Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it. -Solomon's Song: Chapter 8 Verse 7 . . . for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. -Ruth: Chapter 1 Verse 16 April 1869 . . . The sound of gunfire startled Elizabeth out of a deep sleep. She sat upright in bed and realized she was only dreaming. The hateful Civil War had tortured many a night's sleep for her. Elizabeth looked at the face of her beloved husband as he slept. His breathing was rhythmic, signaling a restful sleep. His bare broad shoulders were marred by a scar from a gunshot wound suffered in the Battle of Richmond near the end of the war. Tender emotions within her heart surfaced as she felt his nearness. She cherished the gift of love they shared. As she quietly eased back down on her side watching him sleep, Elizabeth let her mind wander back in time . . .