by Terri Grace
CONTENTS
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Dedication
Pioneer Hearts
A Personal Word From Terri
Chapter One - Prologue
Chapter Two - Singer
Chapter Three - Helena's Visit
Chapter Four - Expectant
Chapter Five - The Outing
Chapter Six - The Fashionable Miss Brenda Kelly
Chapter Seven - The Lord's Provision
Chapter Eight - Olive Plants
Pioneer Hearts
Faith & Hope Find Love on the Frontier
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Promise of Blessing is the second book in the Pioneer Hearts Series
PIONEER HEARTS is a heart warming collection of Wild Western romances celebrating the courage of young Mail Order Brides and their trailblazer husbands. Each book is a complete story in itself, with strong characters you will fall in love with.
Book 1: Promise to Love
Book 2: Promise of Blessing
“Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we’d better get on with it… Start running—and never quit! ”
Hebrews 12:1 THE MESSAGE
A Personal Word from Terri
“Pioneer Hearts is inspired by the incredible reality that the kind of stories we are writing and reading really did take place! It is a historical fact that the 1800’s saw many brides heading West to the arms of men they had never met except for a few exchanged letters. What courage they must have displayed to head out to the unknown in search of a promise.
The characters that run throughout the series are so alive, and so approachable. The lovely Josie, her handsome husband Clae, cheeky Harland, who has his eye on the plucky Beth Drescher - and that is just the people! What of Christmas and Thanksgiving, the boy’s faithful horses, and Pea, the darling goat? This second book in the collection is a complete story in itself , with a couple of surprises (and shocks!) that will bring seasonal cheer to your heart whatever time of year it may be!”
Terri Grace (Author)
CHAPTER ONE
Prologue
JOSEPHINE MCKINLEY, FORMERLY Josephine Hayden, travelled thousands of miles as a mail order bride to an unknown future, and to the arms of an unknown man. She did it to save her family from financial ruin, and to lift a burden from her ailing father’s shoulders. Thankfully, Josie was swept into the loving arms of pioneering Frontier farmer Clae McKinley. Together with his twin brother Clae has established a thriving farm just outside of Wichita, Kansas.
Through doubts and challenges the binding Christian love that the newlyweds share is proven beyond any contract of marriage or man made institution. It is a marriage of two hearts beating as one.
Despite the unknown illness that strikes Josie, God’s mercy, and Clae’s love and devotion, pull her though.
Seeing the love that the couple share, Harland, the blue-eyed and passionate twin brother of Clae, is reminded daily of his own need for a good woman, but will the girl he has set his heart upon be willing to give her hand?
CHAPTER TWO
Singer
THE WIND STIRRED the tall prairie grass but the Kansas sea did not ripple in its usual, musical way. Fall was still some way off, but the grass was beginning to turn golden and dry out. The wind bumped against the dead heads of flowers and caught in tangles of broken stems.
Josephine McKinley shivered as she watched it, and pulled her knees up closer to her chest. She sat on a large, flat rock at the top of a gentle slope that ran down to a stream. This was a small part of their land that she and Clae had decided to leave unbroken, and it was one of her favourite places to sit. She kept her feet well off the ground, overly cautious of snakes ever since her encounter with a rattler in the barn several weeks before.
She pulled her shawl tightly around her. Since her recent illness she never felt comfortable – always too hot or too cold. Clae would be upset if he knew she had sat out here so long, but he was in town and would not be back for some time, and she could not bear another minute alone inside the house.
It had taken her much longer than anticipated to recover. The doctor could not tell them why, or whether the fever had done any permanent damage. She was tired of sitting and sewing or tatting. She was tired of thinking of new things to say to Millie and Beth, when they came to visit, or cook, or help with the more strenuous household chores. Harland had been generously supplying Josie with books from his vast collection, but even her favourite poems and sermons seemed dull.
The truth was, she admitted to the wind, she felt that she was failing Clae all the while she recuperated. There was always so much physical work for him and Harland to do around the farm, and there had been days when she hadn’t even been able to cook them a good morning meal.
She remembered the night Clae tore up the agreement she had signed before their wedding and declared that his love for her would never depend on what she did or did not do. The thought brought a little warmth. She must keep reminding herself of it.
The sun eased the soreness from her back, and it felt as if the wind was blowing away the dust inside her body. She sat so still for so long that a family of prairie dogs popped their heads out of their burrow. She watched them, delighted, until an involuntary movement on her part startled the male. He barked sharply and they all disappeared below ground in a heartbeat.
Disappointed, Josie stretched and slid slowly off the rock. It was time to start the walk back to the house. It was a long way, but thankfully the path was mostly downhill in the homeward direction.
