The same wagon road the other five riders had taken, when they’d left the trading post in a hurry. The family in the wagon had taken this road south...too, when they left.“Moses, do you remember this part of the country from when you come down here before?” Duncan asked, as they rode the rutted, dry wagon road.“I remembered that trading post, and I remember we’ll come to another river down this way.”“What river, Moses? We just left the Poteau back there,” Eli said as he swallowed a wad of. ‘OK, time out’ she thought, ‘I’m not used to all this.’ Jenny thought she might lie down for just a bit. The bed was very comfortable and the only light was from the moon shining in the window. If she lay there and closed her eyes for just a minute or two, Jenny thought, she would be just fine….. Jenny’s eyes popped wide open. What was that noise? Without thinking, she ducked into the double-door closet on the far side of the bed and held her breath. Within seconds, the outside bedroom door. As of May 04, 2011, I have not finished the second volume of "The Storyof Leona." However, it is in the works!***A young student stretched his arms out in front of himself as he walkedaway from school, the bell having just run a minute earlier. "It's abouttime the weekend got here," he said to himself as he passed by severalgirls giggling together. "I can't wait to unwind for the day." As heapproached the gate of the school, the boy's face began to split with awide grin. "To think, in just two. “When Teresa was sixteen and Mark was eighteen, they had gone to a party. Actually, Teresa was not supposed to go to parties where there were older boys and drinking. However, Mark would cover for her with their parents. On one particular night, some of the teens got to doing shots on a dare. Teresa had never drunk hard liquor, much less done whisky shots. Normally she was very mindful on how much alcohol she consumed at a party, one or two beers at the most, but some of her friends egged her.