The Mystery on the Oregon Trail

“Hey, Grant, have you seen where we
are?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s the prairie, duh!” Grant said,
never taking his bright blue eyes off the video
game screen. “You’ve been asleep forever!”
“It’s a good thing you got some sleep,
Christina,” Papa said from the front seat.
“We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.”
“Speaking of work,” said Mimi, “there’s
the sign for Independence city limits
right there!”
Christina watched the sign whoosh by
and fade away as they sped down the highway.
“What is that?” Grant asked, pointing
off to the side of the road at a long line of
giant, white arches covering boxy, wooden
wagons. In the front of each wagon were two
horses attached with harnesses. <strong>The</strong>y kicked
at the dusty ground with their rough hooves
and whinnied across the quiet prairie.
“That’s a train of prairie schooners,”
said Mimi.
“Prairie whats?” Grant asked, confused.
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