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Endeavoring to Persevere
So close, and still so far away. For Obeta could see the smoke coming out from the chimney of their house, but on the high plains, nothing is nearly as close as it seems to be from a distance.
It was disheartening to see that at least a foot of new snow had fallen, but at least she had gathered enough thatching material to patch the hole that had formed in the southwestern corner of the roof during the last big blow. With ominous clouds gathered overhead promising more to soon come, she pressed on.
The irony of the situation was not lost on Obeta. For one of the last things her poppa had said to her was that one must be willing to always endeavor to persevere in order to survive out in the wild and wooly west. He had drew a line in the sand that day for a young girl he believed was not ready, and she had dared to cross it by following one of the hired hands on what she believed would be a great romantic adventure.
Had God also drew a line He was daring her to cross? For the edge of where the heavier snow had fallen formed a straight line that could be clearly seen going for miles in both directions, and here she was about to cross it. The thought of her being such a rebel made Obeta smile.
So close, and still so far away. She would be home soon enough…she hoped. Yes, as long as there was some hope to cling to, Obeta believed that she could endeavor to persevere.
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