Is that how they fight them in Spain

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Is that how they fight them in Spain, someone shouted from behind a wagon nearby? A small crowd surrounded Lorenzo and a few of the younger men carried him off far from where the remaining whiskey was kept and assisted in setting him up in a wagon with a large snowball pressed against his forehead. It was now late November making travel almost impossible and the snowfall was constant with unmerciful wind blown snowdrifts covering the group everyday. Word finally passed between the travelers to construct any type of shelter strong enough to get through the winter. Folks panicked and a couple from Kansas tried to walk out into the white ibis only never to seen again. At least that’s what Potts Miller told the rest of the party who claimed he told them not to try it but they were white with fear so they continued on. Benjamin and Katie O”Neil were a handsome couple filled with new hopes and envisioned a joyous future in California. They didn’t seem to mind being the second to the last wagon knowing Miller followed close behind them. They had a small brown dog named, “Possible” and he left his droppings knowing were Miller would step. 

There were a lot of critters on the trail with the group but this small dog had a mind of his own. Everybody on the train called the white colored dog “Posse” for short and before the snows started in fall Posse scared off a grizzly bear that had it’s sights set on Doris. After the incident Posse and Doris were inseparable with Doris even allowing Posse to jump up on her back and ride for miles. Posse was the joy that seemed to help the group endure some of the hardships so when Posse and the O’Neil’s disappeared there was a great deal of sadness throughout the camp. Doris stopped eating for a time and stood out in the freezing snows calling out late into the night to a lost friend that never returned. Gerald Higgins tried to remain calm in front of the group knowing deep inside his soul they were all doomed. This being his first trip to that land of milk and honey this tiny band of just twenty folks lay heavy on his mind. Now that the O’Neil’s and Posse were missing and presumed dead two others couples were now set to throwing the dice to turn and head back. 

The frightened travelers shouted at Higgins and some of them even cursed at him in front of their children. “We elected you to get us through these mountains”, yelled one man clutching a blue scarf around his neck. Higgins shouted back fearing it was a long shot at best and sensing the worse,  “ we’ll just have to wait out the winter”.  We’ll end up just like the Donner’s someone screamed from the group causing some mothers to weep uncontrollably. “ Were short on provisions and our stock won’t make it”, yelled out Myra St. Clair a close friend and traveling companion of Higgins. Higgins was a merchant before turning trail blazer and Myra helped him hawk his wares. Myra was a beautiful woman with a hourglass figure and a face like a angel. Her long silky hair was jet black with shades of amber brown and her light green eye’s were warm and inviting. She helped Higgins back in Kansas where the journey began and insisted at organizing the trip. Rumors had it Myra once worked as a saloon girl and for a price would serve more that just whiskey to anyone with the money.