Amelia and I were within a hair’s breadth of each other’s height. I realized I loved looking into her eyes.
Soon Strong Arrow was lying with his head in Spirit Warrior’s lap. My father and brothers were dozing. Amelia and I put our foreheads together. We clasped hands and muttered about childhood memories, secret longings, and dreams for the future.
After nearly a day’s journey, we unboarded the train at a railroad station not far from the harbor in New York where we might expect the ship we planned to stow away on, named the Lady Dervish. It was the middle of the night, so we rented a room until dawn. Then we walked to the harbor as the sun rose over the ocean.
“There’s no use waiting here for days to see if the Lady Dervish arrives,” Father said. “Let’s see if we can rent a fisherman’
