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the trail. I never dreamed that we would not be passing a river for quite some time, thinking I could fill the other one later on down the river. With each mile we went, we got further and further from that river and as I watched for the next stream, it never came.
This is when I got very nervous and decided I would save what water I had for Bailey since he would be doing most of the work if he carried me.
Two days went by and still no sight of water and I felt myself growing weaker and my lips were growing very dry and beginning to crack and bleed. This is when I thought I surely would not make it and I climbed on Bailey and tied myself on with a rope that I had in my saddle bag.
I tied it just enough to hold me perhaps if I should pass out from exhaustion. We rode and rode and at times I was passed out and would awaken to see us still moving ahead. Bailey never stopped at this point.
When I woke up I would untie myself, stop Bailey, and give him water to drink from my hands and then crawl back on him and retie myself to the saddle. After a week, I saw a road that was much wider and looked much worn and as I looked down its path it seemed to have a clearing around it for a long way.
I knew that we had finally made it and this was a road that was made by someone and knew we should be able to come across someone soon. I steered Bailey in that direction and somehow he knew that this was the way to our salvation and he carried on.
It wasn’t long until I finally must have passed out because I do not remember much. I guess that Bailey must have found water somewhere along the way to stop and drink or the Lord made sure that he did not lack any water, because he carried on while I was passed out.
My memories are very few at this point and it was completely up to Bailey to get us to safety before it was too late.
Chapter Six
(Bailey Delivers)
Finding the road that Nathaniel spoke of was such a blessing and we were well on our way to getting off the trail, whether I knew it or not. Bailey somehow knew and understood that it was up to him and he was able to carry on the rest of the way without any help from me.
Set far back off a rock-covered road was a home of love.
Grayson Love had two young daughters Meredith and Mattison, who was called Mattie. He’d had a beautiful wife and mother once, but she had died during childbirth with her second child, Mattie.
The family consisted of God-fearing people and Grayson was left to raise his daughters as best as he could, without their gracious mother. He worked as a farmer and sold much of his crops in the next town, which was about fifty miles from them.
It took plenty of hard work from him and his daughters to carry on and to meet the demands of growing crops. Besides maintaining their crops and getting the harvest in each year, Grayson also tamed wild horses for those who found no patience to do so. People would come from miles around, hearing about him and his skills.
Meredith was known for her baked bread, blackberry pies and her venison meals she had learned to cook since her mother had died. She learned the hard way in the small cabin’s kitchen by experience of just digging in to get the job done.
Mattie, though, was two years younger and had no interest in helping with anything. She had grown into a very stubborn young girl and had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Before I met Mattie, she had suffered through her young years, blaming herself for her mother’s death and because of this heavy guilt she felt, she had no choice but to take it out on Meredith and anyone she could.
When I came into the picture I became her new subject to hate, and hate me she did. The dear child had no one to talk to about her feelings and her pa had all but given up, still praying that God would heal the child’s mind and heart, and not knowing how to help her.
Her sister Meredith had no idea what was wrong with Mattie and could not understand why she blamed herself and was
This is when I got very nervous and decided I would save what water I had for Bailey since he would be doing most of the work if he carried me.
Two days went by and still no sight of water and I felt myself growing weaker and my lips were growing very dry and beginning to crack and bleed. This is when I thought I surely would not make it and I climbed on Bailey and tied myself on with a rope that I had in my saddle bag.
I tied it just enough to hold me perhaps if I should pass out from exhaustion. We rode and rode and at times I was passed out and would awaken to see us still moving ahead. Bailey never stopped at this point.
When I woke up I would untie myself, stop Bailey, and give him water to drink from my hands and then crawl back on him and retie myself to the saddle. After a week, I saw a road that was much wider and looked much worn and as I looked down its path it seemed to have a clearing around it for a long way.
I knew that we had finally made it and this was a road that was made by someone and knew we should be able to come across someone soon. I steered Bailey in that direction and somehow he knew that this was the way to our salvation and he carried on.
It wasn’t long until I finally must have passed out because I do not remember much. I guess that Bailey must have found water somewhere along the way to stop and drink or the Lord made sure that he did not lack any water, because he carried on while I was passed out.
My memories are very few at this point and it was completely up to Bailey to get us to safety before it was too late.
Chapter Six
(Bailey Delivers)
Finding the road that Nathaniel spoke of was such a blessing and we were well on our way to getting off the trail, whether I knew it or not. Bailey somehow knew and understood that it was up to him and he was able to carry on the rest of the way without any help from me.
Set far back off a rock-covered road was a home of love.
Grayson Love had two young daughters Meredith and Mattison, who was called Mattie. He’d had a beautiful wife and mother once, but she had died during childbirth with her second child, Mattie.
The family consisted of God-fearing people and Grayson was left to raise his daughters as best as he could, without their gracious mother. He worked as a farmer and sold much of his crops in the next town, which was about fifty miles from them.
It took plenty of hard work from him and his daughters to carry on and to meet the demands of growing crops. Besides maintaining their crops and getting the harvest in each year, Grayson also tamed wild horses for those who found no patience to do so. People would come from miles around, hearing about him and his skills.
Meredith was known for her baked bread, blackberry pies and her venison meals she had learned to cook since her mother had died. She learned the hard way in the small cabin’s kitchen by experience of just digging in to get the job done.
Mattie, though, was two years younger and had no interest in helping with anything. She had grown into a very stubborn young girl and had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Before I met Mattie, she had suffered through her young years, blaming herself for her mother’s death and because of this heavy guilt she felt, she had no choice but to take it out on Meredith and anyone she could.
When I came into the picture I became her new subject to hate, and hate me she did. The dear child had no one to talk to about her feelings and her pa had all but given up, still praying that God would heal the child’s mind and heart, and not knowing how to help her.
Her sister Meredith had no idea what was wrong with Mattie and could not understand why she blamed herself and was
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