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reminders could she convince herself that her experienceand Mikehad been real. Her sojourn in the future already felt like a figment of her overactive imagination, a vision that outdid all others. |
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Lucy now took her place in Arlen's wagon. She rode beside her new husband or drove the oxen for short periods while Arlen, though tiring easily, finished his duties on horseback as trail leader. Abby took turns walking beside the Danziger and Wynne wagons, delighted their father was able to drive. |
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Only a few days after the wedding, Hunwet, riding his horse swiftly, stopped near Abby. "We see the buildings of the town in the distance." They were on a plain. The grand San Gabriel Mountains rose to the north. |
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In a few hours the wagon train halted. They had reached Los Angeles. |
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But, oh, Abby thought, what a tiny, primitive place compared with the L.A. she had known and lost. There were a few squat buildings, and no indication that this would be the location many years from now of busy freeways filled with cars and towering skyscrapers filled with people. |
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Yet there was an unwelcome similarity that reminded Abby of evenings with Mike when she watched with dismay as news events unfolded on his television. Residents in this time, coming to greet the travelers, were quick to remind them of warnings they had heard even before beginning their journey: with all its many opportunities, |
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