Elsa Dutton had never met another woman like her and her mother Margaret was damn grateful for that. The Dutton family was heading towards Montana when along the way another family joined their band of wagons. Kenzie and her family were also heading towards Montana she was from New York and a lot like Elsa they just didnt know it yet. Their band of wagons had grown since Elsa her family and a couple others started the journey and she couldn't keep track of all the people in the group anymore. She was lonely she wished she had a friend most of the girls were a lot younger than her or way too old for her. Her younger brother John had a lot of people around his age to play and hang out with along the trail. Till one day the two ran into each other. Kenzie was wearing a pair of her father's slacks and Elsa was wearing slacks she had traded for. She was trying to tie a rope around her waist so the slacks fit better when Elsa noticed her and knew instantly this girl was gonna be her best friend. She walked over smiling and laughing a little. Elsa: Ya need help there?