Jenny Becket - sweet, young lady about 18 years old. (86 lines)

Will Becket - Jenny’s older, Determined, but cynical brother (98 lines)

Duncan Spencer - owner of Spencer’s General Store (100 lines)

Josh Spencer - Duncan's aged father (14 lines)

Dr. Smith - young doctor, married just a year or two (44 lines)

Sarah Smith - the doctor’s bitter wife (46 lines)

Charles Thomas - Will & Jenny's neighbor, in his early twenties (56 lines)

Michael Dickson - farmer in his mid-thirties (26 lines)

Cathy Dickson - Michael’s wife (24 lines)

Jeb Williams - a jolly man, leader of the wagon team (30 lines)

Narrator (3 lines)

Man #1 (9 lines)

Man #2 (8 lines)

After several years of crop failures, Oregon Territory is calling. The stories abound of the crops being raised there, but when Jenny has a terrible accident, a choice must be made. Sometimes a man has to do what a man has to do.

With the exception of ACT I, the entire play takes place in two scenes. The first is Spencer’s General Store, which has a counter toward the back with shelves behind it and a rocker to the left. On the shelves are various goods for sale: bolts of material, boxes of crackers, etc. Displayed toward the left is a porcelain wash basin. Two crates (made of cardboard atop small stools) are placed next to the counter. Sacks of flour and or feed may be set toward the front.

The other scene is the simple home of Will and Jenny Becket. A small table and chairs are toward the center. Other furnishings can be set about as desired.

Accompaniment to When Your Dreams Come True is played once through, as Duncan and Josh enter from right front. Next Jeb enters from front left. Dr. and Sarah Smith come from back center, then Michael & Cathy Dickson enter from front right. Charles enters from the front left, and Will & Jenny come from the middle back. Each person pantomimes what their character would be doing - working, shopping, playing checkers, etc. A bridge is then played to introduce accompaniment to Lead Me On, and all turn to front to sing. After song, Narrator steps forward for narration and Man 1 and Man 2 step to side to get shovels and cross. All else disperse - either exiting immediately, or pantomiming shopping, then exiting before narration is finished.

Narrator: Well, howdy, folks! Welcome to tonight's production of "For Jenny's Sake." We're going to share with you the story of Miss Jenny Becket, because we can all learn from, and be encouraged by the working of God in other folk's lives. We're going to take you to a little town by the name of -- well, never you mind - most likely you've never even heard of it. But it's not too far East of Independence, Missouri. As you see, behind us is the Spencer General Store. And in a few minutes, we'll take you there - during the summer of 1843. But first, (slight pause) you need to know about something that happened just last spring. (exits)

Man 1: (looking up to sky) Looks like we finished just in the nick of time. ‘Pears like it’s gonna rain again.

Man 2: (also looking to sky) I do b’lieve you’re right. Sure could have used some this rain last summer.

Man 1: ("smoothes" out top of the dirt pile) This is exactly how it was last year. Rained all spring – could hardly get the crops planted. Then once we got ‘em in – don’t think we got another inch of rain ‘til fall.

Man 2: Just enough to get them cockleburs going. Now can you tell me this – just how can them cockleburs keep on growin’ when the corn is burnin’ up from heat and drought?

Man 1: (shakes head, laughing) You got me beat.

Man 2: Yep. (rests on his shovel) 'Twas a hard year, last year. (nods head)

Man 1: (removes handkerchief from pocket and wipes forehead) I just hope it doesn’t turn dry again. The farmers here are all needing a good year.

Man 2: (sets down shovel and picks up wooden cross to set it up at base of the mound.) Last year was hard on Old Man Becket. (nodding toward dirt pile) Wouldn’t surprise me none if it hastened his death. The summer – trying to haul what water he could to save some of his crops – plum wore him out. Didn’t have any strength left to fight when he took sick.

Man 1: (nods in agreement) At least Will and Jenny are grown. Still, it must be hard, bein’ orphaned - at any age. ("hammers" in the cross with the base of the shovel as Man 1 holds it.)

Man 2: Jenny’s an awful lot like her ma was. (stands back to check cross and nods approvingly)

Man 1: Yep, someday she’ll make someone a fine wife.

Man 2: Yeah, she will. That’s just what she needs, too. You know she and Will don’t see eye to eye on the things of the Lord.

Man 1: But like as not, that’s just why she wouldn’t marry and leave him. She still hopes to turn him to the Lord. (quieter) She’s hopin’ that maybe Sam’s death will be what brings him around. Maybe it will, maybe it will.

Man 2: (rubs chin thoughtfully until a loud clap of thunder is heard.) My, that sounds like it’s getting closer!

Man 1: We’d best get everything loaded up and get home before it cuts loose again.

Man 2: (looking again to the sky) I just wish we could somehow save it back 'til summertime!

Man 1: See ya later, neighbor.

Dr. Smith: Yep - looks like the farmers are in for another rough year.

Duncan: Oh, it's still not too late - but we'd have t' get a rain soon for the crops to amount to much.

Dr. Smith: Heard things have been slower here in town, too - how's your business been?

Duncan: The last few weeks have been really slow. (slight pause) Last year, people tended to still buy at least the basics, thinking they could dig somewhat into their savings to get by 'til this year. Now -- I think everyone's waiting to see just how bad things are gonna get.

Dr. Smith: Still, a man's gotta eat -

Duncan: Yes, but it doesn't have to be brought home from the store. (thoughtfully) I know the folks can't buy what they can't afford - but to tell the truth - we're really startin' to feel the pinch here as well. But - people still need a doctor when they're sick - surely you don't have less people callin' on you-

Dr. Smith: Oh, no, that’s not a problem. (chuckles) Between little Jimmy Sanders breaking his arm, and his mama havin’ the baby, their family alone has kept me busy this week.

