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The Concord Coach
By Phyllis Naegeli |
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1 The inside of the Concord Coach was hot and dusty. The bouncing of the carriage was making my back ache. The dusty trail stretched out ahead of me as we rode down the trail. Suddenly the horses reared, and the driver shouted, "Giddy up!" I was sent flying back into the leather seat with a start as the horses raced at the driver's command. Desperately, I pulled myself up to the window to find out what was happening. Behind us in a cloud of dust, I could vaguely make out shadows of men on horses.![]() |
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