As their trip went on, the days lengthened, giving them more light to travel each day. St. Joseph, Missouri, was about two hundred miles from the Greerson farm in Audubon. It took a month to arrive, and it was over halfway to their destination.
“We should start heading westerly,” Gregory counseled as Frank drove the team.
It had rained all afternoon. As much as they’d tried to stay dry, they were as wet as the road, the fields, and the horses.
“Where’s that ferry?” Frank asked as he guided the horses.
“Near the heart of the city,” Gregory said, looking at the map.
“I thought the point of taking six months of supplies was to avoid the cities.”
“It’s the best place to cross. Besides, St. Joe is probably the largest city we have to go through.”
After a moment, Frank said, “I don’t mean
