How did you end up in a small town in Mexico with just one suitcase?

Uncle Gordon had warned against it. Your own father had flat out forbidden it. But the Lancaster women had always known best.

Adjusting your grip on the suitcase handle, you picked up your skirts with the other and leapt down from the stagecoach.

“Doctor Lancaster, Susan, yoo hoo over here!” waving frantically Aunt Lettie hove into view “Welcome to Jamestown, welcome to Mexico, welcome home senorita”.