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cattle would require seven people to manage them?
    As she sat on the bed, her mind wandered, pondering what she had just read . I need to get another letter in the mail. I don’t want him to be wondering if I’m going to write back. I wonder if he has been writing to anyone else.”
    “Who are you talking to?” her mother asked. 
    “I didn’t say anything,” Mama.
    “I heard you talking to someone,” her mother said.
    Carrie opened the door. “I was talking to myself, Mama.  There’s no one here.”
    “Your Papa is really upset with you from the other night,” her mother said. 
    “I don’t think he’s upset with me. The reason he is upset is I told him I am going to share a space with Sue Ann. He wanted to talk to you first.”
    “We talked. He doesn’t understand my trying to help you with Mr. Chalmers. I explained it to him, but his only concern was that you might move.”
    “There is no might, Mama. You just don’t see how strongly I feel about this. I will be moving tomorrow, when I get home from school.”
    “You don’t mean that, Carrie. This is your home.”
    “It was, but not anymore. Mama, let’s not argue this last day. It won’t accomplish anything . Please?”
    Her mother turned and left the room without saying an ything more.
    When her father came home that evening, she said, “P apa, I will be moving tomorrow. I know you tried, but it hasn’t changed anything. I love you, Papa.” She threw her arms around his neck, and said, “The war brought us to this, Papa. It would have never happened if Joshua hadn’t been killed.”
    Her father patted her on the back and tried to console her.  His voice choked with emotion as he said, “I know Punkin.  I know. I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through this. Your Mama is trying to do what she thinks is best for you.” He left the room, shaking his head, puzzled over the things that were causing his daughter to leave.
    Carrie sat at the small desk in her room, blank paper in front of her. She dipped the quill in the ink well and began to write.
    “Dear Sir,
    Please reveal my name to Number 920. I thank you for your assistance in my quest. Sincerely, Miss Carrie Robbins.
     

 
     
    chapter Nine
    I Am Carrie Robbins
    Dear Case,
    It is so nice to put a name to the image I have conjured up for you. Thank you for revealing your name . It makes me feel as if I actually know you. I have asked the editor to reveal my name also. 
    I live in the small town of Oxford, Ohio, about thirty-five miles from Cincinnati and the Ohio River. It would seem to be approximately the same size as Helena, albeit, much older. 
    Oxford Female College, which I attended is here and is well known. The town's economy is centered on Miami and Oxford Colleges. Papa teaches at Miami College. Most of the surrounding land is used for growing of wheat.
    Your being so forthright in the hazards of your area i mpresses me. I am pleased you were unharmed in your recent conflict with the Sioux. Also, I hope your sheriff will be able to tame the lawless element in Helena.
    My mother has continued to insist I marry… anyone. I fear she worries about what is to become of me when they pass on. I talked to Papa about my feelings and told him I intended to share a friend’s living space. He talked to Mama about it, but nothing has changed. I have moved in with my friend, Sue Ann Hicks, who also teaches at the academy. It is a much calmer situation than I had at home.
    I would like to hear about life on a ranch. What do you eat ? Do you grow your own vegetables? I would imagine beef is a staple of your diet. Do you have water in your house?
    There is so much I don’t know and so much I want to know. How large is your church? It was nice to hear the schools are progressive. I was born into an academic env ironment and education is important to me.
    Please write soon. Since we can now communicate d irectly with each other, it should significantly reduce the time involved.
    I remain,