” Sarah observed as the covered wagon jolted up Cimarron Canyon. Her arms tightened around baby Josephine.

“It does that,” Thomas agreed.

Among the goods in the wagon bed, Charlie began to cry. “I bumped my head!” he howled.

“You better be quiet, or the Indians’ll get us!” his older sister said sharply.

Sarah and Thomas looked at each other.

“Well, there are Indians,” Sarah pointed out. They’d seen them at Maxwell’s Ranch, standing in silent groups outside the grist mill, waiting for their dole of grain.

“And soldiers,” Thomas reminded her.

Sarah looked up at the sandstone cliffs on either side of the rocky track. She shivered. “I’ll be glad when we get to Elizabethtown,” she said.

“I don’t know how much of a town it’ll be,” Thomas warned.

“Anything will be better than this wilderness,” she answered.

Copyright © 2015 Loretta Miles Tollefson

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