Duncan: Yeah. (nods in agreement)

Dr. Smith: No, the problem is not a lack of business - it’s the lack of payment. Why Old Man Sanders hardly got a corn crop last year. Their family’s just getting by this year, --and hanging on ‘til harvest. (Looks up knowingly to DUNCAN)

Duncan: There’s a lot of folks here, jus’ hangin’ on ‘til harvest.

Dr. Smith: IF there is one this year. A rain soon would make all the difference… (pauses thoughtfully) You know, this drought is hurtin’ the whole town. Why, the farmer’s can’t pay their bills if they get no crops. They can’t pay me, they can’t pay you – And if the farmers can't pay-

Josh: Can't pray? The farmers can't pray? Of course, the farmers can still pray - that's about the only thing they can do.

Duncan: (loudly, but with respect) No, Pa - he said they can't pay.

Josh: (hears correctly this time) No, they can't hardly pay - (explaining the obvious) it's because of the drought. (wants to read paper, and begins to look for his glasses.)

Duncan: Yeah, that’s how I came across that old wash basin.

Josh: Say, Duncan, have ya seen my spectacles? I seemed to have mislaid 'em again.

Duncan: (turning to JOSH) Yeah, Pa. I think you left them on the top shelf in the back room.

Duncan: (looking again to the wash basin.) Phil Peters brought that in as a payment on his bill. He’s had troubles as hard as anyone. Never saw a man try so hard to earn his livin’. Don’t doubt but that I may never sell the thing though. Times are hard enough for folks just buyin’ what they have to have. But ol’ Phil doesn’t want to be owin’ to no one, no how. (shakes head) Like as not, I’d have had to write off the whole bill anyhow.

Dr. Smith: It’s awful pretty.

Sarah: (glancing at it across the store) Hmph. Too pretty to be used out here– I’d say. Why things here have to be only practical. Why I remember one that my mother had back in Philadelphia,. Each morning Miss Sally would bring it up with warm water and (stops short suddenly) Well, that’s all in the past now-

Dr. Smith: Well, maybe some day you’ll sell it.

Duncan: Maybe so. You know - things could get even worse for the store. I'd hate to have to close it up -it sure be hard on Pa. (pause) But I've been praying, and I'm trusting the Lord.

Dr. Smith: Well, then, you'd better be praying for rain. Unless the farmer's get rain, there's no way your business is going to get better. (laughing)

Duncan: Most likely you're right. But - you know, the Lord could do it some other way if He chose.

Dr. Smith: (thoughtfully) I'd have to see it to believe it!

Jenny: Well, hello, Mrs. Smith!

Sarah: And how do you do, Jenny?

Jenny: Fine, and you?

Sarah: I'm as well as can be expected, under the circumstances.

Jenny: So how is that Pineapple quilt coming?

Sarah: Oh – it’s such a difficult pattern to sew.

Jenny: Yes, it is, but that’s what makes it all the more beautiful. I’m looking forward to helping you quilt it.

Sarah: I’m not sure why you ladies look forward to these quilting bees. Why - back east, quilting was for work - not for partying. (suddenly looks at the doctor as if it is his fault for taking her away from it all. Looks back to JENNY) Not that I’d complain though, mind you.

Jenny: smiling, in spite of SARAH’s irritable spirit. Oh, but I do have such fun at those quilting bees. And they’re not just fun – I’m learning something at the same time. Oh, I do just hope that some day I’ll be able to make those tiny, even stitches like yours. Maybe if I practice-

Sarah: Practice! Hmph. Some of the women still need lots more practice. (confidentially) To be honest, sometimes I have to remove some of the stitches after the ladies leave!

Jenny: Oh, the other ladies’ stitches just seem so poor because you’re so good at it. Why, your quilting is nearly perfect.

Sarah: Hmph. Perfect. Hmph. (still grumpy, but inwardly pleased.)

Jenny: Oh, yes, some day I hope to quilt as neatly as you do. And I do appreciate your taking the time and patience to teach me. I had just started to learn when Ma took ill. And, after that, well --(pauses to gain control of her emotions, then changes subject) Now, you will be sure and let me know when you’ve finished piecing it?

Sarah: Well, I hadn’t been planning on finishing that quilt this summer with the garden, but it’s been so dry, even the weeds aren’t growing. Hmph. (shakes head) Not that I mind, since I grew up with a hired gardener, but the garden just isn't taking much of my time these days.

Jenny: Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.

Dr. Smith: Sarah, I'm ready to go - how about you?

Sarah: No! I still wanted to see the wash basin. (moves to wash basin to inspect it.)

Dr. Smith: (good naturedly) Well, the buggy is leaving now - with or without you. Good day, Spencer. (nods to WILL) Good day, Will. (nods with almost a bow to JENNY) And good day to you, Miss Jenny. (DR. SMITH turns and exits.)

Sarah: Hmph. It's not so fancy that it takes all day to look it over. Hmph. (quickly exits)

Will: (shaking his head) How does the good doctor stand it? How can that lady be so cantankerous?

Jenny: It’s very natural – for one who doesn’t love the Lord. (He turns and looks admonishingly to WILL. DUNCAN nods his assent.)

Josh: Now, what I have gone and done with my paper?

Duncan: Did you leave it in the back room?

Josh: Like as not. Like as not. (exits again)

Jenny: It’s absolutely gorgeous. (turns to DUNCAN) Wherever did you get it?

Duncan: Traded it on an unpaid bill.

Will: Bet you’re seeing more and more of those these days.

Duncan: Yes, it’s true. Times have been hard the past few years for you farmers - that makes it hard for everyone else in town. (slight pause) It's been awful dry.

Will: (repeats sadly) If only it would rain.

Duncan: (remembering) Oh, Jenny, knowin’ how you women folk like to keep up with all the news – did you hear about the new Sanders baby?

