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After the ceremony, they bundled into the wagon once more. Holly sat down with a thump upon the wagon's rough wood seat. Emily slid in effortlessly between her and Frank and snuggled next to her father's thin legs. Jake once again slipped into the back to guard Holly's luggage.
Frank clicked his tongue, and the horse strode away from the church. Everyone was quiet on the ride back to the Motherwell's farm, giving Holly the impression that they were heading off to a funeral instead of returning home. Even the landscape seemed to mourn. Black birds cawed, there were traces of frost on the puddles, crisp sound of hoofbeat upon the road bare of dirt and pounded hard to a rock base. Holly briefly wondered if the land itself was as barren as these individuals who lived and gained a living up
