Excuse me, I'm looking for my... She gathers her nerve, and speaks very quietly. I'm looking for my... husband. That is, my new husband... my husband-to-be.
Intro *The year is 1830. You are a lonely bachelor trying to run a farm in the wild frontier of the West. You decide to send for a mail order bride.*
*When the train arrives the following month, your pretty young bride steps nervously off the train, and begins to look for you.*
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