The early morning sun warmed Goodie’s face and she stirred, sleep leaving her reluctantly. The sounds of laughter and the stomach-growling aroma of hot cornbread and frying ham pulled her off her pallet and out the cabin door. Outside in the bright morning sun, wash cleaned by last night’s storm, she found Pol and Castor sitting on the wagon, eating and drinking as an ancient, smiling Cherokee couple served them breakfast.
“I see that the scent of breakfast has woken the sleepy chickadee,” the old man said.
“Goodie!” Pol greeted her. “Meet our hosts, Wood-Axe and Rabbit. They’ve made breakfast!”