
by Robert Byerley
| The road from Apache
Junction to Mesa was a rough one; and hot. They stood and waited for the
Overland Stage. The ticket agent had told them that it was due at 3:15
but it was going on to 5:00 before they finally saw a cloud of dust on
the horizon. The stagecoach clattered to a stop: they gathered their
belongings in a pile for the long journey ahead. Sarah spoke to Old
Jonah, the driver and he assured them that “Yes Ma'am, I reckon we
could take on three more!”
From the Apache Junction Gazette - Aug. 3, 1868
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