The day had finally ended. The wagons were slowing, pulling into formation. Gabriel had lifted her down, and she was walking aorund, rubbing her back, giving pointers and orders to the girls who were setting up camp. Tug came bounding out of his wagon full of energy, bursting at the seams with excitement. Her head shook as she laughed. It was going to be a very long evening.
Ciegue had come ambling up, and she was feeding him from the pouch of jerkey that she kept right inside the flaps of her wagon. Suddenly Tug screamed out........Mama! The unc's are coming. And sure enough, she glanced up to see all four of her older brothers walking up the row of wagons, Enos and Dorian carrying something draped with furs between them. She started to walk to meet them, but Ephrim raised his hand to stay her, so she stopped and waited for them to make their way to her. Ephrim motioned to a spot near her main wagon and it was there that the two younger of the quartet went and sat down their burden. They stood there, arms crossed on their chest until Ephrim nodded. With that, the fur was pulled off with a fourish, and her hands went to her lips and those hazel eyes widened. Oh, my skies! It is beautiful!
Ephrim explained that they had been working on it each evening, and that it was made from spar parts from damaged wagons, and they thought it might come in handy for her. Walking around it, she trailed her fingers along the lines, laughing softly. Finally, she moved to in front of it, and carefully lowered down. It was the most marvelous thing she had ever seen. Rarely do her two eldest brothers smile, but this was one of those rare occasions. Looking up at them, she smiled.........I love it, I absolutely love it! That was all it took, those two man beamed with pleasure and happiness. It was Hiram that stepped forward to pat her on the shoulder, telling her that they sometimes got so involved in their own lives, that they forgot the simple comforts that she might enjoy.
Looking up at him, her eyes misted over as she whispered to him. I will treasure it, but I am not sure that I will get all that much use from it, but I do still love it. Ephrim grunted and said that he thought she might end up having more use for it than she knew. As if on some unspoken signal, they all walked by her, each one of them placing a kiss to her forehead, then walked back off down the row of wagons towards their own wagons, and their own dinners.
Sitting there on the wonderful seat, she glanced to Rook.......I wonder what he meant by that?
Ciegue had come ambling up, and she was feeding him from the pouch of jerkey that she kept right inside the flaps of her wagon. Suddenly Tug screamed out........Mama! The unc's are coming. And sure enough, she glanced up to see all four of her older brothers walking up the row of wagons, Enos and Dorian carrying something draped with furs between them. She started to walk to meet them, but Ephrim raised his hand to stay her, so she stopped and waited for them to make their way to her. Ephrim motioned to a spot near her main wagon and it was there that the two younger of the quartet went and sat down their burden. They stood there, arms crossed on their chest until Ephrim nodded. With that, the fur was pulled off with a fourish, and her hands went to her lips and those hazel eyes widened. Oh, my skies! It is beautiful!
Ephrim explained that they had been working on it each evening, and that it was made from spar parts from damaged wagons, and they thought it might come in handy for her. Walking around it, she trailed her fingers along the lines, laughing softly. Finally, she moved to in front of it, and carefully lowered down. It was the most marvelous thing she had ever seen. Rarely do her two eldest brothers smile, but this was one of those rare occasions. Looking up at them, she smiled.........I love it, I absolutely love it! That was all it took, those two man beamed with pleasure and happiness. It was Hiram that stepped forward to pat her on the shoulder, telling her that they sometimes got so involved in their own lives, that they forgot the simple comforts that she might enjoy.
Looking up at him, her eyes misted over as she whispered to him. I will treasure it, but I am not sure that I will get all that much use from it, but I do still love it. Ephrim grunted and said that he thought she might end up having more use for it than she knew. As if on some unspoken signal, they all walked by her, each one of them placing a kiss to her forehead, then walked back off down the row of wagons towards their own wagons, and their own dinners.
Sitting there on the wonderful seat, she glanced to Rook.......I wonder what he meant by that?
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