I knelt in front of her stone, and brushed away the moss that clung to it. An electric surge passed from the stone to my hand. Rebecca was with me. I wandered about the pathways, checking the other inscriptions, identifying those who connected me with the past. But it was Rebecca that remained in my mind. Random thoughts brought me snippets of her life that I had not learned from my cousin. Rebecca had been the undisputed matriarch of the family in Connecticut. It had been she who had decided, at an advanced age to seek the adventure of the West, and it was she who had commandeered her family to take her there. Indiana had been as far as she could go.