While the men took care of the animals, Amy hastily built a small fire in a circle of stones and set a pot of water over it to heat. Eleanor hugged her shawl around her shoulders and walked impatiently back and forth between the edge of the woods and the wagon. Amy had never known a woman like her. She didn’t offer to help with the meal or assist in any way. Her attitude showed that she fully expected the others to wait on her as if they were her servants. That irritated Amy, but not enough for her to make an issue of it. In a way she pitied the beautiful woman who was so unsuited to the frontier way of life. Rain and Gavin picketed the animals close by, put the harnesses and saddles beneath the wagon, then began to build a shelter. Rain threw a loop over the top of a young sapling and pulled it down for Gavin to hold while he brought down the top of another some six feet away. They tied the two tops together, forming a bow, and quickly cut off the small limbs. By the time the water in the pot was boiling and Amy was dropping in small chunks of meat and potatoes, a crossbar had been set in two Ys, a canvas stretched over the frame and secured to stakes Gavin pounded in the ground.
What do You think about Dorothy Garlock - [Wabash River]?
