(So another "slow burn". If you expect action right away go find a different story.) ;)
Abigail. had to leave Boston. It wasn't just the terrible winters, she could handle those. After the war between the States, Boston had just become too crowded. She needed wide open spaces. Also she didn't have much family in the Boston area. Abigail knew she had to make it on her own she decided to head West. She figured she could teach somewhere on the unexplored prairies.
So she took a train from Boston to Chicago. In Chicago, she had to switch trains to head further west. There in Union Station she struggled to get her luggage on the westward bound train.
"Can I help you with your things ma'am?" came a kind voice.
"Yes, please. I don't have much but I can't seem to manage it." said Abigail.
"I'm Gavin and I'm the conductor on this track from Chicago, to Denver. Where are you headed?" asked Gavin.
"I'm Abigail..but everybody calls me Abby and I don't know where I'm headed. I'm from Boston and I want to teach somewhere out West that's not a big city. I don't suppose that you'd know of anywhere that needs a teacher?" asked Abby.
"As a matter of fact, Abby I do. It's my hometown, Antelope Hill, in the middle of Wyoming. It's a small town of only about 100 people. But, the kids do need a teacher. There's no ocean like Boston, but there's a nice lake nearby. So if you can handle a place like that, we'd be glad to have you." said Gavin eagerly.
"It sounds as good anywhere. I'd like the lake. I love the water and wide open spaces. If the kids need a teacher then I'm the lady to do it." Abby determainly said.
"Well, I'll drop you at the station there and when I have my week off next week, I'll get you all squared away with the school board."