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Fort Jawbone
It was
early morning when they reached Fort Jawbone, and all the passengers
went inside. Emily was wide awake now. She nervously waited for Uncle
Victor to find out that Emily Wiggins was not there. Then, perhaps, he
would give up the chase and go home, wherever that was.
As they
ate a cold meal that was provided for them, Angus said, "Better eat
hearty, mates. Last good meal we'll have for a long while, you can bet."
"It'll
be beans and bacon from here to California," added Oscar.
"And
maybe some wormy bread," put in Jock, wiggling his fingers. Emily was
glad she wasn't going all the way to California.
But
Uncle Victor wasn't interested in eating. Emily watched him go from one
person to the next at Fort Jawbone, asking if anyone there remembered an
eight-year-old passenger by the name of Emily Wiggins who had come
through on a stagecoach two days before.
"Can't
say that I do," one of the workers told him. "We get a few orphans now
and then on their way out west, but I don't remember that there was a
young one on the last coach."
"Well,"
growled Uncle Victor. "Maybe she didn't come through, then, or maybe
she's given me the slip. I'll have to go on to Redbud and see if I can
find her there."
Emily's
breath seemed caught in her throat, and she almost choked on a biscuit.
No!
No! She could not stand it! Riding with Uncle Victor three more days
and three more nights, pretending to be a boy? How would she go that
long without speaking? Would she even have a voice once she got to Aunt
Hilda's? But again it was time to board.
"Eli!"
Jackson called. "Come on!"
A new
driver leaped up to the driver's seat and the whip cracked. Sitting in
the back again, Emily fed Rufus a fly Jackson had caught, and looked
into his tiny face.
"Dear
little friend," she whispered. "Only a few more days and I'll never put
you in a box again. We'll be at Aunt Hilda's and you'll have all the
grass you want. I'll make you your own little pool, and the sun will
shine on you every day."
Rufus
looked up at her and blinked his eyes. He crawled over to the old man's
leg, and Mortimer Muffit didn't even notice.
"We're
off!" Jack chortled as the carriage rattled across the ground.
"No
turnin' back now!" said Angus.
"We're
headed for Deadman's Gulch, and the best part of the trip's behind us,"
said Oscar. |