Chapter 31Billy wanted to drive the next leg of our journey, so I used the time and read George's next letter. He mentioned passing through Sidney and Bushnell, Nebraska, and then moving into Wyoming, travelling through Pine Bluffs, and spending the night at the Inter-Ocean Hotel in Cheyenne. Aside from complaining about tire trouble again, there wasn't much there, with the exception of one sentence, which naturally stood out.
To my horror, the hotel was packed full with unwanted guests.
I could only assume that meant it was full of ghosts.
Neither Billy nor I had ever travelled through this part of the country, and we were both in awe of its rural beauty. Vast expanses of farm and prairie land spread out as far as the eye could see on either side of the Lincoln Highway, only interrupte
