Ahead lay San Francisco and all their golden dreams.But that was more than a half continent away. All the six members of Plunketts Players could see now in the mid-after noon of april 3rd 1853 was the dreary road to Busted Heights Missouri.
Fortune Plunkett the groups leader braced herself against the bumping of their gaudily painted wagon.The troupe had been traveling since sunrise and there wasnt a bone in her body that didnt ache from jouncing and rattling.
Even more annoying then the jouncing was the fact that she had been sitting next to Aaron Masters all day long and he had virtually ignored her for that entire time.As she glanced up at him now ond of the wagons wheels thudded into a mud hole. The wagon lurched sideways and Fortune took the opportunity to fall against Aaron digging her elbow into his ribs as she did. THE END please read→Did u like part one well next week part 2 ps:today is 4-27-12. Leave a comment if u liked it hope you enjoyed ps: dont send any bad comments. [)