Chapter 6
I opened my eyes and tried to steady myself from the bumps in the road. My hands were tied tight behind me and I tried to reposition myself in the wagon for more comfort, worrying about Bebe and the other girls. Our capture and being separated from our children had been difficult as Mrs. Radley and I did not know the fate of the men. We were tied to the wagon and had limited movement. Twice so far today, the scarred Indian had come to attend us. The wagon would stop, he offered us a pot and gave us little privacy, and then some food. My right arm had healed but still felt sore from the knife wound.
“Are you awake?”
“Yes.” Mrs. Radley coughed to clear her throat. “Yes, I am.”
She rolled over to me and I tried not to grimace but her right eye had swollen shut and the bruise had
