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I looked out on the lonely, empty plains of the Oregon Trail. Dust spewed up from the wagon wheels. The steady clop of the oxen's feet gradually got slower and slower. The shadow of the Contesga wagon reached out towards the mountain far off in the east. The sun hung low, dull, and tired, ready to let the mon take over. Everyone was tired. Pa was still whistling to the oxen as they graned and panted under the weight of their creaking yolks. Matthew and Christoph flanked the wagon on their horses. Ma sat on a wooden stool in the wagon, darning socks. Abigail was humming, playing with her yarn doll. Gracie was curled up in her small wooden cradle, sleeping. Gracie was curled up in her small wooden cradle, sleeping. I was sitting at the end of the wagon, my brown boots swinging down. I watched as clouds f dust coated my boots, legs, and the fringe of my blue cotton dress. A huge billowed out from under the wagon, and I watched as it floated away down the path, rising, swirling , spiraling up to the clouds, the sun's weak rays streaming through the sandy brown pattern of nature. The dust spread across the sky and then dissolved into the oncoming night.

My first story...any suggestions? i'll write whatever someone pleases, or i can post other story starts.