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Day 0 - Sunday, April 17, 2005

When I woke up, Sam was still in my arms. I could see the clock from where we were sleeping, so I knew we had plenty of time before our flight. I let Sam sleep another fifteen minutes, then woke her with a gentle kiss.

She stretched and groaned, then her eyes flew open. "Today's the day!" she said.

"Yep. It's going to take us almost all day to get there. The last leg of the trip is by charter, since there's no scheduled air service to Eastport."

"What time's our flight?"

"Nine-fifteen. We need to order room service while we shower and get dressed. Then, we'll take the shuttle to the airport. What would you like for breakfast?"

Sam said for me to hit the shower and she'd order breakfast. I wasn't surprised when she joined me in the shower a few minutes later. We didn't waste any time, but cleaned ourselves and got out and got dressed.

We finished breakfast and were checking out by seven-thirty. The shuttle picked us up at a quarter before eight and we were at the airport by eight. I had shipped the pistol and ammunition to Eastport by mail to myself at General Delivery. I didn't want the hassle of trying to send it through the baggage system at the airport.

It was a tiring day of travel. The charter aircraft we took out of Bangor was a little puddle jumper. I will say the pilot was competent and that leg of our flight was probably the most pleasant of the entire trip. We pulled into Eastport a little after four in the afternoon and immediately went to our motel and checked in.

The clerk at the motel told us of a good place to eat that was only a block away, so we went there for dinner. It was a family restaurant, but the food was excellent. We agreed we'd come back there for breakfast.

We made it an early night and turned in before it was even dark outside.

Day 1 - Monday, April 18, 2005

We got up early and had breakfast at the same place we'd eaten dinner. We walked around town for a bit and took in the sights, waiting for the post office to open.

Passamaquoddy Bay is absolutely beautiful. Neither of us had spent any time on the ocean, so maybe it was as much seeing something that was new to us as it was the beauty.

The morning temperature was cool or in my opinion, cold. As we were walking around, it had to be in the low 40s. I knew it would warm up during the day, but probably not as much as I would like. We had intended to discard the long pants and flannel shirts we had been wearing, but now we decided to wear them until the weather started warming up.

When the Post Office opened up we were waiting to get in. I inquired about a General Delivery package for Ed Hill and was informed it was here. I had to show my drivers license to get it, but I didn't mind that. We didn't open the package, but got another one ready to ship out.

I put my wallet and keys in a small box along with some small items Sam had and sealed it up. We had already addressed it to me in care of my sister. I put my drivers license, my ATM/Credit Card, and a little over $200 in cash in a small ziplock bag and slipped it in my pocket.

We went back to the East Motel and opened the package we had received. I loaded the .32 and put it in my backpack. We looked around for anything we might have missed and decided we were ready to go.

We started out walking north. We were getting a late start because of waiting for the Post Office to open and I didn't want to push it, so we decided we'd take it very easy the first few days. We had talked about going north and following the Canadian border across Maine, but the area is very wild. Since we were just getting started out, we decided to go almost straight across Maine and stick to areas where there were more towns.

Since we had a big breakfast, we just had some snack food for lunch. We basically strolled along SR-190 until we reached the town of Perry, about seven miles from where we started. By then it was late afternoon. While we were walking through Perry, we saw the New Friendly Restaurant and we decided to have an early dinner there.

We finished eating and headed southwest on US-1 toward Dennysville, ME. We were probably a mile out of Perry and were passing a nice wooded area when Sam said, "I know it's early, but this would be a nice place to camp. Would you mind if we called it a day?"

I agreed that it would be nice to knock it off for the day, so we left the road and walked back into the stand of trees. I don't think the temperature ever reached fifty degrees during the day and the colder weather seemed to drag the strength right out of you.

We found a nice area that was sheltered from the wind and set up camp. After we had the tent up, I went looking for some firewood to fix breakfast while Sam opened our sleeping bags and got them ready for the night.

"Do you want me to build a fire so we can try to warm up some?" I asked after I had gotten back.

"I want to get warm, but I don't think a campfire is the way to do it. Let's just get in our sleeping bags and see if we can warm up that way.

We went into the tent and Sam started undressing. I was watching her as I took my own clothes off. What I hadn't noticed was that she had zipped our two sleeping bags together to make one large bag. I shook my head, but went ahead and climbed in with her.

