It would be nice to get away from the wagons for a while.
When all the wagons were ready, she snapped the whip over the back of the mules.
She waited until the others were in their wagons and then slapped the lines to the backs of the mules.
After the camp was cleaned and the wagons were ready to roll, she smiled up at Bordeaux.
The artillery and baggage wagons moved noiselessly through the deep dust that rose to the very hubs of the wheels, and the infantry sank ankle-deep in that soft, choking, hot dust that never cooled even at night.