Maxwell Family Outting

Cooper glanced down at Mina as she leaned against his arm, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He clicked the reins lightly, setting the horses into motion, the cart creaking as it lurched forward.

Unreliable? he repeated with a low chuckle, shaking his head. Let’s just say this ol’ cart has seen better days. Had a wheel pop off once, right as we were haulin’ back a full load of supplies. Nearly sent me flyin’ into the ditch. Thought my heart was gonna leap outta my chest faster than that damn wheel rolled down the hill.

He gave a quick glance at her, his eyes soft with affection despite the gruffness in his voice.

But nah, we’ll be fine. The smithy’ll tighten it up, maybe replace a spoke or two. Nothin’ I can’t fix if it comes to it. He paused, eyeing the road ahead, scanning the horizon out of habit. Still, you’re right not to trust folks out here. We’ve had our share of trouble on these roads, but you know that already. Guess it pays to be cautious—keeps us breathin’ another day, at least.

Cooper let out a deep breath, the familiar creak of the cart wheels and the steady clop of the horses a comforting rhythm. He rested his hand on Mina’s head briefly before nudging her playfully.

But listen, you don’t gotta worry ‘bout the cart today. We’ll get where we’re goin’, grab what we need, and be back before sundown—no broken wheels or sudden disasters this time. He smirked, glancing at her list. And besides, with you ridin’ along, I’m sure things’ll go smoother than usual. I always could use an extra set of eyes to make sure I ain’t missin’ somethin’ important—like more biscuits. You did put biscuits on that list, right?

The question was half-joking, but the glint in his eyes made it clear he was only half-kidding. Biscuits were essential, after all.

@Wilhelmina