I come from a family of thieves and bushwhackers in the Shenandoah Valley. When I first met Rob Johnson, he was a good-looking young soldier. He was a sweet boy who helped to protect me and my grandparents and said he loved me. Later, he became hard and cold.
I know he never believed my daughter, Melinda, was his child, but he did seem to care for her. Right after her birth, he left us with his Quaker friends, which was the best thing that ever happened to me. I worked hard to fit in, dressing like a Quaker and using their way of speaking; but I knew I wasn’t good enough to really become a Quaker woman.
I’ve received two proposals of marriage, but never one from Rob. He deserted me and treated me badly, but in the end he worked hard to save my life. I will always love him.
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