Driven by revenge after the death of his beloved uncle, Micah Sinclair sets out to destroy the Mexicans responsible. Lucie MacCallum sees in Micah a haunted heart that only love can reach. But her Mexican heritage and her secret ties to a bandito threaten to sever the tenuous bond between them.
The people of Maintown, Oregon, eagerly await the arrival of the new minister. And with his bachelor status, the women of Maintown waste no time putting the best foot forward of their marrying-age daughters. But Zack is no ordinary preacher. With his bumbling antics in both the pulpit and in fron...
Kiernan told Victoria as they surveyed Dutch Flat. “Looks like most of the other mining towns we’ve lived in or around,” Victoria replied. He stopped and looked at his young wife. She had once worn beautiful party clothes and known a life much easie...
The rope bed had been donated by one of his friends, and in spite of the feather mattress, he found it impossible to get comfortable. Everything hurt and felt swollen or bruised. How could it be that he should still feel so bad after so much time had passed? He tried not to show his discomfort, h...
But Liz kept running even though her heart felt as if it would explode. Feeling the hot animal breath on her heels, she kicked furiously. “No! Please . . . no!” She tried to cry out the words, but nothing save for mute gasps seemed to come from her lips. “Liz.” The voice did not come from the pur...
“I’m not hungry,” he stated firmly. “Please just go away and let me sleep.” “But James,” Edith begged, “you must regain your strength. The doctor said—” “I don’t care! Just go!” He immediately regretted his sharp words when his mother’s face fell in complete dejection. “I’m just tired, Mother,” h...
Their usual day had to be changed to this the third Sunday in September because last Sunday Pastor Barnett had been able to come to Maintown and hold a service for the folks. It was kind of him to occasionally fit the Maintown Brethren of Christ Church into his schedule, even though they were of ...
At Christmas, she’d been much too preoccupied with the glamor and festivities of the holidays and people. But now, having been summoned for a private dinner, Carolina took the time to study every detail. Overhead, the opulent gilt-bronze chandelier cast down a warm glow. Carolina was notably impr...
Oakbridge. The very word meant family and pleasant memories. It was odd, Carolina thought, how time away had caused her to set aside all of the bad memories and choose only the good ones. “There it is!” Brenton declared. “I see the white pillars.” He was right. Through the trees in the distance, ...