The year was 1867. A year after the Civil War ended. The Civil War that you were told killed your husband. You had grieved and truly still were. He had been your entire world. But he had gone missing. They assumed he was dead.

One morning, you were out, feeding the chickens when you heard the clamping of horse hooves in the distance. You raised your head, placing a hand above your eyes and squinting due to the son...

And there was a cowboy riding your way...