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Martha Rogers is a former schoolteacher and English instructor. She served as a newsletter editor for the writer’s organization, Inspirational Writers Alive! for six years and is the state president. She is also the director for the annual Texas Christian Writer’s Conference and is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. Her novel, Not on the Menu (May 2007), is a part of Sugar and Grits, a novella collection with DiAnn Mills, Janice Thompson, and Kathleen Y’Barbo. Rogers has a Master’s Degree in Education, worked for twenty-eight years as a secondary teacher, and has worked as a supervisory teacher at University of Houston Clear Lake and as an instructor of English Composition at Houston Community College. Martha and her husband live in Houston, Texas and have worked with teenagers at First Baptist Church for twenty-four years.
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List Price: $10.99
Paperback: 297 pages
Publisher: Realms (January 5, 2010)
AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Jake Starnes hunkered down in his jacket. He smelled
frost in the air, but the cold in his bones came from fear, not
the temperature. A gust of wind threatened to take his hat. He shoved it down tighter to secure it.
He peered ahead at the barren landscape and the outline of the town of Barton Creek. Naked trees stretched forth to the skies against a backdrop of prairie grass that spread as far as the eye could see toward distant mountains. It bore no resemblance to the beautiful hills of Texas where he grew up. He missed them, but he’d probably never get the chance to see them again. He sighed in resignation to the life that lay ahead. A life he hadn’t chosen. It had chosen him the day he chose to wear a gun.
Mrs. Haynes sat beside him and nudged his arm. “How much longer will we be? Dear little Lucinda. I pray she doesn’t have to wait too long for us. I thought Ben would be done with the stock, but since he wasn’t, I’m thankful you were available.”
“Happy to oblige, ma’am. Won’t be long now.” Mrs. Haynes had talked about her sister’s “poor orphan child” for the past two months. He could sympathize with the child because he lost both his parents just after he turned fifteen. She must be grieving terribly.
The pressure of Mrs. Haynes’s hand on his arm brought him to the present. “Jake Starnes, you’re not paying one bit of attention to me. If your mind is on the work you left at the ranch, don’t worry about it. Ben and the others can take care of your chores.”
“I know they will.” Gray clouds covered the late October sky. “It’s getting darker. Hope we get back home ‘fore night sets in. That wind’s coming straight down across the prairie with nothing to stop it.”
“Dear me, I do pray Lucinda is dressed warmly.” Mrs. Haynes pulled her shawl more tightly about her shoulders.
“You said she’s coming from Boston, so she knows about cold weather.” He peered at the horizon. The few buildings of Barton Creek drew closer. Another ten minutes and they’d be in town.
Jake’s stomach began churning like those blue-black clouds rolling across the sky. Were it not for the little girl waiting for them, he’d have turned back home now. If the sheriff in Barton Creek recognized him or had questions about him being a stranger in these parts, he’d be in a heap of trouble.
He’d avoided going into the settlement ever since he came to Oklahoma six months ago. His wanderings ended at the Haynes’s spread, where he’d stopped to ask for work. His first intention to stay only a month or so then move on changed when the Haynes showed him a kindness and love he sorely missed. They had become the family he had lost years ago.
Now the thought of entering the town caused fear to rise like bile. What would happen if the lawman in town recognized him and Ben Haynes learned about Jake’s past, a past he wanted to forget?
Lucinda stared down at the dusty ground beneath the worn wooden bench of the Wells Fargo depot and twisted her black-gloved hands in her lap. She searched the area for a familiar face. Where were Aunt Amelia and Uncle Ben? Her escort had fallen ill in the last town, but Lucinda had been determined to come on alone despite protests, and now she sat here with no one to meet her. Doubt clouded her mind over the decisions of the past month.
With no one else to call family, she’d had no choice but to come west. Aunt Mellie and Uncle Ben could never replace Mama and Papa, but being a part of the Haynes family would help take away the loneliness haunting her days.
She swiped at something as it brushed her cheek. An insect of some kind flew away, and she shuddered. What other strange things would she see this day? Her gaze swept across the scene before her. Several buildings across from the depot included a general store. She stood and made her way across the uneven ruts crisscrossing the street, if the hard-packed ground could be considered a street. A sign advertising Anderson’s General Store squeaked on its chains. Welcome warmth greeted her when she pushed her way through the double doors.
A woman behind the counter peered at her. “May I help you, dear?”
The aroma of lamp oil and peppermint mingled in the air. “I stepped in to get out of the wind. I’m waiting for my Uncle Ben and Aunt Amelia to pick me up.”
The gray-haired woman wiped her hands on her white apron. “Are you talking about Amelia Haynes?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ve come to live with them.”
The lady beamed. “Welcome to Barton Creek. I’m Bea Anderson, and that’s my husband Carl over there.” A slightly bald man helping a customer grinned and nodded in her direction.
Mrs. Anderson pulled up a stool beside the wood stove. “Sit a spell and get warm. Ben and Amelia should be here soon.”
A young man by the shelf of canned goods turned and smiled. Lucinda offered a small one in return. Heat rose in her cheeks as he continued to stare.
