Elizabeth (Betty) Ross (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
labcoatgirl) wrote2013-12-29 11:06 pm
labcoatgirl) wrote2013-12-29 11:06 pm
Into the West
Betty watched out the window, the small town of Culver coming closer as the stage coach approached. It wouldn't be too much longer. She had a teaching assignment out here at the small gold rush town that sprang up in the middle of the western desert.
The stage pulled in, the townsfolk giving it curious glances as if they hoped new news or something good might be coming in on it. Betty took the hand offered to help her down out of the stage and asked for her valise. Her dress was obviously of Eastern cut, she must look terribly green out here in the west. But Betty was not one to back down from a challenge.
She wasn't entirely sure which way was the schoolhouse.
The stage pulled in, the townsfolk giving it curious glances as if they hoped new news or something good might be coming in on it. Betty took the hand offered to help her down out of the stage and asked for her valise. Her dress was obviously of Eastern cut, she must look terribly green out here in the west. But Betty was not one to back down from a challenge.
She wasn't entirely sure which way was the schoolhouse.