“Guthrie could make the trip to Rawhide Buttes for the funeral of his son and family. Jason McKnight and Fred Matthews had gathered enough carriages, buggies, coaches, buckboards, and wagons to transport fifty-three people the thirty-one miles. It was a cold and dreary day when the vehicles came together to form a convoy on First Street. Duff’s mount Sky was tied behind the coach in which Duff, Meagan, Elmer, and Vi were riding. Another horse—Sonny—was tied behind R.W.’s coach. It was supposed t...o have been Timmy’s Christmas present. Jason McKnight, who had appointed himself as wagon master, would make the trip on horseback. After a ride up and down the length of vehicles to make certain that all was in readiness, he returned to the front and let out a yell. “Heah! Wagons, roll!” “Ha!” Elmer said. “Listen to ole’ Jason sing out like that. You’d think he was taking a wagon train across country.” Wrapped as they were in a blanket to keep out the cold, Duff put his arm around Meagan and pulled her close to him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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