"Are you staying with us?" "No. I reckon we'll winter at Snedeker's." "The noises you'll hear at Laramie will be hearts breaking," Dunbar assured him. "Going on to Oregon when the weather breaks?" "That's right." "I've a notion to do that myself. My time is up in June. You know, I used to dream of going back to Boston and spend my time smoking a pipe and wearing slippers when I got a pension. Now I know I'd be lost in Boston." "Why don't you come to Oregon? I hear it's a big country." "Sure," Dunbar smiled. "I'll stake a claim near you and spend all my time playing with these kids." "The kids wouldn't mind." "Neither would I," Dunbar said earnestly. "Wish I could see my way clear. When are you leaving?" "Tomorrow morning, I reckon." "You won't have any trouble. A patrol went down yesterday and broke a track. I'd ride with you myself if I wasn't expecting a load of freight." "Then you do get freight in winter?" "Oh sure. But it's three times as hard to get it here in winter as it is in summer. Three times as expensive, too. The summer rate per pound between here and Independence is a little short of ten cents. The winter rate is almost thirty-two cents." "Whew! And I need supplies!" "Laramie's the place to stock up," Dunbar assured him. "You'll buy anything here at just what it would cost you in Independence plus freight, and you'll get summer freight rates on what's here now. That's a lot better than it was. I've seen the time when coffee and sugar were $2 a pound at Laramie, and flour sold for $40 a hundred. It still does at some of the trading posts. The mountain men who run them know how to get an emigrant's last nickel. That's why it's better to stock up here." "Suppose an emigrant without any money comes through?" "Plenty of them don't have any, or at least they say they don't. They get enough to see them through. One purpose of this fort is to help emigrants, and letting them starve isn't helping them." "You run away now, Daddy," little Emma directed. "We must get our fort built." "Orders from a superior officer," Dunbar grinned. "I'd better report for duty." Unostentatiously, Joe re-entered their quarters. He frowned worriedly as Emma looked up from behind her mending. He said, "I found out about this Gearey. He seems to be no good." Her eyes revealed nothing. "Thank you, Joe." "We'd best keep Bobby away from him, don't you think?" She smiled briefly. "There isn't any need to worry." Joe looked at her in consternation. Then he said uncertainly, "I thought I'd better tell you before I go down to the stables. I'll be back in an hour or so." "All right, dear." She continued sewing placidly.