I, Jefferson Hope, confess that I have killed Enoch Drebber of Salt Lake City, Utah.
It all happened about twenty-one years ago. I was driving some cattle from the Nevada mountains to Salt Lake City. When suddenly, I see her. There was a girl, riding her horse that warm June morning. She was beautiful, might I add. She had been riding her horse when she had encountered my herd of cattle that blocked her way. She decided to get through a small opening and eased her way through it, thought it was very dangerous. She had not realized it until it actually happened. The herds started closing in on her, almost causing her to fall off and be trampled to her death. She was almost trampled and was being choked to death from the smoke and steam. Then and there, I knew that I had to act fast, before the girl would be crushed to death. So I acted; I grabbed her arm and guided her and her horse to safety. I looked at her small, frail body checking to see if she was hurt. But when I reached her beautiful, brown eyes that was filled with tears, I felt an ache in my heart just seeing her hurt. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I watched her. Then, I knew that I loved her. I laughed silently to myself, it was love at first sight.
As I approached her, I was nervous, fearing that she would be scared of me. I walked up to her a gave her my hand, to help her up. In that moment, she had accepted my hand. As I did so, I had trouble in finding the words to say. Her beautiful, brown eyes made it impossible for me to express what I wanted to say. Then I finally gained the courage, and asked her if she was okay. She replied with a smile and a laugh, that was so beautiful I cannot find the words to describe. It was like my life had brightened just because of that little smile and the sound of her harmonious laugh. Causing me to disconnect for my thoughts, she expressed how afraid she was, and how she did not expect her horse to be scared of cows. As I look at her and how scared she was, all I wanted to do was hold her tight to and keep her safe and away from all her fears. Since I had seen her coming from John Ferrier's house, I asked her if she was his daughter and told her if she could tell him, if he remembers Jefferson Hope from St. Louis. She replied telling me that I should go and ask him myself. Delighted by her invitation, I accepted. From that day, Lucy and I had started talking. We had become very close, after all the months of talking to each other. As time past by, we fell in love. I, Jefferson Hope, fell utterly in love with the girl of dreams, Lucy Ferrier. I fell in love with the most fascinating girl that I have ever met. Our love had grown stronger and stronger as each day passed. Soon, I had finally gained the courage, to ask for her hand in marriage and when I did, she said yes. She said yes! That had made me the most happiest guy in all of Salt Lake City, or even the entire world. That was one of the most wonderful days in my life; for I was engaged to the girl who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Since I had to return for a job for three months, we had agreed to put off the wedding until then.
From a fellow friend, I had learned that Lucy's father, John had a visited from Brigham Young. I feared for a visit from him must be very important. To my horror, I had learned that he had visited for the purpose of informing John that Lucy was to be married to a Mormon, not a non-Mormon, like myself. Saying I was shocked, was an understatement. I was heartbroken because of the fear that I would be separated and unable to marry the girl of my dreams. I had also learned Joseph Stangerson and Enoch Drebber had visited John too, coming to persuade him to allow one of them to marry Lucy. I was shocked without a belief. I thought how dare they address desires with her, though she is an engaged woman. Luckily, John, had been angered with them and threw them out. Oh my poor, Lucy, being forced to marry someone she does not love. How can I be here, when she and her father is suffering. My heart aches from the time and distance that is between us. I had gained knowledge that Lucy had to be married within a month. I cannot imagine the worries and stress she is undergoing. I was furious with them. Then, I knew that I had to go back and help them.
When I had arrived at Lucy's house, I was able to escape the Mormon community with Lucy and John Ferrier, to the mountains for safety. I had gone out to hunt. I thought we were finally safe, away from danger; but I was wrong because when I got back to our camp, they were gone. Silence was all I heard. I feared the worse for what had happened while I was gone. I saw the ground trampled by mounted men, and I knew they were here. I did not think it could get any worse but then I saw it, confirmation of something worse. There I saw it, a newly-dug grave. There was a stick, and a piece of paper attached. As I examined, I feared for who it was...was it my dear Lucy, or John, who had been so nice and had allowed me to have his daughter in marriage. Then I read it, there it read "John Ferrier, Formerly of Salt Lake City, Died August 4th, 1860". As I read it, I was both sad and relieved. Sad for they had killed John, those animals; and relieved, for I knew that my dear Lucy had not died, but I still wondered where she was and what they were going to do to her. I desperately yearned to know what had happened to my lovely Lucy. So, I travelled back to hear news about what happened to Lucy. There, I recognized an old Mormon acquaintance, and asked about her. He told me that Stangerson had killed Lucy's father, and that Lucy was forced to marry Drebber. I was sad beyond belief. Later on I learned that from her heart being broken, she had died a month later. I was furious, to say the least! Not only had they killed John, but they had forced my Lucy, MY LUCY, to marry that awful Drebber. She had died of a broken heart, and because of that my heart began to ache because of the sadness and torn that I was experienced. My love was gone, and I couldn't do anything about it. It frustrated me because of what they did. I knew there, that I would, no I will, get revenge for what they did to John, me, and Lucy. So, the night before her funeral, I broke into Drebber's house. I wanted to see her for one last time, before she was fully gone from me. I wanted to apologize, for not being able to save her from those awful people; to say my last goodbye, the one I was not be able to give. I promised her that I would do anything in my power, to get my revenge for them. I kissed her for the last time, and removed her wedding ring. She did not deserve to have that on her finger, for it was a reminder of her pain. I gave her my last goodbye, for I was set on a mission, and I intended to fulfill my promise.
