<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Day 1, April, 1866 - Bethie's diary<br/><br/>The ride today was dull. I sat at the front of the wagon, but there was little conversation between Jess and I. Our intimacy is all an act, but I wish one of the other women would talk more to pass the time. The scenery was mostly the same, although I look forward to newer lands. I have heard interesting things about the terrain out west.<br/><br/>Tonight will be our first as a group. Even though the sun will set, I must still maintain my role as a wife. Luckily, my prior occupation has allowed me to fake many things. I am not worried about holding up my own end of the agreement. Although my actions may be sinful, they are necessary for survival. I believe that God will forgive them for that very reason.<br/><br/>Part of me prays that my future entries will be longer. Such a future means that the days ahead are more eventful. However, I would not complain if we make it to the west without trouble, god willing.</span></em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bethie had been working in Missouri for some time. Although she was not an educated girl, she had a decent head on her shoulders. She knew that there was a possibility of being recognized on the wagon train. Back at home, her occupation was no secret. She had dragged along her finest attire, dresses that she previously only wore to Sunday service or weddings. It was far from her usual wear.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, the girl had a recognizable face. She was far prettier than most, and that made her memorable. She was looming over the fire, hard at work, when the brute approached her. Her recent job was rather effortless, but her previous work on the plantation was more demanding. It taught her how to cook and sweat.<br/><br/>Although she did not know much of the women, she did want to make something bearable for the group to eat. She felt as if she was doing the least amongst them, and she wanted to prove her worth. This made her concentrate on the stew. By the time she noticed the man, he had pulled her to her feet.<br/><br/>Bethie was wearing a sky-blue dress. It was loose in the sleeves, and white buttons traced down the chest. She wore a white bonnet and gloves. A massive bow, made of the same cloth as the dress, was tied around her hips. With her hair tied in a bun, she looked surprisingly formal. Still, it wasn't enough to give the man doubt.<br/><br/>It was far from the first time Bethie had been harshly grabbed by a brutish man. She had an urge to fight and beat him, but that would have simply played into his narrative. Instead, she faked a horrified expression and stood petrified in his grasp.<br/><br/>"Penny! Get Jess! Just get Jess!" She cried, playing the part of the helpless young wife. She was damn good at faking her feelings. As soon as the bucket collided with the man's head, Bethie slipped out of his grip and darted to Jess's side. She stayed close to her husband, but she didn't overplay her affection. She merely had to show to the group that the two were an item.<br/><br/>"I'm fine, thanks to you both." She said, brushing off the front of her dress. "I'll make sure the stew is delicious. You can have your fill before night falls, dearest." She turned back to the stew and continued her work. The woman didn't seem flustered in the slightest. She was still not fond of the Yankee, so she only spoke to her if she started the conversation.<br/><br/>