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"Even so, I say we go on," Flagg said stubbornly. "Arlen and Hunwet will catch up. If they have water, so much the better. If not, we will be closer to finding some than if we just sit here drying up." Flagg's pregnant wife Molly looked into his face and nodded nervously. "Who's with us?"
"Wait!" Abby cried out in alarm. Flagg was suggesting that the wagons split up. "Let's take a vote."
Those inclined to obey the wagon master agreed that a vote was necessary, but the disgruntled faction disagreed.
"No vote," Elisha Parks said. "Except maybe to elect a new wagon master for those of us heading out."
The result was the division of the wagon train. Nothing could stop the group determined to go forward. The others did not want to overwork the thirsty oxen or to disobey Arlen.
After the dissenters recommenced their journey along the base of the mountains, only twelve wagons remained. Abby was surprised at first that the Woolcotts' two were among them. On further reflection, it was not so surprising, for Emmaline, with her frilly skirts and flirty eyes, had insisted with strident vehemence on their staying. Abby watched the Woolcotts argue in muted tones among themselves, with Cora's gaze fixed longingly on the defectors. Sighing, Abby surmised that Emmaline had not yet lost hope of captivating Arlen.
Lucy stood beside Abby as they watched the dust kicked up by the departing wagons and lis-

 
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