“My first husband, the only one of the three I ever learn to love, died of snakebite after four years of marriage. My second, may be roast in Hell, drowned, dead drunk in the mud of a Nevada City street two years after. My third, after a year or so, was blown to bits, when a boiler exploded while traveling by steamboat. So if I do marry Apple Abbot, I calculate he wouldn’t last more than six months.” So says Sarah, pioneer woman. Striding across frontier America, she has known starvation, Read more