THE ROCKING OF THE WAGON put Loi into a sleep like state as she dozed on the top bunk in the full sun. Time passed pleasantly and she daydreamed away, occasionally slipping into real sleep then back. The creaks and groans of the wheels didn't seem as loud as on the way up, or perhaps it was because they didn't have the twins, and their cousins, with their fractious attitudes and clear dislike of distance travel in a wagon. Loi personally loved the experience. Minus those four ...