Jenny: (turning away from the wash basin with excitement) No. (wanting more details)

Duncan: Yes, born Tuesday night. Doc was here when the came to call him – No, wait. We were playing checkers, so that had to have been Monday night – (scratches head, pondering)

Jenny: (becoming more interested) And?

Duncan: (still trying to remember which night it was) Yes, yes, I know – you lady folks like to get all of the details –

Jenny: But was -

Duncan: (interrupting) I had just put away the butter that Dicksons had brought, and they always bring their butter on Tuesday –

Jenny: And? (curiosity growing)

Duncan: (suddenly – and pleased with himself) Now I remember. Joe had been feeling under the weather on Monday night and so we played checkers on Tuesday night instead. Yep, it was Tuesday night. Joe and I were playing checkers, and the Doc had stopped by, when Mr. Sanders popped in to see if I knew where Dr. Smith was. Well, of course, he had been right there! (somewhat smugly) So, it was Tuesday night. There you go. Born Tuesday night, just like I said. Doc said it was a healthy sized youngun’ too.

Jenny: And?

Duncan: Is there something else that you wanted to know?

Jenny: Was it a boy or a girl?

Duncan: (face drops and he becomes almost speechless) Uh, well, uh. Well, I don’t know.

Jenny: I tell you what, I’ll just run over and see Marie now while you two do business. (exits)

Duncan: You know, (hesitates) with times bein’ hard as they are, I can only give Jenny 10 cents a dozen for her eggs.

Will: She won’t complain.

Duncan: She never does. (pause) How’s Jenny doin' since your pa died?

Will: You know – it’s funny. When Ma passed on, she braved it like the best – jumpin’ in to try and fill Ma’s shoes almost like. I think all the responsibility she had to shoulder kinda helped her with her grief. (whittles silently a short while.) But with Pa, it’s been different.

Duncan: Different?

Will: Yeah – it’s like she expects me to take over Pa’s place. And I can’t.

Duncan: No one could. He was a great man. It must be hard on you both to lose him, too.

Will: Yeah, well Jenny’s takin’ to reading the Bible more. Wants me to, too. She thinks I should read aloud each mornin’ like Pa used to do each day.

Duncan: No harm in that, I ‘spose.

Will: (more despairingly, than angry) Well, her faith may help her, but me, I figure I’m responsible for myself. I don’t need a crutch, and I don’t need the Bible. And I don’t need her tellin’ me to read it ‘neither.

Duncan: Don’t doubt me but that your father would have disagreed there.

Will: Yeah, but he’s not here now. I’m the one left to scratch, and till, and try and beg a livin’ out of that there dirt. And I’m doin’ it. We may not we well off, but there are those who have it worse.

Duncan: (after slight pause) How’s your corn look?

Will: (another pause) Dry. (sigh) All the corn these parts looks dry. A rain now could still give us some good yields. (looks up from whittling) But if we don’t get a rain soon-

Cathy: How beautiful! (she turns to counter, and places package on the counter.) I’m afraid I won’t have but half as much butter as normal, Mr. Spencer, you see we’ve…(falters)

Michael: We’ve had to sell old Bossie. (shrugs shoulders as if no explanation were needed.) We were so hoping that this year’s crop would be better. (all nod)

Will: The last few years has been tough for us farmers.

Michael: No, farming hasn't been easy lately - at least not here. (pulls letter out of pocket) But you should hear what my sister Bertha writes from Oregon.

Duncan: So you’ve heard from Tom and Bertha?

Michael: Yes, and it sounds like everything we’ve heard about Oregon is true! Why - all you have to do is throw out the seed and stand back so as you don’t get in its way when it shoots out of the ground! (hands letter to WILL, pointing to one line.) Says the ground’s so mellow, you hardly have to work it.

Will: (looking up from the letter) Tomatoes as big as a man’s fist?

Cathy: That’s right! Why if we’d gone with Tom and Bertha last spring, there’d be no need of sellin’ cows then!

Duncan: You thinkin’ again about heading west?

Michael: I thought surely this year would be normal again. But now… Well, I just don't know.

Duncan: It’s not an easy trip to Oregon, you know.

Michael: ‘Tis true. 2000 miles is a long journey. Then there’s cholera, river crossings – I’ve heard it said that there’s many a loved one buried along the trail to Oregon.

Will: And there’s many a loved ones buried here, in Missouri, too. And some of us have grown old before our time, trying to earn a livin’ out of this here ground.

Michael: That’s true as well. But my land here is paid for – free and clear. Even if it ‘taint worth much. Yet, it gives a man cause to ponder.

Cathy: Why, Bertha writes that they get three times as much wheat off the land as what they did here.

Michael: Can you imagine that?

Cathy: Three times as much wheat!

Will: (shakes head in amazement) What a land it must be! (picks up basket with package in it, preparing to leave. Thoughtfully, and almost to himself: ) What a land that must be.

Duncan: (noticing that JOSH is back, but without his newspaper) Well, Pa, didn't you find your newspaper?

Josh: Newspaper! I knew I went back there for something!

Narrator: Well, the summer passed with all the folks hopin' for rain - which never came. By fall, the crops were startin' to look mighty sorry, and lots of folks was beginning to get discouraged. But Miss Jenny, well, she still had her faith in the Lord, though it was still difficult for her at times. (exits)

Jenny: Oh Lord, I do want to trust You - but You know that sometimes I really struggle. Sometimes life just seems so hard. When the rains didn't come (thoughtful pause) and now the crops are so poor, and before -when Father was so ill. . . Lord, give me the faith to trust You that You do work things together for my good. Help me to trust You no matter what my circumstances are.

Jenny: Oh, Lord, and I pray for Sarah, too. You know how much she needs You to overcome her bitterness at how hard her life has become. But more importantly, she needs you as Savior -

Jenny: (looking up, as prayer is interrupted) Oh, hi, Will.

Will: Goodness, Jenny, those beans are so spindly, are you sure you’ve got the bean, and not the stem?

