Vicki was a town woman, mentally strong, but not physically conditioned for the wilderness. It seemed at times as if she wouldn’t make it to Saint Louis, but she did. She and Dan rode fifteen miles out of town to her sister’s farm.
The sister, Mary, was very glad to see her. She did not know what had become of Vicki out West, how Vicki had gone there to teach, and how she had ended up in a bordello.
“What have you been doing these last three years?” Mary asked when they entered the house.
“Lots of things really. Hard times. I’d rather not talk about it.” Vicki turned toward Dan. “I hope you will learn to love him as much as I do.”
Dan was surprised, but he quickly recovered. “Yeah, we got hitched in the territory,” he said. “Short and sweet.” He laughed.
There was an awkward silence.
Copyright 2013 George Lowell Tollefson