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Chapter Eight
Jack had finally saved enough money to go to Santa Fe with Flora. Flora had been so excited about the trip. She talked on and on about Santa Fe with Nellie. Jack had told her stories about the west. They were both ready to jump off the train when it stopped.
When they got off and were finally outside, Jack didn't know what to expect. He had dreamed about a city made of clay, that was clean and green. But after eleven years, he didn't know what to think anymore.
What the Kellys found was a small town with a few wooden buildings. There was a saloon, a motel, a library, a few restaurants, a general store and a trading market. In the background were purple mountains.
"What do you think, Flo?" Jack asked his daughter.
"I love Santa Fe!" she exclaimed, running around.
Jack started to chase her. Flora giggled as she pointed out all the sights to Jack.
They stayed in Santa Fe for five days. Both enjoyed every moment. But by the end of their stay, both were ready to go back home.
As they ride the train home, Jack watched as Flora slept. She was so peaceful when she slept. Instead of that naughty eight year old there was a peaceful little girl. If Jack had gone to Santa Fe be wouldn't have had his little girl. He wouldn't of married Katherine.
Jack decided he was glad he hadn't gone to Santa Fe after all.
I think I'm gonna do a few one shots about their Santa Fe trip.
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