Everything was settling in their new life, until Jonathan Rutherford waltzed in. She still remembered the last time they encountered one another, at the garden party of another debutante, Helen Peel. His father and Sir Robert Peel were finalizing the engagement between them and intended to announce it later that evening. Olivia was caught unawares in the garden by Jonathan, who proceeded to impersonate an octopus, a prime example of men in power who think they can take what they want. Samuel, the protective older brother, saw the looks men gave his sister and took it upon himself to teach her defensive skills. That evening, Jonathan sported a beautiful shiner and Olivia walked away, honor intact. She thought his ardor would be short lived, but he continued to a shadow in her life. He was one reason they went westward, to start a new life and to leave behind the pretense and societal expectations of a female heiress. Excusing herself from the dinner table, she approached the man, seething in anger. Walking past him and deep into the sitting room, where no prying eyes could watch, she turned and faced the insufferable bastard.<br/><br/>“Mr. Rutherford, I hope you’re not here on my behalf.” Eyes flashing, she glared at him. “When we last met, you were in the middle of being engaged. I hope your fiancé is aware of your whereabouts.” Everything about him, his tailored clothes, polished shoes, diamond lapel pin and signet ring, were symbols of the cage she was trying to escape. Laughing incredulously, he shook his head “My dear Miss Webster, my regard for you remains steadfast, however, I think your imagination has run away. I’m here on behalf of my father who’s invested in livestock of a local rancher.” She believed him as far as she could throw him. “Interesting out of the entire Western Territory, he would invest in livestock that happens to be in the same town I'm in.” She stepped closer and growled, “Stay out of my way, Mr. Rutherford. You are not welcome here.” He watched her walk away, appreciative of the fine figure she cut.<br/><br/>Walking back to the table, she refused to make eye contact with anyone. At the moment, all men were creatures she did not want to associate with. Keeping polite conversation going, a skill instilled early in life, she kept calm and carried on until the girls were done eating. Her appetite spoiled for the evening. Thanking Mr. Walker for the company, they left after asking Mabel if they could purchase just enough food to tide them over until tomorrow. If it wasn't for Daisy, Anna, and now a schoolroom of children, Olivia would have packed her carpet bag and ridden out that very night. What she didn't realize was her refusal to act in accordance to society's expectations, fueled some men's desire to tame her. Mr. Walker, being mindful of their walk home in the dark, accompanied them to their front door. Tipping his hat, he continued his rounds. Olivia made sure to check the bolt in the door before they retired for the evening.