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hostiles. It sounds rather frightening when you consider what happened to the little girl’s family. Is life on the frontier difficult? I wonder what manner of things you must do without that we take for granted here. I also wonder about the school system; the difficulty in getting the things you need, where we would simply go to the store and buy what we need, your options must be limited. You mentioned friends and going to town to mail your letters. You apparently don’t have home delivery of mail, as we do. How far must you travel in order to get to the stores? I know there is now a transcontinental railroad, how far do you have to travel in order to use the rail service? I have so much curiosity and so many questions. After reading your letter last night, I spent the rest of the evening going over homework papers from my students. I did not grade your letter, however, I will if you like. Until the next time, and please make it soon, I remain,
    Sincerely, Number 9508.
    With her latest letter mailed and on its way to where ever number 9206 lived, Amanda lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. I wonder what he looks like.” As she fell asleep, she began to dream... Randall dragged her by the hair away from the house. A cowboy appeared, mounted on a white horse.
    The big horse reared on its two hind legs, knocking Randall back into the thorny rose bushes. With the hand no longer gripping her hair, Amanda stepped backward. The handsome cowboy leaned over and with one arm, scooped her up and across his saddle. The great white horse reared once again, landed and galloped away, leaving, Randall entangled in the rose bushes.
    She woke with a start, and rubbed her eyes. What a weird dream . While she slept, it had begun to get dark outside. She went downstairs just as her mother put dinner on the table.
    Her father was sitting in his favorite chair in the living room, the aromatic tobacco in his pipe flavoring the air. He was reading the Elmira Gazette.
    “Papa, I have something to tell you,” she began.
    “Yes,” he said. “What is it?”
    “Papa, I have been corresponding with someone, and I hope to marry him.”
    “Well good,” he said. “It’s about time.”
    “Papa, I’m serious,” she said.
    He laid the paper down and gave her his attention. “Tell me about it.”
    She began by telling him about the newspaper and her ad, and how she had written to a man from another part of the country. “I received this letter from him, in answer to one I wrote,” she said. “I would like for you to read it.” She handed him the letter.
    He read the letter; then he read it again. “You’re serious about this?” he asked.
    “Yes, Papa, I’m serious. What do you think?” she asked.
    “I would worry about you going off to some place on the other side of the country to meet someone you don’t know. I think I understand your reason. It’s natural to want a family. Frankly, I hated to see you wasting yourself on someone like that Randall. He’s no good, but I didn’t want to interfere. You’re grown and old enough to make your own decisions, right or wrong. I hope this works for you.” He looked at her, and said, “You deserve someone kind and good, and this fellow seems to be that type.”
    “Thank you.
    “I’ll set the table, Mama,” she said.
    “I’m glad you told him,” her mother said.
    “I intended to tell him, but I wanted the time to be right, tonight seemed to be the right time,” Amanda said.
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    The Lazy K Ranch…
    A letter from Number 9508!
    I have been waiting for this .
    After reading through the letter two times, he decided to answer it right away.
    Dear Number 9508, It was so good to hear back from you. I guess I must have gotten at least a C+ on my letter, huh? I know my penmanship needs to improve, but I do the best I can considering what I have to work with.
    I don’t know how much Abby saw that day, no one does, but if she saw half of what I saw, it was far too much for anyone