“For the first time in several days it was warm enough, and dry enough, for Art to strip out of his coat and slicker. The sun was out and he was enjoying its warmth, not only the rays as they fell on him, but also the convection heat that radiated back from the horse. Art had spent twenty dollars for the horse, ten for the saddle, and five for his sack of possibles. He had about ten dollars remaining, and he planned to use the last of his money in St. Louis, buying everything he might need for t...he trip west. He had considered going west from New Orleans, but that would have taken him through Mexico. He had fought for the United States, so like Harding, he wanted the land he saw to be American land. The best way to do that would be to follow the trail west, as established by Lewis and Clark. That meant following the Missouri River, and to do that, he would have to leave from St. Louis. Suddenly, and with no warning, the ground gave way beneath his horse’s hooves. The horse whinnied in surprise and pain, then fell to its right front knee.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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