Chapter 1
Rock Creek, Nebraska
April 1872
Lara's gaze drifted from Joaquin's sleeping form to look out the window, where the sun's rays greeted her skin with a gentle kiss. Despite her initial reservations, and the obvious danger, Joaquin's persuasive argument had won her over. They had taken precautions to conceal his identity, and being far from California, the risk seemed less concerning.
Days melded into nights as they crossed from one destination to the next, chasing rumors and whispers that held the key to her finding her brother. Only a brief respite in Abeline gave relief to the relentless rhythm of their travels.
This nomadic existence had become her reality since leaving California. She carefully ran her fingers over the words written on the yellowed paper. Lara didn't need to read the letter any longer, its continents had long been committed to memory. It was now just a tangible reminder of the purpose that drove her.
The journey to Nebraska had been arduous, the vast expanse prairie endlessly before them, the monotonous chatter of the child beside her grating on her frayed nerves. With each passing mile, Lara yearned for solid ground beneath her feet, a longing for stability amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead. Despite her weariness, she found solace in Joaquin's presence, grateful for his insistence on joining her.
As the train eased into the Omaha station, Lara felt a surge of vigor run through her. The rhythmic chugging of the locomotive had been hypnotic at times, but now she was roused from her half-slumber by the commotion of passengers shuffling about, gathering their belongings. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced out the window at the bustling platform, where travelers hurriedly disembarked, eager to continue their journeys.
Turning to Joaquin she gently shook his shoulder. Joaquin stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he adjusted to the light streaming through the window. They gathered their satchels and made their way through the narrow corridor.
As they stepped off the train onto the wooden boardwalk, Lara couldn't help but pause for a moment, soaking in the crispness of the air. The scent of fresh earth mingled with the faint aroma of distant wood smoke, evoking a sense of familiarity and anticipation. It was a stark contrast to the confined space of the train, and Lara welcomed it.
It was a two-day ride to Rock Creek. They would spend the night in the local hotel and leave first thing in the morning. Lara counted the decreasing stack of money and shoved the papers into her vest pocket. She noticed the concerned look on Joaquin's face and sighed.
"What is it?" She glanced up at him and scowled.
"Nos estamos quedando sin dinero."
"Lo sé." Lara sighed heavily, feeling the weight of their dwindling funds. Years had passed since they began their pursuit to find her brother, yet there had been no sign of him. The reality of their financial situation gnawed at her, casting a shadow of uncertainty over their journey.
"He's out here alone." She tried to remind him the reason they were traipsing all over the country.
"Lara," he spoke with a serious tone. "David is not a boy anymore. He doesn't need your protection."
"You can go home any time," she replied, her jaw clenched. "I didn't ask you to come."
"Lara," Joquin almost flinched as her words stung his heart.
"Lo siento." She sighed and kissed his cheek. "I'm just tiered. I didn't mean that."
"But how many more years will you spend trying to find a shadow?"
"He's my only family left," she quickly wiped away a solitary tear that ran down her cheek. "Well, the only one I care about anyway."
"Lara." He scowled genuinely hurt by her thoughtlessness.
"I am sorry." She nodded understanding that family doesn't always mean blood.
She followed him quietly as they walked towards a restaurant. They were seated and both made their menu choices, and still he hadn't looked at her. She knew she had hurt his feelings. The clanging of the cutlery and murmuring of the other diners, the pair were able to have a brief respite to collect their thoughts.
"Perhaps you are right though," Pensively Lara broke the silence.
"Oh?" he mumbled between mouthfuls of steak and potatoes, his words slightly muffled by the food.
"If we don't find him this time," she conceded. "We should go home. It's not fair to keep you away from your family any longer."
"Lara, you know I would follow you into hell and back if you asked," he said earnestly, setting his fork down and gently taking her hand to emphasize the depth of his commitment.
"I know," she replied, smiling as she met his gaze. She didn't know how she would ever repay him for the sacrifices he had made over the past years to help her.