Olivia Webster, a tall shapely woman with fiery red hair and deep green eyes stepped off the train followed by two young children, both under the age of ten. The likeness between children and woman were unmistakable, sharing distinctive red lips and arched eyebrows. Daisy, blonde with unruly curls waited for her sister Anna, dark wavy brown hair cut short to catch up. Carrying their carpet bags in one hand and parasol and reticule in the other, the woman moved from the train’s platform on to the dusty street of the growing boomtown. It was hard to determine where they might find a lodging house and she stood undecided when the crack of a pistol nearby startled her. Daisy and Anna quickly moved closer, believing their aunt capable of protecting them from anything put on this earth.<br/><br/>A tall man stood further down the street over a crumpled figure, too far to discern what he looked like. It was the wild west after all, and the long journey from Boston had lowered her expectations of her fellow man. Unmarried, independent, well educated, and now guardian to her brother’s two children, Olivia had little time for trivial things. She took in the spectacle and led her nieces in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>Entering what looked like a general store, she held the door open until Anna and Daisy were well inside. The store keeper and his wife, curiously watched the stranger enter with two waifs. “Good afternoon, could you please direct me to the closet lodging house appropriate for a woman and children?” Their eyes wide with curiosity, they whispered to each other before giving an answer. Committing directions to memory, Olivia thanked them and ushered her nieces outside. The man she saw earlier in the street was walking decidedly in their direction. He was probably unprepared for her to stop him to ask which way might they find the McBay lodging house. Her glance was direct and unflinching, looking up into his brilliant blue eyes. This was a woman who would take life by the throat and make it hers.