Kansas July, 1866 "My goodness, Anna," Sarah Blake said, eyeing her daughter's mud covered shoes. "Is it that hard to keep your shoes clean while just getting firewood?" "Sorry, Ma." Anna said, putting some wood on the fire, and flicking one of her blonde braids behind her as she stood up. "Never mind now." Mrs. Blake sighed. "Get some bowls from the chuck wagon for me, will you?" Anna moved to the chuck wagon, and got out a pile of bowls that would hold their supper of beans for Anna, and her parents. Anna sat the bowls on the ground near her mother and began helping her dish out the food. When they were almost half way through filling the bowls, Mrs. Blake said, "Anna, go call your father for dinner."