Emma's Journey Read Free

our farm, purchased a wagon, and here we are.” Emma blinked rapidly at the tears that welled in her eyes.
    Sarah touched Emma’s arm. “And this whole thing is more Peter’s idea than yours?”
    “You could say that.” Using the corner of her apron, she blotted her eyes. She inhaled deeply. “I was happy in Indiana. My parents have a store in town, and Peter and I had a small farm. I thought we would be there until our old age. But Peter had different ideas.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that,” Sarah said with a tilt of her head. “Now Buck and me both wanted to strike out. We have four little ones, Stephen here, being the youngest. Buck did the blacksmithin’ in our town, and we had a small house, but we wanted more room for all these growing boys.” She kissed Stephen’s blond head that slumped against her as he slept. “You got any yourself?”
    Emma winced at the heartache of her monthlies arriving each month right on time. Although it had only been five months since they’d married, she’d hoped to be starting her family by now. “No little ones for us yet.” She sighed, letting a bit of regret slip into her voice.
    “Well, I’ll be happy to give ya one of ours,” Sarah laughed. Emma smiled at the joke, not seeing the humor in it.
    Three stampeding young boys rounded the wagon and crashed into each other as they stopped abruptly in front of Sarah. They pushed and shoved, raising a dust cloud that choked the two women. The boys resembled larger versions of little Stephen, and quieted down after glimpsing the look Sarah gave them.
    “Emma,” she waved in the direction of the three, “these little ruffians are my older boys.” She patted each boy on the head as she move down the line. “This here’s David, Michael and Joey.” The boys, who seemed to be somewhere between seven and twelve years old, nodded and mumbled “ma’am” before scrambling away.
    “Come back here,” Sarah yelled. “You still have chores to do, and they need to be done now.” She shifted Stephen to her hip and started after them, and then glanced over her shoulder. “Why don’t you and Peter come sit with us after supper tonight? Buck’ll be glad to have company of another man. Most of the men goin’ on the trail are busy still buying supplies in town.”
    “We would love that.”
    The woman rounded the bend after the boys before Emma’s answer was out. “See you later.”
    She hummed as she pulled things out to make biscuits to go with the beans she’d prepared for their supper. Her short visit with Sarah cheered her. Having another woman to share her troubles with could very well make this a pleasant trip after all. Maybe even fun.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    “I can’t take any more of this. I want to go home.” Tears rolled down Emma’s cheeks as she turned begging eyes toward Peter. She slapped at a fly that had landed on her face. “Ouch.”
    “Honey, we can’t turn back. I’ve told you a hundred times. Once you start with the wagon train, you either stay with them, or die trying to get back on your own.” He placed his empty supper plate on the ground and stood. “It’s only been three weeks, you’ll adjust.”
    “Adjust? I hate this. The heat, the dirt, the dust. I hate sleeping on the ground, and cooking meals over a campfire.”
    “Give yourself more time.”
    “I don’t want more time. I want to go back to Indiana.”
    Peter removed his hat and slapped it against his thigh. “You have to forget Indiana, Emma. Our new life is in Oregon.”
    “We had a perfectly good life in Indiana.” She swiped at her wet cheeks, then crossed her arms, hugging her middle.
    Peter sighed. “We’ve gone over this before. I’m no farmer, I want to raise horses. The only reason I had the farm was because my grandmother left it to me.”
    “I wish you’d told me before we got married that you hated farming.”
    “Why? Would that have made a difference?” His voice lowered.
    Emma