Abandoned Mail-Order Bride Sat on a Crate at the Station, Unaware the Cowboy Was Coming for Her Montana territory, July 1880. The train let out one last hiss of steam and rattled off down the track, leaving behind a swirl of dust and the soft clunk of boots on wood. Francis Kesler sat on a weathered crate just beside the depot, her gloved hands folded in her lap, a carpet bag at her feet, and a letter crumpled in her skirt pocket. Her eyes too tired for 23 scanned the empty platform again. He wa