"I can sew too, smartypants," Cindy declared.
"Then why don't you?"
Cindy laughed. "I'd rather do almost anything else. Come on. Let's walk."
They strolled among the camps and wagons, and it seemed that every day brought more people who were determined to claim the free land in Oklahoma. A creaking wagon drawn by six oxen and commanded by a bearded man carrying an ox goad came in and stopped. The man smoothed his beard with his fingers.
"How far to Oklahoma?" he called to a man who was soaping a saddle.
"Hundred yards," the man said without looking up.
The ox driver stared across the border. He said, as though he had reason to doubt it, "So that's Oklahoma?"
"Yup," the other man continued industriously to soap his saddle, "an' you better not cross afore noon tomorra. They're kickin' more Sooners out every day."
Cindy shivered. "It's so exciting!" she exclaimed.
"Sure is!" Alec glowed.