“To find my cousin who is missing.” Not until now had I thought of his father's reaction last night when he found me gone. With the door locked from the outside and no windows, I could almost imagine what he must have gone through when he stepped into the empty room. I smiled inwardly.
The rattle of a wagon caught our attention before I had to explain how I had escaped that locked room. A large wooden wagon with solid wooden wheels pulled by two sturdy oxen lumbered up. I squinted at it. One man drove the oxen while two more men rode inside the deep compartment. They all wore wool hats, vests, and red or black shirts and dark pants tucked into black boots.
“Brother, they're here!” Joha called to the carriage.
The motion of a curtain drawn back held my attention. Jett's face appeared in
