Louisville was a bustling gateway city and today was even moreso than normal because there were people arriving from every direction to join the wagon train that was heading west. There had been a new land appointed for homesteading and people were eager to push west and carve out a place of their own. William Hawthorne was the trail boss, and had 4 men riding shotgun for protection of the train as well. He'd had a good turnout for this one and he was making his preparations as the began to arrive one by one. Every wagon had agreed to pay the boss for his services and that money had to be paid up front. They were also expected to bring healthy horses, and cattle the desired, and enough provisions for a 6 to 12 month journey depending on their ultimate destination. This train had 3 stops where homesteads were being offered so the train would get smaller as they went. William was a large man standing six feet six inches. He had never met a man that could look down at him, and he rather liked that fact. He was intimidating and gruff looking but he was honest and he knew his job, so he had steady work taking people west. One by one the wagons arrived. They would pay his fee and add their wagon to the line up and wait for the others. James Donovan was one of those who joined himself to the train. He'd come from Ohio with his young daughter Sarah. He met and paid William Hawthorne and then drove the wagon to the back of the formed line and set up a makeshift camp of sorts next to it to await the arrival of the others. His daughter was making friends with the children from the wagon in front of them and he was glad for her resilient nature and ready smiles. She was very much like her mother had been and that was both a joy and sorrow to him. He missed his wife every day. Watching Sarah though, he knew they were right to leave all that behind and start anew. He made a fire and put some eggs and ham in the skillet to cook. He was definitely not a great cook but they were not starving. He was doing the best he could but these were the times he really missed Amanda. And were also the times he felt slightly sorry for Sarah having to eat the few things he knew how to cook. Still they were doing just fine, and she was a bright, beautiful child with an even brighter future if he had anything to say about it. He pulled the dinner off the fire and went to find her. He didn't know which wagon had the children but he could hear them not too far ahead.