The wagon rolled to a stop in front of the ranch house. It was sturdier than Rebecca had imagined, with logs stacked high and windows that seemed to peer out like eyes.
Harrison climbed down first, helping Martha to the ground. “Welcome home,” he said, trying to inject warmth into his words.
Martha took a deep breath, letting the clean, crisp air fill her lungs. For a moment, the weight of their journey seemed to lift.
Rebecca jumped down from the wagon, her feet hitting the earth with a soft thud. She stood still, taking in the sights and sounds of their new home.
The distant cry of an eagle echoed through the air, a reminder of the wildness that surrounded them.
As they began to unpack their belongings, a sense of purpose settled over them, mingling with the uncertainty that had been their constant companion.
Each item they carried into the house was a piece of their past, a fragment of the lives they were leaving behind.
Yet, with each step they took, the promise of a new beginning became more real.
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