Middle Falls Time Travel Series, Books 4-6 (Middle Falls Time Travel Boxed Sets Book 2)
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Middle Falls Time Travel Series Books 4-6
By Shawn Inmon
©·by Shawn Inmon 2018
The Final Life of Nathaniel Moon
©·by Shawn Inmon 2018
The Emancipation of Veronica McAllister
©·by Shawn Inmon 2018
The Changing Lives of Joe Hart
©·by Shawn Inmon 2018
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Table of Contents
Copyright Page
Middle Falls Time Travel Series, Books 4-6
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three | 1983
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen | 1989
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen | 1995
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen | 2018
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Epilogue
Epilogue Two
For my sisters
Chapter One | February 2018
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
The Changing Lives | of Joe Hart
The Changing Lives of Joe Hart | by Shawn Inmon | Copyright 2018 © Shawn Inmon | All rights reserved
Chapter One | 1960
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four | 2004
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Author’s Note
Chapter One
Victoria Schmidt was engaged to be married on her twelfth birthday.
She was married in a secret ceremony on her thirteenth.
The ceremony was secret because, even with parental permission, minors under the age of sixteen were not allowed to be married in Minnesota.
The marriage was not Victoria’s idea. She was opposed in every way, and made her opinion known as strongly as she was able. It did not matter, because the marriage had been arranged by Elijah Shepard, in his role as the Spiritual Leader of the New Believers movement, an offshoot of a spinoff of a splinter that derived from a faith no one could track back to its initial roots.
Mr. Shepard, who had been born Herb Finkelbaum, had nineteen wives, and took two new teen brides each year—one on the Summer Solstice, and another on the Winter.
When Victoria’s father told her she was betrothed, she had said, “I won’t go.”
“You will,” William said, removing his belt.
Bruised and battered, she went.
Victoria was repulsed by the groom Shepard had chosen for her—Dick Dillon, a fifty-six year old insurance salesman almost twenty years older than her father. His previous wife, Linda, had passed away the previous year. The Coroner’s Report had listed Linda�
�s death as “death by misadventure,” but the scuttlebutt around the New Believers compound was that her fall from the cliff while hiking had not been completely accidental.
The one blessing of the union was that Dick Dillon was diabetic, and had been rendered sterile a number of years before. His only offspring would be his son, Derek, who was three years older than Victoria, and who had moved away as soon as he turned eighteen. Derek had never adjusted well to having a stepmother who was younger than he was. Victoria suspected that although he paid it lip service, Derek was no more a True Believer than she was, which put his belief at approximately zero.
By her fourteenth birthday, Victoria was a wife in all ways but in the eyes of the law, and was charged with running a household. Over time, she took an interest in Dick’s business, if not in Dick himself, and showed a natural aptitude with math and double entry accounting. Before she was sixteen, she took over the bookkeeping duties for his insurance office.
Dick Dillon was an unpleasant man by any standard. He wasn’t attractive, with bad teeth, hair too scant to be called “thinning,” and he somehow managed to be both too thin, with angular, jutting legs and arms, and too fat, with a heavy paunch that swayed when he walked. He was also given to bursts of anger that resulted in violence. While Derek was still living at home, it had been kept in check, but when it was just he and Victoria, it had escalated quickly. She had nowhere to run, no one to turn to.
The True Believers held to the idea that the man was king of his castle, and responsible for his own business within the castle walls, no matter what that might entail. That meant that even her own parents turned a deaf ear to her pleas, although her mother had the good grace to at least look pained as she turned her back on her only daughter.
Over time, Victoria became adept at reading moods at a glance and adjusting her own life accordingly, which kept the outbursts and violence to a minimum.
Victoria spent every minute thinking of how to make her escape, but she had no money and no way to get any. The only transportation she had was the ‘61 Mercury Monterey in the garage that barely ran, which Dick left for her to run errands around town, knowing it would never hold up for a longer trip..
Her indentured servitude lasted for nearly ten years. In December of 1978, just after Victoria had turned twenty-two, Derek Dillon returned home for an extended holiday visit. He hadn’t been home for many years, and he had grown into a strong young man whose good looks reflected his mother’s side of the family. On his arrival, he was shocked to find the young, spirited girl he remembered, cowed and quiet, meekly waiting on his father and doing as she was told.
When the elder Dillon went to work, and Derek and Victoria were left alone, she stood taller and became more like the girl he remembered. Derek saw the impact that life with his father had on her, and his heart went out to her.
Over the month-long visit, Victoria found what she never had before—kind words, a smile, shared conversation, and, inevitably, infatuation of a sort.
Over lunch one day, Derek said, “Did you and Dad ever get legally married?”
“No. From the time The Leader married us, everyone here considered us married, and that was all that really mattered to him. My dad mentioned it to him once after I turned sixteen, and he promised he would arrange for it. But then Dad died not long after, and it was never mentioned again.”
