Chapter 42 Rattlesnake

• *Chet*
• The morning sun rises steadily, casting long shadows across the open prairie. Unega emerges from our wagon, stretching as she takes in the fresh Wyoming air. Though she is weary from months on the trail, there is an undeniable strength in the way she carries herself. She is a survivor, a leader, my Luna. Watching her tend to her mother and younger siblings fills me with admiration.
• I wonder how many children we will have. She will be a nurturing mother.