It had been eleven years since Ben Trumbull had heeded his father's words and asked Abby Maxwell to marry him. It was clear to everyone who saw them together could see the two were in love. They just needed a gentle push to get them headed in the right direction, and Jonas was the one to act as cupid to get them together. The youngsters were married the following afternoon in the hotel by Reverend Cornwall.
The following day the newlyweds and Jonas were on their way back to Colorado and the Cornwall family back to Virginia. They had come out with Abby for the anniversary memorial at the site of the battle to pay honor to the men of the seventh calvary and their families. Abby had gotten in touch with Jonas after his story was in newspapers around the country as a survivor of the battle. After reading her letter, Jonas realized she was his daughter.
He could not answer any of her questions because Able Maxwell died that June day and he now was Jonas Trumbull and had been for the past ten years. He had come back home to find his wife had passed and a young boy who hardly remembered what his real father looked like.
It had been eleven years since Ben Trumbull had heeded his father's words and asked Abby Maxwell to marry him. It was clear to everyone who saw them together could see the two were in love. They just needed a gentle push to get them headed in the right direction, and Jonas was the one to act as cupid to get them together. The youngsters were married the following afternoon in the hotel by Reverend Cornwall.
The following day the newlyweds and Jonas were on their way back to Colorado and the Cornwall family back to Virginia. They had come out with Abby for the anniversary memorial at the site of the battle to pay honor to the men of the seventh calvary and their families. Abby had gotten in touch with Jonas after his story was in newspapers around the country as a survivor of the battle. After reading her letter, Jonas realized she was his daughter.
He could not answer any of her questions because Able Maxwell died that June day and he now was Jonas Trumbull and had been for the past ten years. He had come back home to find his wife had passed and a young boy who hardly remembered what his real father looked like.
