Jessie Winchester

The lone white topped wagon came to a lurching stop, and Jessie Winchester loosened the reins wrapped around her wrist. She hid the busters on her hands from her aunt and looked across the river where smoke from hidden chimneys curled above the trees. "There it is Aunt Clara. The Rio Grande. Isn't it a beauty?" Aunt Clara sitting beside her on the wagon seat straightened her bonnet. "Yes Jessie. Finally we are here." They sat quietly looking at the river. Jessie wished she knew what her aun...