A/N This is going to be a bit of a short chapter, but I'll hopefully be updating often, so that should make up for it.

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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Perhaps the old saying should be revised to say, "Hell hath no fury like Elizabeth Greene scorned."

It would be much more frightening and much more accurate. From the moment her father told her she would be moving out west, she had done everything she could think of to stop it from happening. But instead of smashing the family china like Maggie had done when she was upset, beautiful little Beth did what she had always done. Turned on the tears.

"Please Daddy, I beg of you. Do not send me away. I'll do absolutely anything. I can find someone to marry here. I know I can. You and I can live comfortably until then. And after I'm married my husband will surely help you, you could even live with us!"

Herschel's kind blue eyes looked sad and hazy as he replied. "Elizabeth, I've made my decision."

Now here they were, the day of her departure. "I'm not going." She shook her head, looking like an indignant toddler instead of the twenty year old woman that she was.

"Come now, Bethy. Don't make our last moments miserable. Your escort will be arriving any minute."

He opened his arms and hugged his daughter, taking in the feel of her in his arms, remembering what it was like when she was just a little one.

Beth closed her eyes and tried to fight off the tears as she took a breath. She breathed in the heavy musk that clung to his jacket. The smell of his spicy cologne and the tobacco that he had "quit smoking" even though the smell still clung to his clothes.

"When can I come home? To visit, I mean."

"Well that all depends on your husband. But you can write." He smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Come on now, lets see if Daryl's arrived yet."

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"No." Beth's voice came out shrill. "I will not travel in that." She looked horrified, not even taking any notice of the man that was to be her escort.

The man in front of her smirked. "Well hello to you too. Whatsa matter? Never seen a wagon before?" His eyes crinkled severely at the sides, even when he lifted his hand to shade them from the sun. Beth couldn't help but think that he looked much older then he surely was. She examined him further. His tanned skin gave Beth the impression that he couldn't be from a well off family, and his muscled arms were proof that he'd had to work hard.

Beth turned to her Father, forgetting about the stranger and turning her attention back to her traveling conditions.

"But. I thought that we would be taking a carriage or..."

The man cocked an eyebrow. "I'm Daryl, by the way. Just in case we never get 'round to introductions with all this carriage business."

Beth frowned and extended her hand gingerly. "Elizabeth Greene." She stated.

"Now if you don't mind, we need to be going." He tipped his hat at Herschel and picked up Elizabeth's trunk from the ground.

He grunted, almost struggling with the weight of it. "What'd you pack in here? Bricks?" He muttered, heaving the trunk into the wagon.

"I packed what I need to survive." She replied sharply.

He sent her a look but quickly looked away, dread sinking into the pit of his stomach. This was going to be the trip from hell.

Forget the horrible desert conditions, he wasn't going to be able to deal with this snobby brat of a girl. He sucked in a deep breath and nodded at Herschel.

"Sir."

Herschel nodded and took his daughters hand. "It's time for you to go. Be safe, Beth. I love you."

Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I wish you weren't making me do this." She whispered. "But I love you. And I

l'll see you soon."

She climbed up in the wagon with the help of Daryl, and was off to start her new life.