Chapter 22: A Proposal of MarriageLate in the month of August, Olga pulled her buckboard to a stop in front of Tom Jackson's cabin. The noonday sun beat down with unrelenting heat and beads of water ran down the sides of her face. She knew the horses would announce her arrival. Tom would be in the tavern, if only for companionship. She was almost twenty and no young beau was on the horizon. The young men in Arles would have nothing to do with a Yankee girl, or one that went to a church that baptized infants and had preachers that talked in a foreign language. She pulled a small bundle from under the seat and strode into the cabin after knocking lightly. Once inside she wrinkled her nose at the smell, but set about her task. She knew Tom would be arriving shortly. They would have heard her
