on their journey so at least he’d be able to stretch his legs for a few moments before continuing on with a fresh set of horses. he hated traveling by stage; it was the most uncomfortable mode of travel, especially when they tried to fit as many people into it as possible. sometime over the past two hours the youngster sitting next to him had fallen asleep and had come to rest against his side. chris had finally given up pushing him over to his mother after the fifth time. it was too hot in the stage to have a warm body pressed up close to his, he felt as 