Jenny: Yes, they did so poorly this year. And we were so hoping for – (cuts herself short) But the Lord will take care of us.

Will: Seems to me that I do a lot of takin’ care of myself!

Jenny: Maybe the Lord sends us these hard times so that we realize how dependent we are on Him, and turn more to Him.

Will: Or maybe He’s giving us hard times because He’s punishing us (JENNY has quit stemming beans, and opens mouth to protest, but says nothing) Or maybe He just doesn’t care.

Jenny: (standing) Oh, but Will, He does care – He does. We haven’t missed a meal yet. And we have no outstanding bills – which a lot more than a lot of folks can say. Why, Will, we’re so blessed because the Lord-

Will: (interrupting on JENNY's "because") Because we sweat and toil and work our knuckles to the bone – that’s why. And in such an awful place!

Jenny: How can you say that? It was Pa’s dream to come here –

Will: Dream? It’s more like a nightmare. He worked hard, and so did Ma. They gave themselves to this land – to this farm. And what do they have to show for it? Each a little plot of ground 3 foot by 6 foot!

Jenny: (standing) Oh Will, we have so much more than you think! We have the land and the house – small though it is, and we have the two horses. And times will get better again, I know they will!

Will: And will we be around for them? Jenny, it’s hard on a man to be like this. A man takes pride in what he does and how he works. And here - - here, the ground mocks him for his labor. (turns away) I can’t go on – just hoping each year that the next crop will be better. What pride can a man take in just barely keepin’ his bills paid? I want more than that to show for my life! (turns back to JENNY) I can’t keep farmin’ this here land.

Jenny: But, what can you do?

Will: (turns around slowly and thoughtfully) We could go to Oregon –

Jenny: Oregon? (a shock)

Will: Jenny, you hear what they say about the crops out there. There’s plenty of moisture – the ground is so fertile – why a man could be proud to farm that kind of ground.

Jenny: But Will, we couldn’t. This was Pa’s dream –

Will: (trying to convince her) No, Pa’s dream was for a successful farm. He was willing to move on to what he thought was a better place. You know Pa would have wanted to go to Oregon himself – if he had lived.

Jenny: (turns away from him – trying to think, to sort things out, then turns back again to answer) Yes, Pa most likely would have.

Will: See there, then we’ve got to go.

Jenny: (turns back slowly) Oh, Will. If only you were as concerned about what Pa thought about the things of the Lord. (slight pause) Yes, most likely he would be the first to want to go. But – the wagon train leaves from Independence – we’d have to sell everything and try to meet them there. (WILL nods)

Will: I know. I’ve checked into it.

Jenny: (gasps) You have? (pause) You’re serious about this, aren’t you?

Will: Yes, I am, Jenny.

Jenny: But the money to pay the wagon team leader? Where would we get enough money for oxen?

Will: I’ve figured it out, Jenny. If we sell everything we have, save the clothes on our backs – I think we might be able to do it. Our crops won’t be worth much – as shriveled as the corn is. But they’ll bring in something. (hesitates) And if we sold Ma’s pearl earrings-

Jenny: (spins away from him) Oh, Will, no…(buries face in hands for a few seconds to gain composure – WILL is not sure how to respond. She turns back.) Will, I have so little left to remember Ma. I – I –

Will: Jenny, think about it. Ma left them to you, so it’s up to you to decide. But, will you at least think about it?

Jenny: (gaining her composure, nods) I will.

A knock is heard on the door. JENNY dries her tears on her apron as WILL goes to answer the door.

Will: Well, hello Neighbor, come in. (CHARLES Thomas enters and they shake hands.)

Charles: Hello, Will. Hello, Jenny. (He notices the basket and picks up a shriveled ear of corn.) Seems as if every farmer’s corn looks the same around these parts. I’m afraid that we’ve flooded the market with our shriveled crops.

Will: Not that there ever was a very good demand for them.

Charles: (laughingly) You’re right there, Will. But it could be worse.

Will: Maybe…

Charles: Maybe? Oh absolutely! We could be going through this without the Lord to lean on. Then where would we be? (JENNY nods in agreement, WILL shrugs his shoulders.)

Will: From what I hear, the corn’s only bringing about half of what we got last year.

Charles: Yes, and we only have half as much to sell as well. Say, I was on my way into town to see just how bad a beating we’re going to have to take on this corn. Wanna bring in some of yours, and we’ll just see what the situation is.

Will: You know, I think I will. Jenny, do you need anything from town - We'll be stopping in at Duncan's?

Jenny: Oh a few things. (pulls list out of pocket and hands it to WILL.) Do you mind picking these things up? I’d go with you, but I need to keep with the beans. (smiles) Even though they’re smaller, they still take as long to stem.

Will: (looking at list) That all? (JENNY nods.)

Charles: Sure we can’t talk you into coming along? Looks like you could use a break away from that work.

Jenny: No – I’d better keep at it.

Will: Ok, (the men begin to leave)

Jenny: Oh, Will?

Will: Yes?

Jenny: You might see if Duncan still has that wash basin. (explaining) I know we don't need it, and surely can’t afford it, but it’s just so lovely to look at, and… (shrugs) Well, I’m just curious if it’s still there.

Will: Ok. (WILL and CHARLES exit.)

Jenny: (returning to the beans) Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass. (pause) Oh, Lord. Please help me to trust You, no matter what the circumstances bring.

Sarah: (with wrapped packages in hand.) I tell you, it’s no surprise that he still has that wash basin here. Why such a thing doesn't belong here out in a land of log cabins and droughts.

Cathy: (softly) Like you?

Jenny: Oh, Will – I am trying to be excited about it all. I know how much it means to you, it’s just that- Well. I guess I’m a little scared.

Will: You, scared? Why, Jenny! You’re the one who’s always talking about trustin’ the Lord. Where’s your faith now?

