Journey – Blog Hop #52
The covered wagon had nearly everything packed. Somberly, Pa moved the oxen to the front of the wagon. We are in the first wave of settlers after the Sooners. We will prevail.
I refused to be a moonshiner. Those dirty sneaky people, living in caves. They jump the good honest people, stealing prime land they aren’t entitled to.
I worried about having enough water to get us there. It’s only a five day journey from Michigan to Oklahoma. My real concern was the availability of water once we find our new home site.
I had heard the Indians are as cordial to you as you are to them. I’m not frightened. I speak enough Potawatomi and Kickapoo to get by, hopefully. I have trinkets and lace to barter with.
John Palmer, my husband, and I mapped out the track of land we intended to stake. The few head of cattle we own had been tied to the rear of our wagon. We will prevail.
Saying our goodbyes took nearly three days. Well wishers are plentiful in the small community we’ve grown up in. Jars of jellies, dried meats, dried fruits and vegetables, bolts of cloth; well wishers have ensured our success.
With tender parts newly found on our bodies. The bumps and ruts of the route behind us. Our bruises are aligned with the official starting line of the land run. Jockeying for position, John Palmer is in the second tier of wagons. We will prevail.