SEPTEMEBER 11, 1861

Brandon looked up when he heard the train whistle. He couldn't help but notice the four children that got off the last car. They were all girls. He looked over the paper that listed the day's incoming trains. He didn't see anything about the children arriving alone.

"Excuse me. I'm supposed to be meeting a wagon train of orphans here. My orphans are going to join up with them to look for new homes." The tall lean man motioned to the children behind him.

"You could see the sheriff. He might know." Brandon answered back as he nodded to his brother.

Aaron returned his brother's nod as he checked over the crates that had arrived for the saloon. He started to load them into the wagon.

Brandon finished pointing the man to the sheriff's office, and then helped his brother with the rest of the crates. "Sorry for the delay. A man was looking for some orphans he is to meet up with."

Aaron smiled. "No problem. Thanks for the help. You coming by the saloon later?"

Brandon nodded. "Yep, as soon as I can get off. "

Aaron smiled. "Great see ya there then." He climbed into the seat of the wagon and headed towards town.

Brandon smiled as he returned to his work.