MAY 11, 1861
She brushed herself off after dropping down from the stagecoach. She had been riding for a long time. Her legs hurt from sitting so long, so she massaged them to get some circulation into them and to make them feel better. It helped some.
She held her notebook close to her bosom and she had her little tote bag in her right hand. She turned around as the stagecoach driver handed down her suitcase. She thanked the lady driver, watched as the stagecoach drove away into the night, and then she walked to the front of the hotel. She let out a sigh. She was so tired of going from one place to another so quickly. She hardly stayed in a town for more than two days and she hadn't wrote anything to send to her publisher lately. She feared that all her writing talent had dried up. She sat her clothes bag down and opened her notebook.
With despair she closed it again for she had only wrote one sentence in it since she had been riding in the stagecoach all day. Most of the day she had fallen asleep in the coach. Since she was the only passenger she had used her tote bag as a pillow and had laid down in the seat. Lots of times she had been awaken from the bumpidy road. But every time she had found another sleeping position and went back to sleep. She knew it wasn't lady-like to lie down in the coach, but she didn't care. Her body was exhausted. Not that she had been doing any hard labor. She was just tired of searching, praying, and hoping that the next town that she came to would have her long lost brother.
She picked up her bag and held her notebook close again. She walked into the hotel, signed the registry, took her key and went up to her room. Ted was at the check in desk, and he didn't notice the girl's name that she had wrote. He was too tired to care, so he just leaned back in his chair and rested his eyes after the girl went upstairs. She felt quilty for signing a false last name, but she was too tired to dwell on it.
She went into her room, sat her notebook on the desk, left her bag on the floor, and sunk down onto the bed and didn't move until the next morning. She wasn't sure how long she would be staying in this town, so she wasn't sure if she wanted to unpack or not.
The next morning she ate breakfast in the hotel dining room. She had made up her mind that she had been traveling too much, and she was going to stop for a while. She wasn't sure where to look, what town to go to next to look for her brother anyway. So she would stay in this town for a little while, maybe if she stayed for a while she could get her creative juices flowing again. Then she could send her publisher another book and get her some more money. She was running low on money anyway.
She would check with the newspaper office to see if they needed a writer for a little while, but first she would look around the town. Make sure she didn't change her mind because she had only seen it at night. She wanted to get a better feel for the town in the daytime. She had liked the name when Dev had told her where they would be pulling in. 'Dreamville,' what a pretty name. But if it wasn't to her liking then she would go on to another town and hole up there until she wrote another novel to send East.