FROM GUNSHOT TO HOMESTEAD
Roberta Carlile traveled west with the old man and the little girl, and many times she realized she did not care where the destination would take her. The man she loved was gone, and if he was not beside her, what did it matter if she spent her days in a covered wagon facing the blazing afternoon sun, huddled down through the drenching showers and suffering the endless days of moving on . . . and on . . . and on . . . What did it matter if the wagon was taking her into a life that stretched out before her as a bleak unknown? Uppermost in her mind was the protection of the little girl that fate had left with her . . . the child she had promised to protect.