{Home}

He quietly slowed the horses down, with a hushed "whoa, girls". She barely noticed, and had the horse she was riding not been paying attention, they would have walked right into the back of the wagon. They had been on this trail for what felt like months, stopping only when it got too dark for her husband to see what small amount of trail existed ahead of them.

The young boy that was sleeping on her shoulder, pinned between her and the saddle horn, woke up and groggily looked up at his momma. "Whats wrong, momma? Why did we stop?" The boy's father was already at their side, reaching for the boy so she could climb off the saddle horse. "We stopped, son, because we're home," he said with a grin on his tired, dirty face.

She thought, perhaps, that she was dreaming. She couldn't remember when she last slept, so maybe she was hallucinating? She blinked, staring at her husband. "Home?" she asked, looking around at the land around her. How had she missed those hills? And the creek - why hadn't she noticed the sound of water rushing past her? It was like she had opened her eyes for the first time. She slid down off her horse, hugged her son and the man that had made her a mother, and with tears in her eyes, whispered again, "We're home."

❤️Richelle