Black Storm Comin'WANTED: Young, skinny, wiry fellows not over eighteen. Must be expert riders. Willing to risk death daily. Orphans preferred. When Colton Wescott sees this sign for the Pony Express, he thinks he has the solution to his problems. He's stuck with his ma and two younger sisters on the wrong side of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, with no way to get across. They were on the wagon train heading to California when Pa accidentally shot Colton and then galloped away. Ma is sick, and Colton needs money to pay the doctor. He'd make good money as a Pony rider. he also needs to get to California to deliver freedom papers to Ma's sister, a runaway slave. The Pony Express could get him there too... Does Colton have what it takes to be a Pony Express rider? And if so, will traveling the dangerous route over the mountains bring him closer to family, freedom, and everything he holds dear? |
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... Fred Campbell-Craven for guiding me along the western end of the Pony Express route and to Susan Covington at Gold Trail School for providing additional research materials. CHAPTER ONE On the morning of September 16, 1860, my.
... Fred Campbell-Craven for guiding me along the western end of the Pony Express route and to Susan Covington at Gold Trail School for providing additional research materials. CHAPTER ONE On the morning of September 16, 1860, my.
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... morning I caught the look on his face. When I close my eyes, I still see it. With no words at all it said, I'd soonershoot myself as my son. It was the last look I ever got from him. We were somewhere in Utah Territory. God only knows ...
... morning I caught the look on his face. When I close my eyes, I still see it. With no words at all it said, I'd soonershoot myself as my son. It was the last look I ever got from him. We were somewhere in Utah Territory. God only knows ...
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... mornings I liked doing that. Gave me time to think. Gave my feet time to uncurl and spread inside my boots, set for another long day. But this morning, as I stepped outside the circle of wagons, I was balancing on my toes cross the ...
... mornings I liked doing that. Gave me time to think. Gave my feet time to uncurl and spread inside my boots, set for another long day. But this morning, as I stepped outside the circle of wagons, I was balancing on my toes cross the ...
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... morning by his own wagon and killed flat out. We only made eight miles after stopping to bury him. So that we could make our miles each day, we had to rise at four every morning for chores and be hitched and ready to move out at six ...
... morning by his own wagon and killed flat out. We only made eight miles after stopping to bury him. So that we could make our miles each day, we had to rise at four every morning for chores and be hitched and ready to move out at six ...
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... morning. I shook my head and squatted. “Good morning yourself, you sorry animal. Find anything to eat?” I scratched behind his ears while I spoke with him. The hairs there were stiff with yesterday's sweat and caked with the white dust ...
... morning. I shook my head and squatted. “Good morning yourself, you sorry animal. Find anything to eat?” I scratched behind his ears while I spoke with him. The hairs there were stiff with yesterday's sweat and caked with the white dust ...
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