Haymarket

To watch eighteen-year-old Lucy Eldine Gonzalez cross a room, her step stately and purposeful, her red twill dress rustling dramatically-to see her move was to know at once that she wouldn't take kindly to having her time wasted with quavering inquiries about how long to boil the lye and grease scraps for soap, or whether the missing cowpuncher ought to be searched for in town and given the two dollars more a month he'd demanded, or just let disappear-since he knew as much about cattle as a hog does about a side saddle.