turned away. Twenty minutes later, all the wagons were loaded and headed back down the road. Sarah couldnât resist a backward glance at the compound, their Ameriland.
So much had happened there over the years and so much good had been hoped for. And just like everything else, it was gone now too.
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M ike did another headcount as he rode from the tail of their wagon train to the lead. Everyone was in good spiritsâwell, most everyoneâand the weather was holding so far, please God. He didnât have any illusions that theyâd make the entire trip without some of it in a downpour but he was grateful that they could start out with adventure in their hearts and dry socks in their boots.
The road was empty. They hadnât seen another sign of life since theyâd left the convent. Mike looked up at the sky as he realized they had at least four more hours before theyâd need to find a place to stop for the night. The wagons were in good shape, the kiddies alternately singing or sleeping, the women all holding up as usual and doing what needed doing.
Every time he rode by Sarahâs wagon, she made a point of not looking at him. As long as heâd known her heâd never known her to be this mad this long. Not even when heâd gone and got himself engaged to Aideen Malone. In fact, as Mike recalled, theyâd very nearly come to blows then but as anybody with sense will tell you, wanting to wring someoneâs neck didnât mean you didnât care.
The way Sarah was treating him nowânot looking at him, hardly speaking to himâwas a thousand times worse than if sheâd thrown a frying pan or taken a broom to him.
Make that a million times worse.
Mike knew well enough that it wasnât just leaving John behind that bothered her. And it wasnât just that the baby screamed every time Sarah touched her. Siobhanâs birth had instilled a fear in Sarah that she hadnât had before. It was an irrational fear that some things just couldnât be made safe no matter where you went or how hard you tried.
âMike?â Declan rode up to him, his eyes wide and startled. Mike had worried Declan didnât have the balance to ride a horse but he hadnât the heart to tell him to ride in the wagon.
âEverything okay?â Mike asked.
âIâll catch up with you,â Declan said. âI need to go into the woods for a bit. All right?â
It killed Mike to hear his friend ask permission to go take a leak in the woods. âSure, Dec. We can wait. We have time.â
âNay, I wonât be long.â Declan slid off his horse and looked around holding his reins as if unsure what to do with them. Mike held out his hand and Declan handed the reins to him, grinning with embarrassment. He turned and entered the woods.
Fionaâs wagon pulled up beside Mike.
âWhereâs Declan going?â she asked as she watched her husbandâs retreating back.
âGoing to take a piss if thatâs all right with his missus,â Mike said with a raised eyebrow.
âOh, go on with the pair of ye,â Fiona said with annoyance and snapped the reins on the back of her horse.
Mike turned and led Declanâs horse toward the head of the group.
âOy! Gavin!â he called to his son. Gavin turned from the lead where he rode side by side with Tommy and trotted back to his father.
âI need one of ye to take up the rear. I want to get as many kilometers under our belts as we can while we still have daylight.â
Gavin nodded and trotted to the last wagon. Mike noted it was Sarahâs wagon.
Fifteen minutes later Declan still hadnât reappeared. Annoyed with himself for not tying Declanâs horse to a bush back where theyâd left him, Mike took Gavinâs place at the back and sent the lad down the road to find his uncle.
A nervous sensation crept up Mikeâs spine as he watched Gavin disappear. Why had he