Jenny: Will, you’re absolutely right. I haven’t been trusting the Lord like I should. (Slight sigh.) I do believe that He is control and that He is working this all out. But it’s all so sudden, and I guess I've just grown to used to these surroundings. It’s hard to imagine leaving all of the friends I’ve grown to know…

Will: (looks up with a smile) Like Sarah Smith?

Jenny: (laughs good naturedly) Yes, even Sarah Smith. I do enjoy the quilting bees she organizes. That last quilt was so beautiful - She’s taught me so much. And her husband, Dr. Smith. He was so kind when Pa was sick, and….(catches herself as her voice breaks)

Will: Yes, Dr. Smith was so kind to us during Pa’s illness.

Jenny: But I know that there will be new friends as well. Surely someone in Oregon knows quilting as well as Sarah Smith.

Will: And if not? (smiles)

Jenny: If not, well then- I’ll teach them what I know!

Jenny: And Mr. Spencer. I’ll miss him as well. And you know what? I think I’ll even miss seeing that old wash basin set of his!

Will: What about Charles? (teasing)

Jenny: What about him?

Will: Would you miss him – if he weren’t coming to Oregon with the group?

Jenny: Well, I suppose I would, (catching on to WILL’s hinting) Why Will! How dare you say such a thing?

Will: Oh, Jenny, I’m just joshin’ you. I’m feelin’ so great - I can’t hold back. Why I feel like a young boy let out of school on a warm spring day. For the first time in years, I actually feel hope.

Jenny: Hope…

Will: Why this time next year, we’ll be in the land of plenty. Where everything is grows just fine…

Jenny: Well, hello there Charles. Come on in. (CHARLES enters)

Charles: Hello, Jenny. Hello, Will. Looks like you’re giving that piece of paper quite a work over there.

Will: (standing) Yes, we’ve managed to sell some of our corn, and if we can keep our expenses down this winter, it seems as if we will be able to come up with all of our provisions. With buying the bow frames, and Jenny sewing the bonnet, we’ll be able to convert our farm wagon and save quite a bit of money there, and by helping Jeb along, we'll save on the sign up fee.

Jenny: I’m needing to go chop some kindling. I’ll leave you men alone to discuss the money end of the trip. (she exits and occasional sounds of chopping are heard throughout the following conversation.)

Will: (glances at door to make sure JENNY is out of hearing) Charles, you know, if we can just find a buyer for this farm, I think we would come out all right, and still not have to sell Ma's earrings. But I don’t want to tell Jenny until I know for sure.

Charles: Well, she is a brave gal.

Will: Yeah, I know. I guess I should be grateful. But to be honest, sometimes I just feel so responsible for her. I’m not sure I’m up to the task.

Charles: What do you mean?

Will: Oh, I don’t know. (shrugs) But it will be easier in Oregon. It’s so close, Charles. So close – I can almost feel it. The mellow dirt, (rubs fingers together as if feeling the dirt) the huge ears of corn. Why next year this time –

Charles: Next year this time, you might still be as empty as you are now.

Will: Empty?

Charles: Moving to Oregon may make your farming easier, Will. But it won’t change the fact that you need the Lord.

Will: You and Jenny! (sits down at table and pulls out chair for WILL, who also sits.) Is that what you came over here to talk about?

Charles: No, no. I was just in town, and Jeb Williams was wanting me to send you in to talk to him before he heads back east tomorrow morning.

Will: Leaving tomorrow is he?

Charles: Yes, and he just wants to make sure you’re still planning on helping with his team and wagon. I guess there are a few other couples willing to sign up if you change your mind.

Will: Change my mind? Never! That Oregon territory is calling my name! I can hear it in the wind. It’s calling, "Will, Will, Will."

Charles: Ok, well, I best-

Will: Jenny!

Charles: What happened?

Jenny: (slumps into chair, gasping) The axe – it slipped.

Will: (to CHARLES) Go get Doc Smith!

Jenny: Oh Will. (moans) Will.

Narrator: And that’s how it is that Miss Jenny hurt her arm - pretty bad. Doc Smith did what he could to mend her up, and the talk of the town that fall was to just how it was that Jenny's arm was fairin'. Fall turned into winter, then winter into spring. And soon it would be time for Jeb to return to organize the wagon train.

Duncan: Well, I’ll get the word out about you wanting to sell your chickens.

Cathy: Oh, I do wish we could take one or two along. The fresh eggs would be so good.

Michael: Yes, but we can pack some eggs in with the lard – so then you’ll have a few for an occasional treat to bake with.

Duncan: And once you get there, surely you can start a flock again.

Cathy: Yes, and buy a milk cow.

Michael: Soon we’ll be able to afford two. Or three.

Cathy: Goodness, (laughs at the prospect of it) I don’t want to be churning butter all the time!

Michael: The thought of it is making us feel like young children again.

Cathy: The hardest thing is having to part with so many of our possessions- deciding what has to stay, and what can go. (thoughtfully) And it will be difficult – leaving our good friends –at least Will and Jenny are going. (thoughtfully) I just wish her hand was healing faster.

Michael: (laughing) Oh, don't worry about it, the two of you will be quilting again before you know it!

Cathy: Oh, Sarah. We were just talking about how it’s going to be in Oregon. I am going to miss all those quilting bees at your house. I’m just thankful that Jenny is going along with us.

Sarah: Isn’t that just like people for you? Hmph. Teach that gal to quilt and about the time I get her so as she’s not doing more harm than good on my quilts – up, she goes and leaves! Now is that a fine "thank you" for all I’ve done? Hmph. (looks to wash basin) I see that it’s still here. Hmph.

Duncan: And I see you’re in your fine humor as always. What can I do for you?

Sarah: I need a half a pound of butter.

Duncan: Needing butter, are you? Are people paying in cash these days, or are they just not getting sick?

