This is Probably a Terrible Idea.
Well, uh. Hi. My name is Juliet Maverick. Juliet is my given name... well, sort of. Juliette, with the extra t and e at the end, was what my parents named me a very long time ago - I've just shortened it because I really hated how the french embellish their words. Maverick is the name I picked up a while ago when I met a pioneer who called me one, because I both loved the term and I hated the reminder that my family was all gone. My particular line was doomed when my brothers and sisters all died before the age of 2, from various causes. I had two older sisters die within days of their births. One of my brothers made it all the way into toddlerhood before he fell to consumption. Another died in the plague. I also heard whispers of a stillbirth after me, which was said to have put my mother into such a state that she never really recovered. Or maybe that's a story I made up to myself when I was a child. I only remember her as a figure in front of the big kitchen hearth...