Sam snuggled up close, and her body was cold. I put my arms around her and held her close. "Are you sorry you wanted to come along?" I asked.

"No, I'm not sorry, Ed. Just lying here with your arms around me will make all of the hardships of the trip worthwhile."

"You know, this first part of the trip is going to be some of the hardest we'll see. First off, it's still cold in the northern states."

Sam giggled and said, "Tell me about it."

Sam rolled over with her back to me and pulled my arms back around her. "Secondly, this is a wilderness area. According to the GPS, it's about eighty-five miles to Bangor. There aren't any towns between here and Bangor that are big enough to have a hotel. We might find a grocery store, but I doubt that even."

I could tell Sam was starting to warm up. I know I was. Sam's wonderful naked butt snuggled up to my belly felt awfully nice. "Ed, I lived on the street and in parks for over a year. We can heat enough water on our camp stove to wash our naughty bits and pits. How many days do you think it'll take to get to Bangor?"

"I'd say at least five. We're going to be going through some pretty rough country."

"Then we have enough of the freeze dried food to last us. I'm sure we can replace our food in Bangor."

"True. I just don't want you to get discouraged, Sweetheart, I kind of like having you around," I said as I squeezed her body to mine.

We eventually drifted off to sleep, even though it was still early.

Day 2 - Tuesday, April 19, 2005

I awoke, still spooned to Sam's backside. My left hand was holding one of her delightful breasts. I started to remove my hand and Sam moaned and pulled it back to her breast. "Leave it right there," she said. "I've been enjoying you holding me since I woke up about a half an hour ago."

Now, I certainly didn't mind holding Sam's breast. When I had met her in the park, her breasts were a "B" cup at best. Now, after eating well since she had been with me, they were approaching a "C" cup. Absolutely perfect from my perspective.

"Good morning, Love," I said. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept like a baby. I know you weren't holding my boob when I went to sleep, but it felt so nice to wake up that way."

"It feels pretty good to me too," I said as I gave her boob a gentle squeeze.

Sam giggled, then turned over facing me. We shared a good morning kiss, then started getting ready to get up. Sam reached one arm out and retrieved our clothes. She pulled them into the sleeping bag with us and we let them warm up for a few minutes.

We got dressed then fixed a freeze dried breakfast. Okay, so it tasted like crap. Yesterday I had bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, and a stack of buttermilk pancakes with real maple syrup. Today I had powdered eggs with what was purported to be bacon. We ate it and I'm sure it was nutritious, but I was determined to find something better and Sam agreed.

We started to get into the swing of things today. We were walking at a good pace. We weren't going as fast as if we were walking on a highway, but it was a lot faster than yesterday. We decided to stop for a fifteen or twenty minute break every two hours, unless one of us needed to stop before then.

We were walking through heavily wooded hills and I thanked God and technology for the GPS. It would have been difficult to take compass sightings with the hills and the trees.

We took off a little after 8:00 AM and according to the GPS, we had made nearly five miles when we stopped for a break at ten. We hadn't talked much while we were walking and it was like the lack of conversation had built up like water behind a dam for Sam.

We were sitting, munching on a couple of power bars as Sam talked. She continued talking as she got up and walked about eight feet in front of me. She dropped her pants and panties down around her ankles, then squatted and peed, while still talking continuously. She wiped herself with a couple of sheets of toilet tissue then pulled her pants and panties back up. She put the tissue into her trash sack and stood there looking at me.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked with a grin.

"I have to admit, I did."

"I had to work myself up to that. I wasn't trying to embarrass you, I just wanted you to know we don't have to be secretive around each other."

"It didn't embarrass me, Sam. I don't know if I could do that in front of you or not though. When you came into the bathroom when I was peeing, I was too far along to stop."

"Awh, gee. I was hoping you'd let me write my name with it," Sam said, then she started giggling.

Okay, I had to smile. Sam is a delight, sometimes she seems more mature than I am, then she does something that makes me think she's a nine year old. I don't think that's a sign of immaturity though. I think and I hope she'll be the same way when she's forty.

"Anyway," Sam said, "don't you think a couple of power bars would make a better breakfast than we had this morning?"

"Absolutely. They'd weigh about a third as much again, but that wouldn't bother me too much. Yesterday and again this morning, I haven't minded the weight of the pack all that much."

"No, I haven't been bothered by the weight that much either. Besides, one meal would probably reduce the weight of the packs enough to make up for a week of the weight difference."

