The next few weeks passed in relative ease. The weather was warm and dry. The train, although moving at a snail’s pace in Sam’s opinion, was making good progress as far as Garrett was concerned. Sam had no reason to doubt him, so he relaxed and took in the experience.
The terrain became gently rolling. The prairie grass was knee deep, and when the wind blew, it rolled in waves, which Gus said reminded him of the ocean. Sam had never seen a body of water larger than a lake or a river. It was hard for him to imagine the ocean, but he looked forward to seeing it for himself at the end of their journey.
The long grass, while beautiful to look at, and a boon for the grazing animals, proved to be a problem for those who walked beside the wagons, making it almost as difficult as wading through
