Oh no! Eh, it'll walk it off. Oxen don't really die in this game, unless they drown. Hm... Oxen > People? Nahhhh...
But hey, we reached Fort Laramie without too many hitches! I wonder how the fort stays impossibly white all the time...
Shouldn't this be closer to Missouri?
Thanks to Q9 and Ember's incredible survival skills, we found some fruit! What kind? I don't know, we just got 20 or so pounds of it! ...What, did we pick up the whole grove and store it in our wagon or something?
Quick! Get a dentist, get a surgeon! ...Oh wait.
*fixing*
FAILURE. Apparently, we can't fix wooden tongues. Such a shame, tsk tsk.
Let the great trade off... Begin!