1883
River Falls,Wisconsin

"You will not go! I forbid it!"

Ferd Anderson went to the fireplace and leaned his arm against the thick oak mantel. His narrowed, angry gaze fastened on his sister's face.

"I'm not a child, Ferd." Kristin spoke calmly despite her nervousness. "I'm twenty-three years old and-- "

"--A twenty-three-year-old spinster-- " he interrupted rudely, "who has enjoyed the hospitality of my home for the past ten years and who has never been more than thirty miles from the place where she was born."

Kristin refused to allow her brother to see the hurt inflicted by his remark.

"--And you expect me to allow you to travel alone to some godforsaken, uncivilized place called Big Timber in Montana Territory."

"Mr. Hanson at the Sentinel wrote that Montana will become the forty-first state soon."

"I don't give a damn if it'll be the first state! And what does that crackpot Hanson know about anything? You're not going there. That's my final word."

"Women have more freedom now. This is the 1880s, not the Dark Ages. I'm no longer a child. Technically you have no say in the matter."

"Don't I? Don't I?" he repeated, pushing himself away from the mantel. Outrage reddened his face, sparkled in his eyes and compressed his lips. "Who in thunder has been taking care of you all these years? Who put food in your mouth, clothes on your back and coal in the furnace to keep you warm? Huh?"

"You did, brother, and I've worked here in your home for my keep."

"--And as soon as the opportunity comes for you to pay me back, you get it into your head to leave my protection, grab an inheritance from a ne'er-do-well uncle and squander it."

"He couldn't have been too much of a ne'er-do-well. He acquired property."

"I remember my ma saying he was too lazy to spit."

"My mother liked him. Uncle Hansel told Gustaf that Uncle Yarby was a good-hearted man with an adventurous spirit who wanted to see some of the world before he settled down."

"Uncle Hansel!" Ferd snorted in disgust. "He left his sons nothing but a half dozen cows, a span of oxen, and a farm with a mortgage. He also left them a houseful of womenfolk to feed and a do-nothing dawdler like Gustaf who refuses to stay home and help ease Lars's burden."

Kristin was quiet for a moment. It would do no good to argue that Gustaf was not a do-nothing dawdler. Ferd had always resented him for his good looks and charming ways.

"I didn't realize that you considered me a burden, Ferd," Kristin said, in an effort to move the subject from Gustaf. She moved around the chair and straightened the white crocheted doily that lay on the back. "When my mother died, you insisted that I come here. And when you sold the farm, it was my understanding that my part of the money would go to pay for my keep."

"How long do you think that lasted? It was used up long ago."

"I've been an unpaid housekeeper, Ferd. A nursemaid to your children, a seamstress-- "

"Oh... oh-- " The trembling words came from Ferd's wife, Andora. "That's not true and it's mean of you to say so. You... came here and just took over. We gave you a roof over your head and-- "

"Be quiet!" Ferd snapped; and when Andora began to cry, he shouted, "Stop that!"

Andora gave a tiny scream, fell back on the couch and assumed her best pouting position.

Ferd turned back to the mantel again, breathing heavily. He was a big man; hardworking, prosperous, ambitious. His lumber business was growing along with the population increase in Wisconsin. He had planned to open a branch in a neighboring town. The money from the inheritance would have made it possible.

Fourteen years older than his half sister, he had paid scant attention to her other than to be aware that she was there, looking after the girls, tending the house for him and his wife, who was beautiful and as irresponsible as a child and would always be.

Andora suited Ferd admirably. He could dress her up, show her off to his business friends and be certain she would reveal nothing of consequence because she knew nothing. She had been trained to compliment the right people and to gush at the right moment. The fact that she was a failure in bed meant nothing. There were others far more capable and willing to satisfy his sexual needs.

"I don't understand. I just don't understand." Ferd's jowls quivered with agitation. "Why you, for God's sake? Yarby had three brothers beside Pa. All of them are dead now, but he had ten nephews. If he didn't want me to have it, he could have left the land to Sven, Lars, Karl, James-- "

"--And four nieces," Kristin amended. "And I don't know why he left it to me."

"If Yarby Anderson had the brains God gave the rest of the family, he'd have known that women are not supposed to clutter up their minds with business matters and decisions," Ferd continued his tirade as if Kristin had not spoken.

"I can't believe you'd just up and leave us," Andora whimpered. "As soon as you get your hands on a little money you go away so none of us will know what you do with it, and after all we've done for you."

"I've done just as much for you, Andora," Kristin said, trying not to show her frustration. "Ever since you married Ferd, you've had a maid who worked for room and board. You've never had to cook the meals, wash or iron, or get up with the children in the middle of the night."

"I've... cooked-- "

"Something fancy you wanted to show off."

"Ferd paid you to cook!"

"A dollar a month." Kristin's patience was strained, and her voice rose angrily.

"You'd not have had a roof over your head if not for Ferd. If you had an ounce of gratitude, you'd give the money to him. You're... selfish and mean and you've turned the girls against me!"

"You're spoiling them rotten, Andora. They'll grow up to be just like you."

"What's wrong with that? They'll not be old maids like you!" Andora retorted nastily.

Kristin looked down at her sister-in-law, who had sunk back down on the couch and was dabbing at her eyes with a lace-trimmed handkerchief -- one that Kristin had made.

"I didn't realize this before, but maybe I have been selfish, Andora. I loved doing for the girls, but I hate seeing them grow up to be so self-centered and unlovable. I liked keeping the house and took pride in it. In doing so, I may have fostered your irresponsibility and contributed to your uselessness."

"Hold your tongue! You have no right to chastise Andora," Ferd shouted, and gave his thigh a terrific slap with the palm of his hand.

"I have as much right as she has to chastise me."

"Oh! I'm not... useless. Ferd loves me the way I am! You've ruined everything. Who'll take the girls to their music lessons and... how'll I get my dress finished before the Fourth? All the seamstresses worth their salt have been engaged by now." Andora burst into tears and ran from the room.

Kristin sighed. "You might try doing it yourself, Andora."

"Stop this bickering!" Ferd shouted, then turned on his sister with a brutality he seldom showed. "Papa pampered you from the day you were born. His big mistake was having you educated. Mine was continuing on with it after he died."

"Only for part of a year," Kristin reminded him. "After you married Andora, you soon learned that though she was pretty, she wasn't capable of running the house."

"If you'd been walking behind a plow these past ten years and milking cows like your cousins, you'd not have your head crammed full of fancy notions."

"Ferd, I don't want to leave with hard feelings."

"You'll not leave."

"Ferd-- "

"--I've had my say and you'll not defy me. Besides, I've already sent a letter off to that lawyer fellow who has someone who wants the land. I told him to get an offer. Not that I'll take the first one he makes, but it'll give me an idea of what the land is worth."

"You had no right to do that without consulting me."

"As head of this family, I made it my right. Now I'll hear no more about it."

"And you won't." Anger straightened Kristin's back and put a fighting spark in her eyes.

"I thought you'd be sensible about it."

"Ferd, it isn't that I don't appreciate what you've done for me. It's just that this is something for me, not you, to decide. I'm leaving for Montana Territory in the morning."