It was Providence that brought them together, a boy from the lower East Side slums and a girl from one of the best Mexican families in the Republic of Texas. The West needed settlers and strong backs to do the work and tattered recruitment posters lured many a person seeking a way out. To agree to the terms was to become a slave of sorts to the company but that was a leap above the conditions most faced in the teeming ghettos. Room and board was priceless and if the scrip was nearly worthless that didn’t mean a cunning street urchin couldn’t run circles around the overseers used to dealing with Indians and Colored folk. But her now, that was as far beyond him as the belles on Park Avenue had been; not because he was poor, but because he was white. There was no doubt her father would seek to execute him when her ‘condition’ became clear but what could he really do?
By Rose Dewy Knickers
September 17th, 2008