As she rounded a corner and the roof of the big barn came into view, she was startled by a white and brown creature that leaped up at her from behind a thick clump of grass. She staggered backwards.
“Pea!” she admonished, pressing her hand to her chest and breathing heavily. “What are you--? How did you get out of your pen again? He’s not here. You have got to learn to be patient.”
She caught the little goat, Clae’s faithful shadow, by one of her horns and led her gently back to the barn yard. She tied her to a long rope beside the house, but the silly creature looked so forlorn that Josie gave in and let her inside. She would make a nuisance of herself, but she would be company.
Supper was prepared and Josie was dozing in a chair, exhausted, when Pea, who was lying across Josie’s feet, raised her head, her floppy ears twitching. The farm dogs started up a racket. A few seconds later Josie heard the rumble of wagon wheels and the clopping of the men’s horses, Thanksgiving and Christmas’s hooves. Clae and Harland were home from town.
She heard them pull up outside the house; heard Clae’s cheery voice commanding the dogs to be quiet. The next moment the front door flew inwards and the brim of a hat appeared around it, beneath which was a lock of blond hair and a pair of very cheeky blue eyes, crinkled at the corners.
“There’s my Josie,” said Clae, the rest of him appearing around the door. He paused to scratch the top of Pea’s
head, lifting a bag in his other hand high out of reach of her quivering nostrils. Josie, shaking off her weariness, got up from her chair to greet him, and found herself enveloped in slightly dusty-smelling warmth. Her face and neck were covered with kisses. She laughed and pushed him away, aware that Harland had just come in, carrying a large crate.
Clae took a step back and bowed, presenting the bag in his hand with a flourish. She caught a whiff of sweetness and took it eagerly. Inside were six perfect peaches, golden and velvety.
“They’re for you, mind, not for all of us. Doc says they’ll be good for you,” said Clae.
“Oh, they’re beautiful! Thank you.” She reached for his hand and raised it to her lips.
Behind Clae, Harland made an impatient noise. “We gonna unload this wagon sometime tonight?” he asked.
Clae raised an eyebrow at Josie. “Don’t mind him. He’s been right ornery ever since…let me see. Oh, yeah, must have been about the time we met Beth, being escorted around town by Mr Jake Friend.”
Harland’s eyes flashed with uncharacteristic anger before he turned away from them to put the crate down. “I have not been ornery,” he said. “I’d just like to get finished here sometime soon so’s I can have some supper.”
Clae tipped his hat to Josie and turned theatrically on one heel, and the twin brothers, identical but for an odd flush on Harland’s cheeks, went back out to the wagon.
Josie moved to the kitchen to finish off the supper, her interest piqued for the first time in days. Her little friend Beth, in the company of the rather wealthy Jake Friend. This was news.
It was no secret to anyone who knew her that Beth had long carried a torch for Harland, and Harland, although his ways were in general somewhat looser than Clae and Josie could approve, singled Beth out on many occasions. Still, she was young, and Josie had assumed that Harland was simply biding his time. Lately, though, as Beth made visit after visit to the McKinley farm and there seemed to grow no understanding between them, Josie had begun to wonder. Harland was clearly upset by the possibility that Beth had another beau, yet he did nothing to declare his feelings. What game was he playing?
The wagon was unloaded, the horses seen to and the evening chores done before the men came in to supper, carrying a very large packing crate between them.
Josie scurried out of their way as they lowered it carefully in the middle of the room.
“What, in heaven’s name, is that?” she asked.
“Supper first,” said Clae, “and then we’ll show you.”
The meal was a happy one, although Harland looked preoccupied. A visit to town always meant plenty of news for discussion. There were a number of new babies, someone that Josie did not know had a new bride out from Chicago, and the city policeman recently appointed by Marshal Meagher was making a name for himself.
“Gosh, I’m sorry,” said Clae, patting his pockets. “I almost forgot – you’ve got a letter from New York.”
Josie opened it eagerly. It was from Anna – pages and pages of society gossip, raptures over the latest fashions and, at the end, almost as an afterthought, an update on their father’s health. The warm summer weather had done him good and he was better than he had been in months.
When they had finished eating, Clae bowed his head and gave thanks for this piece of good news, and for Josie’s own improving health. Then he jumped up from the table and began to pry the lid off the crate. Once it was off, he and Harland removed one side and lifted out something heavy, covered with a thick cloth. They set it on the floor beside Josie’s chair.
“I realised,” said Clae, “that I never got you a wedding present.”
Josie heart began to thump.
“So…we had this idea. I hope you like it.” He waved at the object.
Josie stood up and carefully removed the heavy cloth. Underneath was a table made of dark, polished wood, with four small drawers and a matching stool. The underside of the table was a complicated wheeled mechanism made out of metal, and on top of it, a heavy, metal object was set into the wood. In curly gold lettering across the front of the object was painted the word “Singer”.