Sarah: Now you know that I’m not one to complain, but- why everyone seems to be as fit as a fiddle this spring - or else they're just not calling on the doctor. And then how’ is a doctor supposed to earn his living? About the only one he sees any more is Jenny Becket. (she seems to soften here) Don’t know that it’s doing much good though.

Cathy: Her hand’s not much better then?

Josh: The land's not much wetter? Of course not - we still need a rain.

Cathy: (gently, but loudly) No, her hand's not much better. Jenny's hand isn't getting any better.

Josh: (shakes head) Oh yeah, I'd heard that. That's too bad. Too bad. It's not any better, then?

Sarah: Not exactly any improvement lately. Hmph.

Duncan: Does the doctor think she’ll be able to travel to Oregon?

Sarah: Don’t know that I could say!

Josh: You don't know that you could stay? Are you going to Oregon, too?

Sarah: (irritated, loudly) I don't know that I could say about Jenny's hand. (shakes head) The doctor is going out to check on her again this afternoon. Don’t know how she stays so happy with all the problems that she has. Hmph. Don’t know but that I might grumble just a bit myself if I were in her shoes.

All try to keep from smiling at the thought of SARAH grumbling just a bit.

Michael: (picking up package from counter and nodding to CATHY, prepares to exit) Have the doctor give her our regards.

Cathy: Oh, yes, do.

Sarah: Hmph, the doctor will do no such thing. (Michael and Cathy show surprise at such rudeness.) I’m going along, and I will give them to her myself. Hmph.

Michael: Well, good day then, Sarah. (SARAH nods) Good day, Duncan.

Duncan: Good day, Michael, Cathy.

Cathy: Good day. (nods to SARAH and to DUNCAN. MICHAEL and CATHY exit.)

Duncan: (wrapping up package of "butter.") This store’s been a busy place since Jeb Williams came last fall.

Sarah: Fine thing it will be in a few weeks when half the town is gone! Hmph.

Duncan: Oh, I don’t think half of the town is leaving us, Sarah.

Sarah: Half or fourth. It’s all the same. Why Jenny Becket’s the nicest gal… (doesn’t want to get sentimental) When she leaves, well – (gains composure) Hmph. What kind of friend is that anyway, that goes off and leaves you?

Duncan: Sarah, Jenny's been a good friend to you, and you know it. She just feels it’s her place to go with her brother.

Sarah: Yes, I suppose she has been good to me…. (turns away)

Duncan: She’s very sweet to everyone, in spite of everything.

Sarah: (turns back towards him) Yes – I don’t see how she does it. Everyone thinks I’m cranky (looks up to DUNCAN) Now – don’t protest. We both know this whole town knows that I don't like the life here. And they put up with me because they know it’s a hard life here compared to how I grew up back east.

Duncan: I’m sure it has been a difficult adjustment for you…

Sarah: Yes, but look at Jenny. She’s had it hard all her life. But does she complain? No, she smiles, and always finds the bright side of life. And now - (swallows and looks down to floor) Here she’s been laid up with a bad hand since last fall. And still as cheerful as can be.

Duncan: I don’t think it’s always easy for her-

Sarah: No, but she has something – something I don’t have, something-

Will: (solemnly) Good morning, Sarah. Good morning, Duncan. (SARAH nods)

Duncan: Good day to you, Will.

Will: (setting the basket of eggs on the counter) Here are Jenny’s eggs. She said to tell you she’s sorry she still can’t bring them in herself.

Sarah: (picking up package to leave) Give Jenny my regards, and tell her that I’ll be out with the doctor this afternoon. Good day, Gentlemen. (exits)

Duncan: (transferring eggs to his basket) How’s Jenny?

Will: You mean her hand? It's not much better, I’m afraid.

Duncan: That’s what we’d heard.

Will: I’m just afraid that - (cuts himself off short)

Duncan: (after a slight pause) Afraid that what?

Will: Well, Jeb is due back in just a few weeks. Why, just the traveling would be difficult with Jenny’s hand no better than it is! (slight pause) And it would take a miracle to get her in good enough shape so that she’d be able to cook and carry her share of the load…

Duncan: (hesitatingly) You know, don't you, that there are several couples who would love to fill that slot – that is if you’re not able to.

Will: Oh yes, I’m aware of it. Painfully aware of it. (DUNCAN nods head as he continues working at the counter.) Do you understand Duncan? Do you know what it’s like?

Duncan: I’m sure it must be difficult for you. Thank God – Jenny bears it so patiently, that must at least be a big help.

Will: A big help? I’m tired of her religion! I’ve spent years toiling over this land. Working my fingers to the bones. What we have – we’ve worked for it – Jenny and me. Worked, I tell you. (DUNCAN listens patiently) And now – when the opportunity of success is so close – so close. To think of planting a crop and getting a bountiful yield! And mellow dirt – not this kind that half kills a man to work it. (pauses thoughtfully)

Duncan: What does Dr. Smith say?

Will: Hasn’t said much, just says that he’ll be back next week to check again.

Duncan: And if you can’t make the trip this spring?

Will: (determined) If we can’t go this year – I’ll let Jeb know right away that we plan on going next year. Oh – but the thought of one more year of working away at this ground, when I - (drops off the thought)

Duncan: A year will go by quickly. The Lord has His way of-

Will: (cutting him off) A year’s a long time for a man looking to his dream. (looks DUNCAN in the eye) With or without "the Lord."

Duncan: Maybe Dr. Smith will have good news for you this afternoon.

Will: Let’s hope so. (almost to himself) Let’s hope so.

Duncan: What's the matter, Pa?

Will: (glancing to glasses on top of JOSH' head) Well, at least you haven't misplaced your spectacles this time!

Josh: Oh - but I have! I've been looking all over for them.

