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

Head West, Young Mouse: Transcontinental Railroad Traveler Book #3 — page 9
Maximilian decided to keep moving He could hear muffled voices coming from the wagon's drivers He walked slowly so he wouldn't lose his balance Finally Maximilian was able to brace himself on a nearby shovel He listened closer to the two men Immediately it became clear that one of the men was suffering from some kind of sickness We need a little bit of luck with those clouds to make it to camp by nightfall the man managed to say between painful coughs The valley we were told about shouldn't be too far away Who knows what the weather will be on the other side the driver replied We've been pretty fortunate so far The wagon swayed beneath Maximilian's paws Suddenly he heard a loud crash behind him He looked back fearful that it had been the time machine But only a jar of pickled eggs was shattered over the stained wooden floorboards Maximilian couldn't see the two men who were talking But their silhouettes stretched