The next morning's breakfast was silent. Victor didn't even look to Logan while they ate, he just quietly poked his chicken meal and stood to make sure everything was packed and that they had water. As well as check the small cabin to make sure nothing was forgotten.
"I hung the clothes and blanket up after you went to bed," Logan muttered, "I know it's still a little damp, but it should be much drier."
The elder just glanced at him, fastening the bags tight and glancing out the window. The sun was barely up. It was undoubtedly freezing outside but this was the best time to go since they'd be walking and hitching some of the way.
"Do you want me to rinse the dishes before we go?" Another response of silence. Logan just sighed and cleaned the plates some before sticking them in a basket they had stuck their food and a layer of linen in.
Victor pushed an extra pair of socks his way as he donned his coat and boots, tapping his foot in wait for his little brother.
x
Soon as Logan was dressed they headed out, Victor being the closemouthed leader. At least there wasn't too much of a breeze yet. And with his brother ahead he could just step in his boot prints.
They walked for two hours before stopping for a drink of water and to catch their breath. So far there had been no wagons and no talking.
"Where exactly are we going in America?" Logan spoke up while they were relaxing. No response, "Do you know where or we just walking?" Still silence. The younger man sighed and sipped a little more water.
After a fifteen minute break they were back up and walking. The sun was coming out now and it warmed them up some, but the air was still chilled.
They walked another hour before Victor moved ahead. He'd heard a carriage going their way.
"Hey, think you got some room in the back for us?" Vic looked to the driver.
"How many of you is it?" he looked over to Logan, "If it's just you two then sure. Where you headed?"
"South, planning on hitting America."
The man looked to him, "What you got with ya?"
"Clothes, and food," he narrowed his eyes, not liking the question.
He nodded, "Hop in, I'm going that way myself."
Victor walked to the back and grabbed his brother's arm, pushing him up on the back of the buggy before climbing up himself. Doing all this without saying anything to his brother.
"You two in?" he glanced back before starting to drive off again, "I'll take you two as far as four towns over. Then you're on your own."
"That'll do," Vic nodded, reaching in his pouch and grabbing a strip of jerky. He noticed Logan looking at him and scoffed, turning away.
It seemed like his brother just knew every way to mess with his emotions. He sighed and turned to watch the scenery as they were carted.
Moments into his self pitying state he noticed a stick of jerky in his face. He glanced to Victor, who was holding it out. The younger man took the stick and ate quietly, "Thanks."
As expected, no response to his comment.
x
To get them to the town only took four hours, knocking a good two hours off travel time. Currently the duo were using available pots. With Logan using one Vic decided to buy some little items.
He mainly wanted to get something sweet for himself, "Can I get some candied nuts and maple syrup candy?" The woman smiled and got him the items he wanted, handing them to him, "Thanks," he saw Logan behind him. Without a word he handed him one of the bags of nuts and walked off.
"Where are we going to stay?" the younger man followed him, "Victor?"
The elder looked about, and went to find see about anyone was leaving further south. Maybe if he caught someone he and the punk could sleep on the back of a wagon.
"I'll send you a letter when I get there," a man kissed what could be assumed to be his mother as he hitched up his wagon.
"Where you going? If I may asked," Victor stood near him.
"Going towards the Harbor," he commented.
"Perhaps we can accompany you?" Victor asked. As the man started to give a skeptical look Victor pulled out a dollar coin, "We're really looking for a ride."
The man looked to Victor and Logan, who was standing not too far behind. The man shrugged and nodded, "Fine, I don't need the coin though. But I can use it," he took it and went to his mother to give it to her, "Hop in."
Victor climbed in, pulling his brother in after. This was great. They had managed to get plenty of transportation to where they needed to go.
"We ought to be there in six hours," he told the two, going to the roads to get there.
x
Hours had gone by and Victor still wasn't talking to Logan. It was tearing him up. He hated it. Why was his brother so good at this? Making him feel guilty.
"Victor?" Logan looked over, "I'm sorry. I really am. I shouldn't have made you think it was you. I should have just admitted it, I know you wouldn't taunt me. I just couldn't admit it."
The elder brother just looked at him as he made his little confession. Occasionally nodding in agreement.
"Please talk to me. You know I hate silent treatment." he sighed.
Vic just put an arm around his shoulder, "I forgive you," Logan sighed in relief, "We're almost in America. Just another day probably."
"Yeah, great. Just a question. Don't they have different money in America?"
Victor paused, "Well."