Chapter 5
OverwatchThe rest of the trip south to Overwatch was
uneventful and pleasant. The sun was shining and that day warmed up
to be beautiful. Penn and I spent the morning in the back of the
cart resting and chit chatting. Utus stopped the wagon for lunch
and to let us stretch our legs. We were only an hour or two from
home.
“Would you like to try driving the wagon?”
Utus said to me between bites of a cabbage sandwich.
“I’ve never done that before, but, sure, why
not?”
So after a quick lunch, I climbed up into
the seat, grabbed the reins, and with a grit of my teeth, slapped
the horses with the lash and off we went. The wagon made a lurch
forward. I thought for a moment I was a going to throw Penn out the
back of the cart.
It was far easier to drive the horses than I
