Michaela couldn´t believe it. She sat in tehe train in the direction to Colorado springs.. They are needed a doctor. How will it be there? She was confused. In the past few day were happened so many things and now she travelled at the other side of the country to be a doctor there. Tomorrow morning she would arrive with the stagecoach in her new home.
The stagecoach arrived in Colorado. It were all so contrary to Boston. There were no big increasing buildings and the ground were dirty and sludgy. She get off of the stagecoach and saw an older man.
"Execuse me gentleman. Were can I find Reverend Thimothy Johnson?"
"I think by the church. There by meadow can you see it."
"Do you think it deranged someone if I let my lugage here?"
"No I think not Miss."
"So long gentleman."
Michaela went in the direction of the church.
"Execuse me. Are you Reverent Thimothy Johnson?"
"Yes. Can I help you Miss?"
"My name is Michaela Quinn."
The Reverent thought for a moment. "Oh yes our new doctor. Nice to met you. We thought you would come in the next week."
"Nice to met you too. It all went off faster than expected."
"Good. I´m looking for Sully. He said he would take care of all."
They went in the direction of the town. Suddenly Michaela slid off of the sludgy ground and landed with the face in the slush. She accepted the hand who were provided her and sood up. To her surprise it wasn´t hand of the Reverent. Before her stood a man with long, blond hair and brightly blue eyes.
He must be in the end of the 20th. She looked in his eyes and her legs were weak. She thought: ´What was wrong with her?´
"The ground is very glibbery if it had rained. You must be more cautious."
He smiled at her but the only thing that Michaela could say was:
"Thanks."
"Oh Sully. We had searched you. This is Dr. Michaela Quinn."
Sullys smile faded for a moment. "I thought you would come next week. I´m not finished yet."
"It went off faster than I thought. Is there a probleme with that?"
"No, not serious. I bring you to Charlotte… Cahrlotte Cooper. She is the owner of the boarding house."
They said good bye to the reverend and went to the mercantile and icked up Michaelas luggage.
"What was that all about? With what you aren´t finished yet? The reverend said that you would look after all. What does it all mean?"
"I think it is time that I introduce myself. I´m Byron Sully. Please call me Sully."
"Yes the Reverent mentioned your name. It´s an pleasure to meet you."
"Mee too. I´m the procurer between the cheyenne indians and the Army but also I built houses in order. Unfortunately predeceased an orderer before he could stay in it. I had bouilt it for six moths ago and there had nobody stayed in it. The probleme is that it must be repairs on an few spots. I think it is ready in a week or so."
"Could I see it?"
"Sure. Can you ride?"
"No, sorry."
"Never mind. We walk there but it takes bit longer. You must be very tired after these long trip. You best rst now. I pick you up in the evening or want you wait until tomorrow?"
"In the evening should be fine." They arrived at the boarding house and a middle-aged woman opened the door.
"Hi Charlotte. These is Dr. Michaela Quinn. She arrived one week earlier. Unfortunately isn´t the homestead ready. Have you a free room for a couple of days?"
"Hello Dr. Quinn. It´s a pleasure to meet you. Yes I have a free romm. Please come in." Michaela and Sully followed Charlotte in one of the rooms and Sully set Michaelas luggage down on the edge of the bed.
"I think I let you rest now. I pick you up at the evening. See you."
"See you later Sully.. ans thanks." Sully left the room.
"I let you now alone too. If you need something than inform me."
"Thanks for all."
"Your welcome." Charlotte left the room too and Michaela unpacked her luggage. That was her new home. Home? A queer feeling. Now she held a Picture of her family in her hand and it escaped a couple of tears down her cheeks.
He must be in the end of the 20th. She looked in his eyes and her legs were weak. She thought: ´What was wrong with her?´
"The ground is very glibbery if it had rained. You must be more cautious."
He smiled at her but the only thing that Michaela could say was:
"Thanks."
"Oh Sully. We had searched you. This is Dr. Michaela Quinn."
Sullys smile faded for a moment. I thought you would come next week. I´m not finished yet."
"It went off faster than I thought. Is there a probleme with that?"
"No, not serious. I bring you to Charlotte… Cahrlotte Cooper. She is the owner of the boarding house." They said good bye to the reverend and went to the mercantile and icked up Michaelas luggage.
"What was that all about? With what you aren´t finished yet? The reverend said that you would look after all. What does it all mean?"
"I think it is time that I introduce myself. I´m Byron Sully. Please call me Sully."
"Yes the Reverent mentioned your name. It´s an pleasure to meet you."
"Mee too. I´m the procurer between the cheyenne indians and the Army but also I built houses in order. Unfortunately predeceased an orderer before he could stay in it. I had bouilt it for six moths ago and there had nobody stayed in it. The probleme is that it must be repairs on an few spots. I think it is ready in a week or so."
"Could I see it?"
"Sure. Can you ride?"
"No, sorry."
"Never mind. We walk there but it takes bit longer. You must be very tired after these long trip. You best rst now. I pick you up in the evening or want you wait until tomorrow?"
"In the evening should be fine." They arrived at the boarding house and a middle-aged woman opened the door.
"Hi Charlotte. These is Dr. Michaela Quinn. She arrived one week earlier. Unfortunately isn´t the homestead ready. Have you a free room for a couple of days?"
"Hello Dr. Quinn. It´s a pleasure to meet you. Yes I have a free romm. Please come in." Michaela and Sully followed Charlotte in one of the rooms and Sully set Michaelas luggage down on the edge of the bed.
"I think I let you rest now. I pick you up at the evening. See you."
"See you later Sully.. ans thanks." Sully left the room.
"I let you now alone too. If you need something than inform me."
"Thanks for all."
"Your welcome." Charlotte left the room too and Michaela unpacked her luggage. That was her new home. Home? A queer feeling. Now she held a Picture of her family in her hand and it escaped a couple of tears down her cheeks.
End of chapter one