She broke her gaze and pointed to glass jars filled with a rainbow of colors. “Thank you, but I must go back over to the depot. I’ll take a few of those peppermints if you don’t mind.”
Mrs. Anderson filled a small bag with the candy. “It’s a mite colder out now. Sure you don’t want to stay here until they arrive?”
Lucinda handed the woman a few coins and grasped the bag. “Thank you for your concern, but I don’t want them to have to hunt for me. Maybe I’ll see you again.”
“If you come to church on Sunday, you surely will.” The bell over the door jingled, and another customer entered. Mrs. Anderson turned her attention to the new patron. The young man smiled and nodded as Lucinda turned from the counter. She didn’t smile in return. Mrs. Anderson should have introduced him. Were proper manners of no importance here on the frontier?
Lucinda crossed back to the depot that was down from the town’s answer for a hotel. The only fully brick building in sight, it had grand windows, and cut glass adorned the wooden doors, but it couldn’t compare to the ones in Boston. Of course, nothing in these buildings resembled the beauty of the masonry of her hometown.
She returned to the bench and popped a peppermint into her mouth. The sharp sweetness teased her taste buds as she savored her favorite candy. It brought back memories of Papa bringing a bag of treats home to her every week.
She’d be eighteen in less than six months and old enough to take care of her own affairs. Until then, however, she had to comply with the lawyer’s recommendations. At least her aunt and uncle were family, and she longed to be a part of a family once again. She missed having someone concerned about her welfare. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson had been kind, but they had their own affairs to tend to. Her only fear now lay in losing her own identity so far away from everything she knew and loved.
With no idea what lay ahead, one thing was sure: she would have to learn to do without the amenities enjoyed as the only child of a wealthy family. But if Aunt Amelia could come out here and live and be entirely happy, Lucinda had to at least give it a try.
A gust of wind whipped open her dark blue cloak and stirred a small whirlwind of dirt. She coughed from the dust and wrapped the thick wool tighter around her body to ward off the cold. If Aunt Amelia and Uncle Ben didn’t arrive soon, she’d have to go back inside to escape the weather.
Mellie Haynes shivered in the frigid air. In a few minutes she’d be with her young niece. Dear Lucinda. How would she fare in this country? Amelia missed her sister and the wonderful letters they exchanged, but that couldn’t begin to compare to the grief Lucinda must bear.
The Haynes ranch house may not be as elegant as Lucinda’s home in Boston, but it was warm, comfortable, and large enough to accommodate her own son and daughter as well as Lucinda.
She pictured her young niece and Becky together. Surely Lucinda’s upbringing would have a positive effect on her
daughter’s hoydenish behavior. Of course, Becky was only twelve, but the time had come for her to learn more ladylike ways.
Mellie considered the young man beside her. Jake couldn’t be much more than a few years older than Lucinda. Such a handsome face, but so full of sadness, it had drawn her to him like a moth to light when he arrived at the ranch all those months ago. He’d become more like a second son. She wanted to erase that haunted look in his eye and believed she’d succeeded until today.
When they reached the main street, her heart beat a little faster. Her precious niece huddled on the bench, staring at the ground. She would offer Lucinda plenty of comfort and love to help her adjust to all the changes in the days ahead.
Lucinda sat with head bowed against the wind as it blasted around the corner. She yanked on her bonnet to keep it from flying off into the street. She hadn’t felt this lonely since the day after the funeral.
Wagon wheels creaked and broke the silence. Her name echoed across the street, and she glanced up. Aunt Amelia waved and called to her again. Relief flooded Lucinda’s soul. She bolted from the bench and ran into her aunt’s welcoming arms.
Aunt Amelia hugged her tightly. “Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry we’re late. Your uncle Ben couldn’t leave the ranch, so I had Jake bring me.”
A young man in dusty boots and a brown hat stood waiting by the wagon. Hair the color of the wheat fields she’d passed in Kansas escaped from under his hat and brushed his shoulders. He tipped the brim back with a forefinger, and his eyebrows arched as though surprised to see her.
Aunt Amelia hugged her again before stepping back. “Oh, let me look at you. You’ve grown even more beautiful since we saw you at the funeral.” She turned to the cowboy. “Jake, come and meet Lucinda.”
The young man sauntered across the unpaved street and removed his hat. Steel blue eyes met Lucinda’s gaze and sliced through her with razor sharpness. She gulped. No one had ever looked at her like that.
Aunt Amelia introduced him as Jake Starnes. A muscle twitched in his well-tanned jaw, and a gust of wind blew a few strands of hair across his face. Still, he stared. Curiosity swelled from within, but she averted her eyes. The handsome young man in dirty boots and a blue jacket was like no other young man Lucinda had ever met.
She lifted her chin into the air and turned her gaze toward the station. “My bags are over there.”
He stepped behind Lucinda to survey two trunks and a mound of other pieces. He emitted a low whistle. “All that stuff yours?”
At Lucinda’s nod, he shook his head, then hefted the smaller trunk onto his shoulder. With his free hand he grasped the handle of her largest bag. “I reckon it’ll fit, but we’ll all three have to ride on the bench.” He strode across the way to a wagon hitched to a pair of horses.
