We're on page 22. We've been on the road for two weeks. Jebediah got the snake in him, died just past Chimney Rock. Traded with the locals for a wagon axle and some popcorn.
Went hunting. Shot a buffalo. Caulked the wagon and floated it.
I am so tired of writing and researching. Don't wanna. Not gonna.
Okay, probably gonna.
I will keep this post short, because I have another four pages to write before I'm allowed to get in my jammies and go to sleep. Until then, I soldier on.
Woe are these deadlines.