Eyes of Eagles (42 page)

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In the late summer of 1837, Jamie Ian MacCallister, one of only two survivors from the battle at the Alamo, his wife, Kate, and a small group of friends had pushed deep into uncharted country that would someday be called Colorado. They kept on pushing until Jamie, who was scouting far ahead of the wagons, came to a long wide valley — a respectable creek running right down the middle of it, the valley nestled amid towering mountains. Jamie dismounted and jammed his hands into the earth. The earth was dark and rich. The pass he had used to enter the valley was wide and not likely to be blocked, at least for very long, by snow. The valley was lush with timber. Jamie rose, still holding the handfuls of rich earth and looked all around him. His long shoulder-length blond hair fanned under the breath of wind. He nodded his head and put the earth into a cloth sack. Then he mounted and rode back to the wagons. He tossed the sack to the big man called the Swede.

“How about that, Swede?”

The man smelled the earth, then fingered it. He grinned. “It will grow good crops, Jamie.”

Jamie rode back to his wagon, driven by Kate. “We're almost home, Kate. Just a few more miles. It's beautiful, it's lovely, and it's lonely, but I think you'll like it.

She smiled at him. “If you like it, I like it.”

A few miles further on, Jamie halted the small wagon train and pointed to the long valley. “Yonder she lies, people.”

The children piled out of the wagons and ran forward, the tall grass waist high on the youngest.

“Jamie, it's the most beautiful place I have ever seen!” Kate whispered.

“It's our home, Kate. We've come home at last.”

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