All good things must come to an end, and Ruth Glover's irresistible fiction series will be wrapped up in Backroads to Bliss. This final portion of romance, humor, and historical storytelling will charm fans of the series, which details the adventures of Saskatchewan's unflagging settlers.In Backr...
One's blood stirs at the pounding thunder of buffalo hooves; the other's thrills to the sound of tinkling crystal and rustling taffeta. Mary Morrison-- Simple, devoted, and true, Mary dreams of leaving servitude in Scotland for equal footing in a land of freedom. She and her husband, Angus, set...
Each novel in Ruth Glover's Saskatchewan Saga is filled with enchanting characters, surprising plots, and fascinating historical detail. Set in the late 1800s, the stories introduce Scottish and English emigrants who bravely journey to the wild Canadian frontier. In Journey to Bliss, Glover's thi...
Will Ketchum asked, even before he embraced his wife. “Something’s wrong, isn’t it?” “It could have been worse—” “What is it, Lavinia!” “The chickens—” “What about the chickens?” Her husband was too im...
Not knowing the problem, yet sensing one, their kindly faces were anxious. “What is it, Parker?” It was Brother Dinwoody who asked this time, but there was a question in all eyes. A question and a dread. None of them had been immune from the miserie...
But as Parker Jones looked down at the face raised to his—a picture of misery—the sweeter sound was lost in the broken cry of the man seated on the edge of the parsonage porch, his feet dangling, his gnarled hands hanging, empty and somehow pathetic. It was as though those hands, accustomed to gr...
From most corners of the world they came—all seeking a homestead. “Keep Canada British” was the cry. But the gates were open, and like a mighty, rushing stream, they could not be stanched. Wanted or not, welcome or not—they came. English settlers we...
It emphasized the emptiness of the ring within the circling trunks; it touched the lone figure... Birdie stepped farther back into the shadows of the room, watching, numb of feeling for the moment, while Buck—partially concealed, clearly discernible—hesitated uncertainly. ...