Head West, Young Mouse: Transcontinental Railroad Traveler Book #3

Head West, Young Mouse: Transcontinental Railroad Traveler Book #3 — page 5
field mice But he had certainly met his fair share that were scared by him Maximilian felt somewhat guilty that he was riding in the wagon in front of the ox So he gave her a friendly wave and smiled at her She smiled back and blew away a pesky fly The paths the wagons traveled over were hardly roads They were really just trails This particular one looked as if it hadn't been used in months The wagons jostled and rocked violently Maximilian was careful not to get too close to the edge of the wagon’s gate He clung tightly to a leather strap attached to the overhanging tarp He checked on the time machine once in a while It seemed to be working but that did little to calm Maximilian's nerves He feared it would tip over completely Without warning the wagon came to a stop The wagons behind them did as well The man driving the wagon behind them hopped from his wooden bench He patted his cowboy hat against his leg