The trading post was closed. Looked as if it had been since the owner walked off set. The past wasn’t for sale today, Donna thought happily, but the kids whined.
“Well, what can we do if the museum’s shut?” asked Brian, her eldest. “Maybe, go watch a gunfight?”
Donna peered through the fly-smeared windscreen, as if she might glimpse the answer. Seeing the future is easy – all you need is hope. To understand the past is much harder – that takes honesty.
“Why, we’ll get our kicks down Route 66 of course,” she said, the old song playing only for her.
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