Where The Trail Ends: American Tapestries - Plot & Excerpts
She and Micah sang together as they rolled up their bedrolls and then the canvas of their tent to pack in their cart. No one out here cared if she sang off-keyThey quickly ate the remaining pemmican, and then she urged Micah, Boaz, and the oxen along the path. Jack and the others would likely stop and fish or hunt soon for food. Today they would surely find them on this path.The gorge was cold, but when the fog lifted, sunshine spilled light over the rocks and trees. She and Micah had plenty of water from the river, and after the sun dried the wood, she would make a fire and cook beans. Their supply of beans could last two or three more days. Then she would buy food from the fort with the gold Papa left them.Her body ached and her spirit was depleted, but she continued to draw strength from the beauty around her. The Columbia roared and splashed like the frothy milk in Lucille’s pail as it bounded over rocks and logs. Gentle streams meandered beside the mighty river, trickling through the trees and across the narrow path that she, Micah, and Boaz hiked.The trees dwindled to shrubs along their path, and above them, a waterfall cascaded like a glittering ribbon down the cliff.
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