Traveling along the crudely cut wagon rut of a road the next morning, Cordia felt an overwhelming amount of solace. They had been riding along for an hour or so, just entering into Barton County, when Frieda remarked on how peaceful she seemed.
"I am at peace," she agreed. "And I am happy to be nearly home."
Frieda seemed putout that Cordia was willing to admit she was no longer beside herself with grief. She "humphed" about it and gave the reins a violent shake.
Cordia's forehead furrowed in surprise. "What, would you have me bawling all the way home?" she asked.
"No," Frieda relinquished. "But, still, don't you think you should be feeling a little distraught, considering what it is we are a'haulin' here?"
There really was no way that Cordia could explain to Frieda why it was that sh
