Carter Roy

Amy would be left alone, though still tied up.

The moment Rose left, Amy's eyes searched the cabin.

On the far side of the room, she spotted an empty five-gallon tin can with a jagged edge.

Amy rolled across the floor to the can.

She wriggled her wrists against the rim, rocking back and forth.

The fabric slowly tore and slipped off her wrists.

Hands free, Amy praised God as she untied her ankles.

Unsteadily, she rose to her feet and climbed out the room's window.

Freedom.

Except Amy had no idea where she was or how long it would be before her captors returned.

Putting her trust in God, she poured all her strength into her limbs and ran for her life across the desert.

dodging the cacti and dry brush.

She stumbled 20 miles without scraping her legs or shoes.

She wrapped her dress around her head and arms like a shawl, shielding herself from the sun to avoid burns.

Darkness fell and still Amy ran.

At last, she saw a glow on the horizon, a town running on pure faith.

She staggered up to the nearest house, yelling for help.

A couple opened the door, gave her water, and called the police.

Amy was saved.

She learned it was June 23rd, 1926.