The Last Muster

Book excerpt: 'We only have the frozen Mississippi to cross...if we get through this...' Virginia continued to walk beside the wagon as she trudged through the snow, her hand in Allen's, her thoughts lingering on her dead sister, buried outside Gallatin, just yesterday. Then she stopped and looked back. Joseph Smith was not with them this time. He was in the hands of the mob awaiting execution for treason. It had been a long time since those desperate days in Missouri. The temple in Salt Lake City had taken forty years to build. Virginia looked up at the granite structure and thanked God she had been allowed to live to see it finished. Today her grandsom would be sealed there.--Back cover.