I left the mountains, and years later came back. I stayed out of site before coming back, earning money to fulfill my revenge. When I returned to Salt Lake City, I had learned due to a schism, the Mormons had left, which included Joseph Stangerson and Enoch Drebber. There were no clues on where they had went. I had spent years tracking them down and had finally found them in Cleveland. They soon fled to London after. It was a very difficult task to catch up with them, but I was able to do it. They knew that they were being stalked which made it a bit hard, but I had do everything just so this could be successful, so I could get my revenge. They always travelled together and was never alone, for they feared what would happened to the other, if not. But luckily, one night I found Drebber drunk. It was a good thing that I always carried around two pills around just in case something like that would happen. That I would be lucky enough to catch one of them alone, so I could commence my revenge. One of the pills were poisonous, which would let to a quick and instant death, while other was harmless. So I did what had to be done that night, I left God to choose his fate, and his fate was death. I soon tracked Stangerson down. I planned to use the pills again, but he had attacked me, so I defended myself by stabbing him.
I, Jefferson Hope, admit to be involved in the murder of Enoch Drebber, for I did it for revenge; for love. I did it for it was necessary for me to be the judge, jury, and executioner all rolled into one because nobody would know what they did, and I had to take justice. I do not regret it for I fulfilled my promise to my dear Lucy, and I am not ashamed, not at all.
Joseph Smith Jr. founded the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, Mormonism in 1830. When he was young, he had the desire for finding the truth. He was very religious, and when he was baptized, he had to decide on which Christian religion to decide. He had turned to the bible for guidance on his decision. Later, he had said that he had received a vision from God and Jesus, calling him to become the prophet of God. He was told that all the churches were all false, and he was the one who should “restore true Christianity” and claimed that his church was the “only true church on earth”. Later on, he had gained visions instructing him to translate a history of ancient inhabitants of North America, and he published theses in 1830 as the Book of Mormons. He was important to the Mormons, for he had founded and the leader of their church and was seen as the prophet of God.
Brigham Young was the head of the Mormon Church and the architect of the Mormon colony in Utah and the author of one of the most important chapters in the American West. He was born on June 1, 1801, in Vermont. He had converted to Methodism in 1823, but when he read the Book of Mormon in 1830, he was drawn to Joseph Smith’s Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. In 1832, he was baptized and became a Mormon. Later on in 1835, he was called "the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles". He led the migration to the Rocky Mountains in 1846-1847 and founded Salt Lake City. He became President of the Church on December 21, 1847. He established Latter-day Saint settlements in Utah and around the American West. He also constructed temples in Salt Lake, St. George and Logan. He brought the telegram and railroad to Utah, and encouraged Latter-day Saints industry. He had also supported and stimulated excellence and refinement in every aspect of life. After 30 years as Church President, he died on August 29, 1877 in Salt Lake City. 
Lucy is nicknamed the “Flower of Utah”; however that nickname leads to trouble for her. As being nicknamed the “Flower of Utah”, she is seen for her beauty, as she has grown up and bloomed to be a beautiful, and charming young woman. But these name may cause her to be seen, as an object. For because of her beauty, she has attracted the attention of many men in the community, who now see her as an object; a prize to be won. This causes her to have a dilemma; for she has fallen in love with Jefferson Hope, a Christian; while the Mormon community, especially the elders, are pressuring her to marry someone within their faith and community, particularly, Enoch Drebber or Joseph Stangerson. Like her, I would feel trouble and scared because though she loves Jefferson Hope, she fears for her and her father, John Ferrier’s life because of it. She fears for what the Mormon elders will do and what will happen to them if she does not follow their rules and their customs; especially after she hears about the dreadful stories of those who oppose the Prophet. So if I were her, I would be confused and unsure about my decision, for I must choose between my life and the man I love. 