Dr. Smith: Okay, try moving your thumb now. (Jenny tries, and shakes her head) No improvement, is there? (pause) We just don’t know much about this type of damage. And there’s really nothing we can do, either these things heal themselves, or-

Will: Or??

Dr. Smith: Or –they don’t heal -- at all. (JENNY gasps slightly, WILL turns away. JENNY puts her limp hand in her lap as if to hide it.)

Jenny: How long does it take? -That is, if it does heal?

Dr. Smith: (hesitatingly) It can take months – sometimes a year - (JENNY sighs, relieved. DR. SMITH cautiously continues) But there’s usually some sign of improvement during this time –

Will: (turning around) And if there’s not?

Dr. Smith: Usually, if there’s not progress for a couple of months, then the body has done all that it can –

Jenny: (gasping again) You mean – that I – (can’t bring herself to say it. Covers her mouth with her good hand.) Oh.

Will: You’re saying she’ll always be like this?

Dr. Smith: We can always hope…

Jenny: And pray-

Will: Pray! Pray? I tell you what I – I (becomes angry and upset and rushes out of the house.

Dr. Smith: (looks to JENNY as he rises) Excuse me – (quickly exits to follow after WILL.)

Sarah: Oh – Jenny, I’m so sorry. I - (both ladies are trying to hold back tears.)

Jenny: I – I don’t know what use I’ll be to anyone with just one good hand. (gathers strength) Why just to think of all the things I haven’t been able to do the past few months – all the work around the house, the cooking –the (gasps again) Oh, Sarah, I’ll never quilt again! I do believe that the Lord is in control – I've got to trust Him, but what good will I ever be – how will I –(sobs quietly)

Sarah: (quietly and thoughtfully) Jenny, you’re a much better woman with one good hand than I am with two! I know there are many a days my husband tires of listening to my complaining. But you, you’re cheerful in spite of all your problems. (slight pause) I need what you have Jenny. I need the Lord, too.

Jenny: (looking up to SARAH) Oh, Sarah. Do you mean it? I’ve been praying for you for so long.

Sarah: Yes, I mean it. (stands to talk) It’s finally gotten through to me what you mean about all of us needing a Savior. Oh, I know that I’ve done wrong things, but I figured that someone with my heritage was already a Christian – no matter what. I see now that I need forgiveness, and I need a relationship with this Christ that you love. (slight pause) Will you help me?

Jenny: Oh, Sarah, I’d love to. All you have to do is to admit that you've sinned, and confess Jesus as your Savior. He'll welcome you with open arms.

Sarah: (sits down again next to JENNY) Dear Jesus – I know I’m not a praying woman. At least not away from church and all. And I know that I’m a sinner. But I’m asking you to forgive me – and save me. And to help me. Help me to love others. Amen.

Jenny: Amen. (gals hug) You know, Sarah, I’ve been praying for you for so long!

Sarah: And now we must both pray for Dr. Smith. I know he’s not the crotchety grouch that I am, but we all need the Lord, don’t we?

Jenny: Oh, yes. Everyone needs the Savior! Everyone needs the Savior.

Duncan: I’m sorry to hear about Jenny –

Will: Yeah, everyone’s sorry for Jenny. No one knows what I’m going through.

Charles: I know it must be difficult to give up your dream – but think of Jenny-

Will: That’s all everyone does – think of Jenny.

Josh: (yelling from "back room" after a slight thud) Duncan!

Duncan: Whatcha need, Pa?

Charles: Oh dear, did he lose his spectacles again?

Josh: (still yelling) I tripped on a rug and fell. I can't find my spectacles, and without them, I can't find my cane neither!

Duncan: (calling) I'll be right there, Pa. (to Charles and Will) Excuse me. . .(He quickly exits to help JOSH.)

Will: Everyone feels so sorry for Jenny because she can’t crochet anymore. Jenny can’t quilt anymore. Jenny can hardly cook. Poor, poor Jenny. But what about her poor brother who has to help her all of the time? Her brother, who has to stay here to farm this ground – who can’t (he quits talking and turns away as he is getting choked up)

Charles: Who can’t get his life straightened up by himself?

Will: (whirls around) What do you mean by that?

Charles: Your life would still be hard in Oregon, Will.

Will: Hard? A hard life to farm that ground?

Charles: Life is more than farming. It’s getting along with other people. It's getting along with yourself. (pause) It's getting along with the Lord.

Will: I tell you, Charles, I don’t need your religion.

Charles: (looks on the wash basin – then looks to WILL) You know, Will. You think a relationship with God is kind of like what Sarah Smith thinks of that wash basin. (WILL looks up, perplexed.) – saying that it’s just for looks. That it's too good to be used out here. If something's not used, it doesn’t do you a lot of good. But you know, if you opened your life up to the Lord – you’d find that He would make all the difference. Not that the farming would be easier, or that Jenny’s hand would be healed. But His grace would make it easier to bear.

Will: (looking thoughtfully) Jenny is taking this better than I am, but – I just – I just don’t know…

Charles: Think about it – will you?

Will: Yeah, I will. It’s just so hard –

Charles: Life is not always easy. Sometimes a man is called to die to his own dreams in order to serve others. That is what Christ did for us.

Will: But it was so close, so close.

Charles: I know. (puts his arm around his shoulder to comfort him.)

Will: Do you? (brushing him away) You’ll soon be on your way to Oregon. You’ll be reapin’ bumper crops while I have another harvest of shriveled corn. Would you stay behind if she were your sister? Could you?

Charles: (thoughtfully) I - I don't know. But sometimes a man’s gotta make hard decisions, Will. I truly am sorry for you. (picks up a package from the counter and starts to leave.) I’ll be praying for you. (opens his mouth as if to say something, but then turns and exits instead)

Will: Never go to Oregon? It can’t be. To always be stuck here? How can the Lord help? It doesn’t seem that He’s helped Jenny – what with only one good hand. And yet, she’s cheerful in spite of it all. She’s content to stay. (slight pause) Yet, she was content to go – even when she didn’t want to. And the poor gal – not even complaining about all she has to give up – but to give up Oregon? My dream? (buries face in his hands, sobbing. Slowly regaining his composure, he rises to sing.

