Chapter
he heat from the September sun was like a physical
assault to the young woman who stepped down from
the train at the Austin depot. Her ivory cheeks were
slightly flushed， and a few vagrant tendrils of ravel~
black hair escaped the chignon under her hat. She fanned a
lacy handkerchief in front of her face as she eagerly scanned
the crowd for a familiar brown Stetson， and the tall， whim
haired man who would be wearing it.
A sizable throng had gathered at the depot for the arrival of
the noon train from Fort Worth. Families e~ returning
prodigals， while others waved goodbye to passengem board-
ing the train. Commissions to write soon and be careful were
issued in a cacophonous blend of English and Spanish， with
the train s hissing white steam and sharp whistle providing
the percussion for this discordant orchestra. With amazing
alacrity， por~rs wheeled long， flatbed carts loaded with lug-
gage， managing to skirt old ladies， businessmen， and young
children.
Mexican women dressed in bright， full skirts strolled the
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