I was leading my mule into town to be shod, uncertain what I was going to do after, when I saw the wagons. I knew where they were headed - west. West to Oregon.
I'd probably have paid them no mind, except for three things. First, it was one of those fine early April days that starts the sap to running and just naturally makes a man's foot start to itch. Second, Pa and me had a fair-sized argument that morning and I was still feeling rankled. Then, of course, there was the girl.
Original title: Cato Wahl
Genre: Fiction→ Western