After Murdock built the travois and attaching it to the cart, he secured Krysia on it. As Murdock looked at the cart and travois, he found himself wishing for a horse or a mule. With all the cart-pulling I’ve been doing of late, I’m surprised I don’t look more like a mule, he thought.
With all the cart-pulling I’ve been doing of late, I’m surprised I don’t look more like a muleRose and Mei Lee took their usual positions, and Rebecca’s position was beside Krysia in order to keep her on the travois and check on her from time to time. They walked for most of the day before making camp.
“Can I give you a hand with that?” Rebecca asked Rose, who had begun cooking the venison.
“Nope,” Rose said sharply without looking up. “This is for my family, and I don’t want them poisoned.” Murdock, who h