Josie gasped and blinked several times, unable to believe her eyes.
“A sewing machine!” And an expensive one, at that. “How…? Oh, but I have nothing….” She looked up at Clae, tears making her eyes bright. “It’s beautiful!” Feeling overwhelmed, she sank down onto a chair.
“But I have nothing to give you,” she said dolefully.
“Well, I don’t know about that,” said Clae. “Supper was pretty good.”
“Amen,” agreed Harland.
Josie ran her fingers over the polished wood and the cool metal. It really was a beautiful machine. She had never imagined that one day she might own one. The things that she could do with it! What would Millie and Beth say? They would both want to try it. She would have to learn how to use it before they next came to visit.
“Where would you like it?” asked Clae.
“Oh, well….” She glanced around the room. “Over there, between the window and the fireplace, please. The light will be best there.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
They set it in place, and Josie just stood and stared at it. The lamplight glinted off its shiny surface. It looked far too ostentatious for the little farmhouse room, but even if it had been a simple and ugly thing, it would have stood out to Josie as something special.
Turning, she threw her arms round Clae, whose pleasure at this unusually zealous demonstration was clearly revealed on his face.
Harland gave a gruff chuckle when he saw his brother’s expression. “You keep doing that,” he said to Josie, “and this place will overflow with sewing machines.”
CHAPTER THREE
Helena's Visit
THE FOLLOWING DAY, Josie occupied herself by experimenting with the machine. Against his custom, Clae spent a good part of the day indoors, mending harnesses, and she soon became aware of him scrutinising her every movement. After a while it began to irritate her, and she swivelled around on the stool to face him.
He tried to look innocent but she folded her arms pointedly and stared at him until he sighed.
“All right, all right,” he said. “I’m tryin’ to judge whether you’re well enough yet for something.”
“Well did you ever think of asking?”
“That’s an idea.”
“What’s the something?”
“I ran into Jed Parker in town yesterday.”
“Jed Parker...” she repeated, trying to place the name.
“He and his cousin own the lumber yard. Anyway, his wife helps to teach at the school.”
“Oh.”
“Seems they had a new teacher all lined up to replace Miss Morgan for the winter – she’s to be married – but the lady took one sniff of our fragrant Kansas air and hightailed it back east.”
“What can I do about that?”
“Well, Jed says Millie’s been singing your praises to the school board, and they’d like you to go help Mrs Parker out two days a week until another teacher can come after Christmas.”
Josie looked aghast. “Me. Teach.”
“Well, sure. You said yourself you taught your sister. You taught Beth your fancy…”
he waved one hand hopelessly – “sewing stuff.”
“But what would I be teaching?”
“Mathematics, mostly. A bit of spelling – that sort of thing.”
“Oh...well...maybe I could help some. But two days every week? That’s a lot of traveling.”
Clae nodded. “It would be Mondays and Tuesdays. You would have to stay in town overnight. But it’s only for a few weeks. I spoke with Millie. She and Pastor William would be happy to have you.”
“I...need to think.”
“Take your time.”
There was a knock at the door so soft they barely heard it.
“Now who could that be? I didn’t hear a horse. Did you?”
Josie shook h
er head and peered out the front window. “It’s Helena,” she said, surprised. “She’s come on foot.”
Clae frowned and got up to answer the door. “Cousin Helena,” he said. “How d’you do?” He ushered her inside and over to a chair.
Helena was usually so thin that her head looked too big for her body, but today the hollows of her cheeks were more filled in and her figure more rounded. It took Josie some time to realise that this was partly because she was expecting.
Her long walk had clearly exhausted her, but she brushed off Clae’s and Josie’s concerns, saying she enjoyed the silence and the solitude of the open fields. Still, Josie hurried to get her a meal and something cool to drink.
When Josie returned with the food, Clae was politely showing Helena the sewing machine, and Helena was admiring it, open mouthed. She was so enraptured that she forgot herself and let her hair, which she was wearing loose enough to cover her jawline, fall back a little, uncovering a large green bruise.
Josie drew in a sharp breath but managed to turn it into a cough. She knew that her cousin was not well-treated by her husband, but she should not assume that this was his work. Any one of their farm animals could have been the perpetrator; it may well have been the result of an accident of some kind.
Unfortunately, Helena had noticed her reaction. She flushed and quickly righted her hair.
Harland came in noisily at that moment, knocking his boots against the outside wall to rid them of dust.
“Looks like there’s an almighty storm moving in. Oh, good afternoon, Cousin Helena! Have these two been boasting to you about our fancy new contraption?” He kissed her hand quickly and turned to Josie with a pleading look. “Any chance of some of those potatoes coming my way?”