*Chet*
The morning sun rises steadily, casting long shadows across the open prairie. Unega emerges from our wagon, stretching as she takes in the fresh Wyoming air. Though she is weary from months on the trail, there is an undeniable strength in the way she carries herself. She is a survivor, a leader, my Luna. Watching her tend to her mother and younger siblings fills me with admiration.
I wonder how many children we will have. She will be a nurturing mother.
As the buffalo herd fades into the distance, leaving only vast, open land ahead, I take a deep breath. We are close now. The scent of fresh water carries on the crisp morning air, mingling with the promise of the life we will soon build.
“Only about a week left to go,” I say, turning toward my Luna with a rare, easy grin.
“I’m b
