Zahrah watched her chance at happiness leak away with the last breath Charles breathed. So she rode into Wyoming Territory on her own, looking for his son. Instead she found a Mongolian girl beaten almost senseless. Zahrah questioned her own motives as she hauled the girl up onto her horse. At least the girl could ride.
Maire closed the preacher’s door to the sound of her daughter’s wailing. She’d convinced herself leaving the child with a friend was the only way to save her. She headed West, watched babies and women die in childbirth and men die shooting themselves. She was good with the horses and earned her place on the Mormon wagon train. Hokalah, a Lakota whose angry silence created a distance comfortable only to her, proved her worth as a healer to both human and horse.
Independence wasn’t just a dream for women in the Wyoming Territory in 1870. There were only a thousand women there, but they could vote. Could an ex-slave, a Mongolian, a Lakota, and an Irish girl create community to insure their freedom? Horses were their common language and would prove both a bane and a blessing.
I'm not sure what this is. I know what it's not: a hook.
Independence isn't just voting. It's being able to own land and enter into contracts without needing a man to co-sign.
Get out the Hook Me Up Starting Point (here) and start over.