Emily was sweet sixteen when she and her Mother came to Hesperia to live. They came to town to be caregivers for a gentleman named John, but unfortunately he passed away soon after their arrival. Emily’s Mother took the job of running the post office. Young Emily was frail but resourceful. It didn’t take her long to figure out the best way for her to split firewood was to was to watch for the dust cowboys would kick up on the road, go to the pile with her little hatchet and ineffectively tap on a piece of wood with it as the young men just happened to arrive. Nature would take its course and Emily soon had plenty of firewood to keep the household warm.