Of the Four kids living at the outpost, Brett was the eternal optimist. Even in the middle of nowhere, he dreamed Gigantic dreams. Every morning he gazed at the mountains looming in the distance. He wanted to venture beyond those mountains, and move west of the outpost. He was plain bored with life in the dusty outpost, but his family seemed content enough to stay put. Unlike them, Brett felt a deep restlessness drawing him away. Brett just shook his head. "You just need to change your outlook and consider the wider possibilities. One of these days I'm going to start walking and head right for the sunset, " he said, " and I won't stop until I'm Knee-deep in seawater." "You've been saying that since you could string a sentence, buddy, and you're still here," said his brother Charlie. "You'll see." It was through They,d had this conversation before, but Brett wasn't worried. One of these days, Laura, Charlie, and Marco would agree to go with him. If he could just convince them, how could ma and pa refuse?