"Actually, I think it would take two meals, but that still isn't bad."

"Okay, boss, why don't we get back on the trail?"

I agreed and we started out again. I'd like to say the scenery was terrific, but we stayed to the low ground and there were so many trees that all we saw were trees. It was pleasant though and it was a little warmer than yesterday. My thermometer said it was fifty degrees at nine o'clock and it was almost sixty by noon.

Lunch tasted a lot better than breakfast. It took a little longer than I would have wanted, but what the heck. We were still back on the trail in just a little over an hour. The GPS said we'd come a little over eleven miles so far and neither one of us were feeling any discomfort from our hike.

By the time we decided to quit for the day, we had come over nineteen miles and according to the GPS we were South Southwest of Cooper, Maine. The town of Cooper has less than two hundred people, so we didn't think it was worth diverting north to visit it.

We set up camp close to a nice little stream. I think it would have been clean enough to drink straight from the stream, but we used our water filter and purifier anyway.

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Day 107 - Sunday, August 15, 1847 The next three days were more of the same. The mules toiled pulling the wagon and we helped as much as possible. We were all getting very tired, so we decided to take a day off. We picked a great day for it. I awoke to birds singing and sun brightening the canvass of our wagon. The four of us were naked and we had kicked the covers off during the night. I was between Sam and Cassie, and when my eyes started to focus, I saw Delia watching me across...

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Day 109 - Tuesday, August 17, 1847 We got on the road early, after another of Mina's wonderful breakfasts. We let Rawhide ride the horse Tommy had been riding and Tommy rode behind Mindy. I don't think he or Mindy either one minded that. The road was mostly down hill today and we made a lot better time than we had in a while. I think we probably made close to seventeen miles for the day. M & M rode on either side of Rawhide for most of the day. Every once in a while, I'd hear Sam...

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Kate proved herself to be an excellent trail cook when she made dinner for all of us that evening. She made an Irish Stew that was delicious. "Where are you from, Kate?" I asked as we were partaking of her stew. "I'm from Pennsylvania. We had a farm there. We'd had a couple of bad years before pa left to go trapping and we were also having problems with one of our neighbors. He and pa had a real feud going." "What happened with your neighbor after your pa left?" "He was quiet for...

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Cassie wanted to take a walk later that afternoon, but Sam and Delia said they wanted to help Maddy with supper. We started walking toward the corral and Cassie put her arm around me as we walked. I returned the favor and gave her a little squeeze. "Did the excitement earlier get you all fired up?" I asked her. "Yep. Why does something like that get my juices flowing? Am I some kind of pervert or something?" I had to laugh. "No, sweet love, I think what it is, is that our bodies...

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Day 127 - Saturday, September 4, 1847 When we took off on our first circuit this morning, Kate asked if she could ride with Sam and me. "What about Stu?" I asked. "Angie is going to ride with Stu and I don't like her mouth. I still want to do my part though." "Do you think Angie and Stu have a thing going?" Sam asked. "I think they do. Not that I'm jealous or anything. I just don't like to be called a floozy or a bitch." Sam and I laughed. "I don't think I would either,"...

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Monday, February 21, 1848 One of the things we had gotten for Christmas was a bed that was big enough for all five of us. I don't know what time it was when Sam awakened me, but it was early, or late if you want to look at it that way. Sam shook my shoulder and when I started to wake up, she said, "Ed, I think I'm going into labor." "Oh, shit," I said. I was immediately awake. "It's a little too late to be saying, oh shit," Sam said. I couldn't tell if she was angry or teasing....

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Sam: Preparing for the trip to St Joseph I awoke snuggled up to Delia again. I guess I must be related to a puppy as I really enjoy cuddling. When Becky awoke and started making her needs known, I held her to me and fed her a nipple. I'll swear it felt like the love was flowing out of my body and into hers. Feeding our little one was one of the greatest feelings I have ever had. At breakfast, Andy said they were going into town to pick up four wagons. I reminded him to check with the wagon...

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Sunday, March 19, 1848 Ed: Day 24 of the Dayton to Boston trip It seemed almost sinful to sleep late, then wander down for a leisurely breakfast. We didn't let that bother us, though. Kate had never been to Boston and she had never seen the ocean, so we decided to do a little exploring. We wandered around the city for a while. Since it was Sunday, all of the stores were closed, but there wasn't anything we wanted to buy anyway. I had always been fascinated by sailing ships, so I asked...

