The little one led the way and stayed close. Her voice and hands were always soft, always gentle. The night was nearly silent,just the sound of frogs and crickets, until it got really chilly; then they hushed, and all that was left was the creaking of Hiram’s wagon and the clopping of the horses’ hooves. That first night, all I wanted was to get as far from Mr. Stevens as I could. But after we passed the home place, I kept wondering what my parents would have told me, if they had lived. Would they think I was foolish to leave Scott County? It was surely safer to stay somewhere in the valley. But where? With who? I held tight to the Mustang’s lead rope as we walked down the dark road, my thoughts a hopeless snarl. I was scared. I was really afraid of setting out on my own like this, with only Hiram for company. But I couldn’t see any other choice. I couldn’t go back. Not ever. Mr. Stevens had lied to me about everything. He had never meant to take me or the Mustang west.
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