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otherwise. After her bewildering dream two nights ago, she could not be certain the storm had saved her loved ones. And they came first, no matter how sorry she would be never to see Mike again. |
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Her steps slowed before she got far. She looked up and saw the rock Mike and she had hidden behind during the flood. |
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Her eyes closed. She sank slowly to her knees. She had a sensation once again of feeling another's emotionsMike's. He was hurrying after her; he knew where she was going, if not why. And he was upset. |
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What was more, she wanted to be with him, to soothe his ever-present anger, to tell him she would stay with him. But she had to make certain the emigrants had found water. |
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Her eyes did not open, but suddenly she saw the ground shift and shimmer. Before her was the wagon train. It was moving, and she heard the squealing of corroded wagon-frame metal against metal, the protests of animals roused from rest. Her family no longer waited for her. |
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Abby asked her vision, "Did you find water? Will you be all right?" |
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The wagons continued forward, and Abby saw Lucy driving one with four oxen, her sad eyes anxiously sweeping the trail. As Abby watched, Arlen rode up on horseback and passed her a canteen, and she took a long drink of water. |
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Water! They had been saved. |
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She wondered who drove Arlen's team. Lucy and she had often helped when his duties re- |
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