Chapter 9
I was a lost soul, belonging nowhere and needed by no one. It must be time to wake up by now, I thought. An eight-hour night must have passed. This dream has been fun, but now it’s time to wake up. Only I didn’t.
I wandered around the camp, which had quieted while everyone settled down. The crickets kept their chirrups low out of respect for the travelers. I hovered like a ghost in the background while families lingered near their dwindling fires until they crawled into their tents. From the soft conversations floating across the breeze, I thought there wasn’t much sleep to be had. Children whispered to each other. Husbands and wives commiserated. From what little I could make out, it sounded as if the husbands were convincing their wives that going West was the right thing to
