The next morning began with a bath, for Ma wanted them to look presentable. They would soon begin following the Great Eighty Road westward, and Pa predicted that by that very afternoon they would reach Hawkeye Crossing. . . .Read More Seventeen: The Great Eighty Road
The men had wanted silver. That seemed to be the short of it. The answer hadn’t felt especially satisfying to Laura when Pa had tried to lay it out for her the night before, and, when she awoke the next morning, her questions seemed to have only grown as she slept, like seedlings sprouting new shoots in the moist night air. . . .Read More Sixteen: The Road Behind and the Road Ahead
“It’s time for us to go,” Pa said when he found them there.
Laura lay cradled in Ma’s lap, beneath the shade of an apple tree. Mary and Baby Grace huddled close beside. Somewhere up above them, birds chirped. . .Read More Fifteen: Carrying On
Laura stood on the tips of her toes, straining to reach her paintbrush just as high as it would go. Everywhere her brush swished and dabbed, the monster’s creetrock skin glowed like new, protecting the ancient beast from wind and rain and sun. . . .Read More Fourteen: Jimapples
Pa and Tobias Goatherd returned from the creek around midday. By then, Mary and Laura had recovered from their experience inside that eerie old building called the reptilsoo, and Laura felt a little foolish for getting so frightened of a silly old skull. . . .Read More Thirteen: The Herald’s Shrine
By the time Laura opened her eyes, morning had crept into the room. She sat up and worked her fingers through her hair. There, towards the back of her skull, she could feel a bump. It felt sore but only when Laura touched it. . . .Read More Twelve: Happy Valley Orchards Restup and Reptilsoo
Laura couldn’t sort out at first where her memories ended and where the dreams began. She remembered something stalking her. She could still feel it, icy on her skin, the terror of being treed by some unseen predator. . . .Read More Eleven: Tobias Goatherd