I was raised in New England by my bluestocking Aunt Charlotte. My mother died at my birth, and my father was killed at the first battle of Manassas. Aunt Charlotte, well known in Concord circles, saw to it that I had a good education. In fact, I was teaching in a Ladies' Lyceum in the Boston Area when a childhood friend returned home.
Fred Blackwell had been seeking his fortune out west, but came home when he got word that his parents had died, and he had an inheritance. I was captivated by his stories of adventure and riches in the west and refused to listen to the wiser counsel of my aunt and members of his family.
Tossing caution to the winds, I eloped with him and followed him westward. The little money that he received from selling his family's farm was quickly blown in various poker games and get-rich quick schemes. After following Fred from bad to worse, we are now in Deadwood where Fred promises that he will quit gambling once he makes his fortune.
He claimed these dusty roads would be our streets paved with gold, but Fred died. How is not important, but he was probably cheating at cards.
He is gone and I am alone in this place. I will survive; I am not sure how, but I will. Just watch me!
Feb 15, 2019 12:58 pmTombstone- nicely written!
Sep 29, 2014 02:14 pmNice segue into the new year! *S*
Feb 07, 2013 05:05 pmExcellent use of detail, and wonderful cliffhanging ending! :)
Aug 22, 2011 09:42 pmWonderful Post! I can't wait to read more. Very well written.
Jul 27, 2011 01:30 am