Lucinda scurried to keep up. Dismay swelled in her chest as she surveyed the wooden contraption. No carriage? How far would she have to ride up on that narrow seat? “How far is it?” she asked.
“It’s about an hour’s drive out to the ranch. Mrs. Haynes, maybe we should have brought the bigger buckboard.”
Aunt Amelia covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry. I should have thought of that, but this will have to do for today.”
Jake pushed his load into the back of the wagon. He turned to Aunt Amelia and offered his assistance to lift her onto the wooden plank bench. After she settled herself, he nodded toward a step on the side and reached for Lucinda’s elbow.
Lucinda tensed at his touch but accepted his help. She perched next to her aunt. Not even a cushion on the boards to soften the impact, but the thickness of her petticoats and coat would ease the bumps a bit.
As soon as she was situated, Jake turned back to the station. “I’ll get the rest of your things.”
Jake’s dark jacket strained across his broad shoulders as he lifted the final two boxes and almost staggered under their weight.
Aunt Amelia leaned against her arm. “Jake’s a strong young man and a big help on the ranch.”
Lucinda’s cheeks again filled with heat. Ashamed to think her aunt caught her observing the cowboy, she let her gaze wander back to the street and the buildings. How different from what she expected, but then she had no way of knowing what awaited her in Barton Creek.
Before she could take time for further inspection, Jake returned to heave the last small trunk onto the wagon.
Jake frowned up at her. “‘Tain’t Boston, but it’s growing.”
His words echoed her thoughts and unnerved her even more. She clasped her hands to keep them from shaking.
He unhitched the horses and climbed up beside her aunt, then reached behind him for a heavy wool coat. Jake pushed his long arms into the sleeves and buttoned it around his chest. A flick of the reins and the team moved forward.
Wide-open range and grasslands spread across the scene with distant hills giving character to an otherwise dull landscape with its brown and pale greens. Leafless trees sent crooked fingers into the overcast sky. The land looked as though God had created it and then forgotten it. Lucinda shivered as the wind sent chilling gusts through her cloak.
Aunt Amelia grasped Lucinda’s hand. “Our house isn’t a big one by any means, but we have plenty of room for you, and Becky is excited to have another girl around the ranch. You’ll share a room with her.”
Share a room? Lucinda hadn’t counted on that either. What other surprises lay waiting for her? The view of bleak land sowed more seeds of doubt in her mind. She should have insisted on staying in Boston. How would she ever fit into life on a ranch in such a lonely place?
If only Mama and Papa hadn’t been so protective, she might not be as ill at ease as she was now. The sound of her name broke into her reverie. “What was that, Aunt Amelia?”
“I said Lucinda is rather a formal name for the west. How about Lucy? It’s short and easy to say.”
Change her name? What next? She rolled the name on her tongue but didn’t care for the feel of it. If she changed her name, then she’d be giving up one more part of herself. Manners restrained her tongue from a sharp answer. “I’ll have to think about the name for a while if you don’t mind, Aunt Amelia.”
Her aunt pursed her lips. “Of course, dear, but you can call me Aunt Mellie. Everyone at the ranch and in town does except for this young’un here.” She nudged Jake in the arm. “Don’t you think she looks like a Lucy?”
Jake shot her a quick look. “Sounds fine to me, ma’am,” he said politely.
“Yes, Lucy is a good name.” Mrs. Haynes grinned at Jake but spoke to Lucinda. “His name is Jacob, but we all call him Jake. Even your cousins have shortened names.”
Love emanated from her aunt, but Lucinda would wait awhile before agreeing to change her name. She leaned forward a bit to observe Jake just as he cut his gaze to hers. A strange feeling of excitement engulfed her, but the unknown sent an icicle of fear through her heart.
Jake matched Lucinda’s stare until she turned her head. Was that fear he saw in her eyes? What had he said or done to frighten her?
He observed Lucinda’s ramrod straight back, her hands clutching a dark blue cloak around her. Raven black hair peeked from beneath a bonnet. He didn’t know her age, but she had to still be in her teen years. What had led him to think Lucinda was a child? Of course Mrs. Haynes always referred to her as a little girl. Nothing prepared him for the young lady seated on the other end of the wagon bench.
Mrs. Haynes eyed Lucinda’s traveling clothes. “We’ll have to get you some more comfortable things for life on the ranch.”
Jake swallowed a chuckle as Lucinda protested. “No need for that. Mr. Sutton thought I needed a proper traveling gown, but most of the things his wife helped me with are much more practical.” More practical? Jake doubted it. A refined lady from Boston like her wouldn’t know the first thing about what to wear at a ranch. A twinge of sympathy ran through him. She looked as out of place as a pig at a cattle auction.
“Here we are,” said Mrs. Haynes. “Welcome to your new home, dear.”
Before them the Rocking H ranch spread out across the horizon. The roof outlines of the house, bunkhouse, and barns drew near. Jake urged the horses forward, eager to deliver his unusual charge and return to his work. Lucinda’s troubles were none of his business. Besides, he had enough troubles of his own to carry.