Scott Wilbanks 

In polite company, she was known as Annabelle aster. Being a spirited woman, however, she wasn't often found in such company as she'd determined it to be, more often than not, insincere. And being a sincere woman in every particular, Annie chose her company for the quality of its character, not its rank. Those were quite possible the finest words ever written. At least to the mind of her precocious, twelve-year-old self, Annie recalled. She rolled her eyes as she took a break from housecleaning

Elsbeth Grundy was a loner, and an odd one at that, but company was headed her way whether she liked it or not. She lived in the plains of central Kansas, alone in a cabin that was, to use a charitable word, uncomplicated. It was an austere dwelling with a cast-iron stove, a table and chair, two cabinets, a fireplace, a rocker, and a small bedroom to the rear. Being somewhat prideful of her country habits, Elsbeth had a privy built out back, a decision she often regretted with a few choice words

(The only known photograph of Cap'n, circa 1890)