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Monday, March 27, 1848 Ed: Day 8 of the Boston to St Joseph trip We made over thirty miles today through relatively level country. We could see hills on either side of us, off in the distance, but none of them intruded on our route. We managed to ride close enough today to keep up a conversation. Ted is an interesting guy. He lived on a ranch all of his life, until his parents died a couple of years ago. Since then he has worked on building a railroad and he trapped one winter in...

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Monday, April 3, 1848 Ed: Day 15 of the Boston to St Joseph trip The area we were traveling through had some hills, but the traveling was easy. It was also easy for us to talk. "Ed, how did you end up with four wives, with one of them being a black woman?" Tina asked. "Cassie looked at me and asked, "Can I tell it, Ed?" "Go ahead, love." "Ed and Sam were together first. They were just traveling around, exploring the country. I had been having trouble with my father's second...

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The man dismounted and started looking at the hoof of one of the mules pulling the wagon. We walked over to where we could hear him mumbling about dad blamed mules anyway. "Howdy," I said as we walked up. "I'm Ed Hill. Are you having problems?" "Howdy, I'm Mort Stern. Yeah, this dad blamed mule has messed up his right front leg. I don't know what happened, but I'm afraid he's gonna have to be put out to pasture for a while." "That's a shame. They probably have mules here you...

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Sam: St Joseph, Missouri Andy, Rawhide, and Stu took off again this morning looking for livestock. I really wish Andy had been here, because not long after they left, a guy stopped by and asked if we were forming up a wagon train. He introduced himself as Mark Lester. "Well, Mr. Lester, we're looking to either start one or join one. We won't be able to leave for a couple of weeks yet though." "There's really no hurry in getting started. You could wait a month and still get through...

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Sunday, April 16, 1848 Ed: Day 28 of the Boston to St Joseph trip Wow! What a day! It started off innocently enough, but before noon, Cassie and I were shaken to our roots. Su Li and Tina pushed Cassie and Kate aside this morning and fixed breakfast for us. I'll have to admit, they are both good cooks. We got a nice early start and were making good time when it happened. I was riding, thirty feet or so in the lead, when four people stepped out into a clearing a hundred yards or so in...

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Friday, April 28, 1848 Ed: Day 40 of the Boston to St Joseph trip When rolled out of bed this morning, Cassie, Kate and I were as happy as we'd ever been. Today was the day we'd be back with our family and friends. While the women fixed breakfast, I worked with Billy, Jeb and Zeb to get a semi-permanent camp set up. We went through everything and made sure they'd have everything they needed until we could get back to them. Even with leaving Billy's group behind, we were still going to...

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The wagons were roughly surrounding a central, open, area. Mark rounded up all of the people who were going with us and herded them into the open area. When everyone was there he and Jim Crockett climbed up on a freight wagon and he started talking. "I'm Mark Lester and this is Jim Crockett. I am the Wagon Master of this wagon train and the guide who will get you to where you want to go. I think I've met about all of you at one time or another," he said as he looked around the...

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Prudence and Clell showed up right after supper again. We had done the shuffle on the wagons when we circled up, so I knew she didn't want to complain about the Jamisons again. "Mr. Hill, after the Jamison kids finally quieted down last night, Clell and I thought we were gonna get some sleep. It wasn't to be though." "What disturbed you, Mrs. Hankins?" "It was them Jefferson people. Mr. Hill, we could actually hear them fornicating in their wagon. That woman is too old to have...

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It was just after supper when I saw Sally go over and whisper something to Andy. He whispered back to her and she came back over by Sam and me and said quietly, "I was telling Andy I was going out into the bushes soon. He is going over to find Harter." "Okay, I said. "You might need to do this several times before we catch him following you." "Yeah, I know, but it seems like I feel him there every time I go out. Maybe we'll get lucky and catch him the first time." She waited a few...

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Sam: Ed and I held on to each other until I saw the jury coming back. "They're coming back already," I whispered. Ed hugged me tightly, then went back over to where he had been sitting. When the jury was seated again, he asked, "Have you gentlemen reached a decision?" "Yes, we have, Ed," Jacob Caldwell said. "We all think the bastard is guilty." "Do you all agree with that?" Ed asked. Every man on the jury nodded his head. I could see Ed let out a big sigh, then he said,...

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