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"What's over there?"

Roy raced to catch Sara He caught a faint whiff of her perfuered memories of Europe and the only other woman who ever captured Roy's attention When they stopped, Sara lovingly pulled weeds frorounds and tossed them out of the fenced area Roy had recently replaced the older wooden grave markers with real headstones Sara looked at Roy with a question randfather He built this log cabin in 1848 His wife over there, Rebecca, gave birth to my Pop, Thaddeus, that sa witha cave-in, he was killed in 1871 My pop, Thaddeus, on train heading west to California, when Indians attacked and killed everyone, except Pop's wife She couldn't remember her own name, so Pop called her Rebecca, after his hteen, then in 1880, they got married in town I was born less than a year later She was a frail woht months after my birth, she died I was raised by my pop until my sixteenth birthday Unfortunately, he was killed by Apache Indians one day while out hunting"

"Roy, that's too many deaths for one small family"

Roy nodded "It's et married?"

Roy's response was forceful "No, Ma'am!"

"Whoa Roy; that answer came a little too fast No woman of interest; ever? Not even someone who didn't know you were secretly in love with?"

A tiny sht so Who was she?"

Embarrassed, Roy looked down, turned and walked toward the cabin