The weather wasn't easy on us.It had rained 3 days straight,Turning the dirt roads in to mud.
I came along the journey,Trying to help in any kind of way I could.My feet were sore from walking,I carried a bag,Owned door Louis Tomlinson.He and a man named Clark lead us to the west.He was tall and handsome,I admired him deeply.
I walked along door a wagon,Inside the wagon was a young man,Named Zayn.He was moving things around,Sorting out.
He dropped a chest,Then there was a thud.He had broken the wheel of his wagon.Louis on his,Horse rode over to him.
"Stop!"He yelled.
The rest of the wagons discontinued....
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