They were kids when their two families started West over the big prairies in Conestoga wagons.
They grew up sweethearts.

Both of her parents, and his mother, died before they were married.

Then, a little later, his father died, and they were alone.

I can imagine what their love must have been.

I have seen it still living in his eyes, and I have seen it in his strange hour-long dreams after he has talked of her.