Duncan: It's difficult, but we can still trust the Lord. I really believe that the Lord will use this difficulty in Jenny's life for a purpose.

Charles: Yes, He's promised that all things work out for good to those who love Him.

Dr. Smith: (thoughtfully) Do you remember, Duncan, when you said that God could keep your business going, even without a rain?

Duncan: Yeah, I think I remember-

Dr. Smith: I really didn't think He could do it, but He has. . .

Charles: Why, that's an added bonus to Jeb's coming to our town!

Duncan: Yes, the extra business has definitely kept the store going.

Charles: Aren't the Lord's ways amazing?

Duncan: Indeed, they are.

Charles: But we can still keep praying for rain. The farmers that are stayin' here will be planting again soon. A good crop this year will make all the difference in the world to them.

Duncan: Yes, we will keep praying, and trusting.

Dr. Smith: (laughing) You guys almost have me convinced. (pause) But I'd really like to see Him work out something good in Jenny's life -

Duncan: He can. And in His own time, I'm sure He will.

Charles: By the way, I hear that Potters will be filling in for Will and Jenny on the wagon train.

Dr. Smith: Yes, it’s so sad. Such a pretty young thing, and to maimed for life…. I only wish that I could have done more for her….

Duncan: I’m sure you did all you could –

Dr. Smith: Oh yes, but still, it wasn’t enough.

Charles: Sometimes the Lord uses these difficult situations in our lives to work out good.

Dr. Smith: You know, that is the one good thing that has come out of Jenny's accident. Why Sarah has not been the same since she – she (not sure how to put it)

Charles: You mean, since she was saved?

Dr. Smith: Well, whatever you call it. But by any name, it’s still great. Now the woman hardly complains at all. Why it’s almost a miracle!

Duncan: It is a miracle!

Dr. Smith: Yes – I guess. (thoughtfully) You know – there was a time when I said I’d give my right arm to stop her complaining. Seems like that’s just what Jenny’s done. (all nod in agreement) How’s Will taking it- not going to Oregon, and all?

Duncan: It’s hard on him. He had his heart set on Oregon, you know.

Dr. Smith: Yes, I know.

Charles: I was just talking with him last night. He thinks that everyone is feeling sorry for Jenny, but that no one realizes what he is going through.

Duncan: I wish there were a way to help him more.

Charles: Well, we can still pray for him. Jenny prayed for Sarah for a long time before she came to the Lord.

Dr. Smith: And I'm so glad she did! (laughs)

Sarah: (brightly) Well, hello to everyone.

(All respond kindly)

Sarah: (very brightly to DR. SMITH) I've finished at the milliner's, so I'm ready to go- that is if you've finished your business here.

Dr. Smith: (laughing good-naturedly) See what I mean? Ah - what a lovely change.

Charles: Indeed.

Duncan: Sarah, we were just talking about how the Lord has changed your life.

Sarah: Yes, the Lord has made a big difference, hasn't He? After all these years, I've realized that what I've been needing is not an easier life, but the Lord's strength. And He has given me that. (slight pause, then laughs)

Duncan: So you're not wanting to move back east still?

Sarah: Instead of praying for that - I'm asking the Lord to help me be content with things here. And He has already changed so many things in my life.

Dr. Smith: (joking) And so now - she likes it that our house is so small!

Sarah: I'm not saying that I would turn down some of the nicer things in life if offered them - but, the Lord is teaching me to be content - even with our plain, little house!

Dr. Smith: (laughingly) And I'm content with the change in her attitude! (stands) Well, Sarah, we might as well be heading home, then. (turns to DUNCAN) Well, I'll be thinking about what you've said. I just wish that -

Jenny: (excitedly, urgently) Will? Have you seen Will? (all shake their heads, SARAH goes to JENNY's side)

Sarah: Jenny, what’s wrong?

Jenny: It’s Will! He didn’t come home last night. I waited and waited – I was afraid something had happened to him. But this morning I realized that Ma’s earrings are missing. I’m sure he’s taken off to Independence to meet the wagon train there! Duncan – Charles – (turning to each as she says their names) you’ve got to go after him.

Dr. Smith: (trying to calm her down, takes her to the crate) Sit down, sit down. Take a deep breath.

Jenny: One of you have got to go after Will. He’s got to come back –to help with the farm and everything. I can’t hardly manage the house by myself anymore– how will I manage the farm?

Charles: (goes to JENNY and bends down on a knee – talking as if to a little child.) Jenny – it’s no use. Even if I went after him. I can’t force him to come back. And what help would he be to you then. If he wants to be in Oregon, you’ve got to let him go.

Jenny: But will Jeb still take him on?

Dr. Smith: If Will’s got the money, he’ll find a wagon train master who will take him.

Jenny: (excitedly again) But what will I do? And what will become of him?

Duncan: We can still pray, Jenny. We can still pray.

Jenny: But what will I do? What will I do?

Charles: The Lord has not failed you yet, Jenny.

Jenny: Yes, that’s right, but – Oh Will, how could you? (buries head in hands and sobs)

Dr. Smith: (motioning to SARAH) Jenny, we'll take you home. You need to lay down and rest. (He and SARAH gently take her arms and help her exit.)

Charles: (becoming thoughtful and quiet, he looks toward the wash basin.) You know, Duncan, seeing that you still have that wash basin set, I think I’ll have you put them on my bill and take them with me right now.

Duncan: (rather perplexed) And how do you plan on getting them to Oregon without smashing them to pieces?

Charles: (smiling) Can’t say that I plan to. (picking up the wash basin set, he exits. DUNCAN looks after him, shaking his head, perplexed.)