Rain plagued their travel over the next two days, but the companions passed over the border into Texas late in the evening of the second day after leaving their initial camp and found shelter beneath a thicket of wild plums. They found themselves on a slight hill but were happy for the cover in the relentless showers.
“I’m soaked to the bone,” George groaned as she searched the ground for dry wood to start a fire.
Pete returned, dragging a dead limb behind her. “I found a fallen tree down the way where I staked out the animals. It’s not dry, but it’s dead and should break up and burn easy enough.”
They went to work on the dead limb and soon had a nice pile of wood and a fire going beneath the canopy of plum trees. Eli put on a pot of coffee and a skillet with bacon. The other women dug
