The Monroes1966

Clayt Monroe:
My name is Clayt Monroe. The year 1875. Coming here was a wild dream my Pa had - to find a valley somewhere in Wyoming. He sold a good farm in Illinois and brought us a thousand miles west to build a new home, start a new life. But we had to drag our wagon through the fiercest country we'd ever seen. Storms would hit sudden, lightening, rains, snow. Finally, lay and waiting was the last river we had to cross: The Snake... I carried my brothers and sister over on horseback. All of our belongings were on the wagon. We even had to tow the family milk cow. Pa fighting the current, my sister Kat, and Ma worrying... I tried, but it wasn't enough. They were gone in seconds. Now we were orphans. I was eighteen, the oldest. I'm Clayt. Fennimore... We call him Little Twin. Jefferson... Big Twin. They were nearly twelve. Amy was six. Kathleen, sixteen. I kept wondering what Pa would do. We couldn't stay here, and we didn't have a farm anymore to go back to. And up ahead there was nothing but wilderness, and one valley Pa had marked with a pile of rocks. But I was the pa now, and I had no choice. I had to find that valley - for him.