*Chet*

Getting the wagons across the river at the place I’ve shown to Mac is no trouble whatsoever. It’s the second day of our journey away from the smaller group of wagons when we hit the shallowest point, and I tell him, “This is where they should cross,” through the mind-link.

He nods and looks to the sky. “We’ve got a couple more hours of daylight. Reckon we can get everyone across?”

Before I answer I take a few steps into the water. It barely covers my paws, so I wade deeper. The river is wider here than it was at the point where Sanders had the other wagons cross,...