Winter of 1849

I ain't never had a woman yet.

Of course, I'd done a lot of dreaming.

There was this young'un on the next farm that I was always trying to catch.

She was a pretty thing.

Blonde hair, pretty hazel eyes.

never did see nothing like that before and ain't seen nothing like it since.

man caught me at the window.

He would have killed me if I hadn't killed him first.

Come on. I'm heading for that grub.

Come on if you're coming.

Sister, I just can't stand this godforsaken wilderness any longer.

Why can't we move into Silver City and live like real human beings?

Yeah, Martha, couldn't we just go down to First Spell, visit the stores and meet some people?

Why, we ain't been no place since Uncle Ezra died.

I'm sorry, Sister. It's been over a year now, and I'm lonesome, and I want to meet some men.

What are you saying, girl? You ain't even known a man, much less known what to do with them.

Now you two stop your squabbling.

I was thinking that come spring, I'd go into town and ask the Banker Wells if he could get rid of this place for us.

It's just too much hard work for womenfolk.

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