boy turned and flung his arms around the man’s neck, letting tears and sobs fall onto his stout frame for a minute or two. Presently when the inappropriate intimacy of the situation seeped into Speed’s consciousness, he let go and wiped his sleeve across his mouth and nose. He looked once more at his mother, then went out to sit in dejection on the linen chest in the hall.
Her words of a week ago lay in his consciousness, ‘We ain’t there yet, Speed.’ The two of them had fallen short because he had not done his part. The journey to Platte Purchase had been their mutual goal for nine months. Now they were caught on the way and he was alone. Dry-eyed, he looked up at Mayor Roundhouse and stated, “I failed. I didn’t keep her warm. What can I do now?”
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