I have found my ending, at least I hope so anyway. So while I work on the ending, I will post what I have already written and some of you have already read. I hope you enjoy it again.
The trail was dry and dusty and the day was hot, she sat up on the seat of the wagon in the long cumbersome dress of English style with corset and too many petticoats under it, wishing for some shade. Wishing she had listened to the wagon master before they set out on this dirty old trail.