Chapter 22
Some in our train pulled out while we gave Matthew time to recover his strength, including Moses Johnstone and his followers. Mrs. Brownlow, her doll daughter, and Beula Durington followed Johnstone’s new train, which pleases me to no end. It will be nice to no longer feel arrow-like eyes piercing the back of my skull. Amos has told the remaining families that we are moving out tomorrow. I think he said it to prepare Willie, and himself, since we have to leave Paul here near Scotts Bluff. Willie and I walk to Paul’s grave daily. It’s hard to believe that it’s only eight days since my little friend died and five since Matthew nearly joined his nephew in that impromptu grave. Every morning when I wake up I look for Paul’s dear face and listen for his sweet voice, and every mornin