Derek nodded, swirling his iced tea around the bottom of his glass thoughtfully. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing, is it?”
Victoria flushed and cleared the dishes away, but Derek’s deep blue eyes wouldn’t leave her memory.
Over the next few weeks, nature took its course, and the two of them could hardly wait for Dick to leave for work in the morning. One afternoon, as they lay naked on the bed in the guest room, Derek said, “I know this has happened fast enough to make our heads spin, but love strikes like lightning.”
Victoria considered. Is this love? No, of course not. But, a smile and a kind word is so much better than anything else I’ve seen. It’s closer to love than anything else I’ve ever known.
“I’ve taken a job in Louisiana. When I get there, I’ll be staying on company property at first, but by summer, I’ll be able to be on my own. I’d love it if you’d come down and be with me.”
“I’m sure there are a thousand pretty girls in New Orleans.”
“None like you. I love you, Victoria.”
Love was pledged, a pact was made.
Victoria agreed that if Derek would come back in a few months, when his father was away at work, she would be packed and ready to run. They both agreed that they would never see Dick Dillon again. With an eye toward that, Derek gave him completely wrong information about where he was going to work.
Derek left her with a few hundred dollars, nearly all the money he had in the world, in case she needed to get away sooner and come to him.
Victoria counted down the days.
A month later, on Valentine’s Day, Dick was gone on a short business trip when Victoria awoke to the phone ringing and horrible nausea. When she answered the phone, she heard a recorded voice say, “Are you paying too much for your mortgage? We can...” before she realized she was going to throw up and hung up.
Victoria rushed to the kitchen sink and threw up the previous night’s dinner. She hung over the porcelain edge for several minutes, waiting for the waves of dizziness and nausea to pass. Just when she felt like she could stand, the phone rang again.
She weaved her way to the phone and answered, “Hello?” There was a waver in her voice.
“You okay? You don’t sound so good.”
“I woke up sick this morning. Probably just a bug. I’m sure I’ll be better now that I threw up.”
“All right. My flight got delayed, so I won’t be home until later tonight. You’ll need to have dinner ready an hour later or so.”
“Yes, sir,” Victoria said, then numbly hung up the phone.
By the time Dick arrived home that night, she had thrown up half a dozen more times and was lying miserably on the couch, too weak to move.
She looked so poorly, Dick was afraid she might be dying, and quickly drove her to the emergency room. As the doctor examined her, she threw up again in a waste basket in the corner. He gave her a Promethazine suppository to stop the vomiting, which took effect quickly and gave her some relief.
Victoria, despite being in her early twenties and essentially a married woman for a decade, was still an innocent in many ways. The hospital doctor was not. While he had her there, he took some blood so he could run another test and asked Dick and Victoria to wait there in the exam room.
For the purposes of the hospital visit, the doctor had been told that Victoria was Dick’s daughter. When the doctor returned half an hour later, Victoria was already feeling a little better, sitting up, ready to return home.
“Feeling better?” the doctor asked?
Victoria, looking down at the floor, nodded.
“Good. Well.” The doctor shifted from one foot to another. “I never know if this is good news or not, but I’ve found the cause of your nausea. You’re pregnant.”
Victoria’s eyes widened and the color drained from her face, but she did not lift her eyes.
“Are you sure, doctor? That should be impossible.” Dillon’s voice was strained.
“There’s always a chance of a false positive, even with a blood serum test, but it’s highly unlikely, especially given her other symptoms—tender breasts and abdomen, vomiting.” The doctor cleared his throat. “Well, there it is. I’ve written a prescription for more of the suppositories if the vomiting should return after this one wears off.” He tore a sheet off his prescription pad and handed it to Dick, then hurried out of the room.
Dillon roughly grabbed Victoria and pulled her off the table. “Get your ass in the car,” he whispered, his breath foul and hot in her ear.
It was a quiet drive back to the house they had shared for ten years. The wheels of Victoria’s mi
nd spun, but could find no purchase. Pregnant. As surreptitiously as possible, she moved her hand to her stomach. Pregnant!
Back at home, Dillon opened the passenger door and dragged her up the steps and into the house. As soon as the door closed behind him, he threw her down on the floor.
“You are impure. A Jezebel. Whore!” His voice grew louder with each word. He aimed a vicious kick at her midsection, but Victoria rolled on her side and absorbed the kick in her back. She cried out in pain.
If I lay here. He will kill me this time. He will kick me until I’m dead.
With a wince, she scrambled onto all fours and crawled away from him. She reached the couch and pulled herself up on all fours.
He was on her, raining his fists down on her head and shoulders, knocking her to her knees again.
“Stop!” she cried, holding an arm up to ward off the worst of the blows. She stumbled backward and fell across the couch. She looked up into his face, distorted with anger, tiny flecks of spittle clinging to his lower lip.
“This is your grandchild.”
The truth of her words, and the realization of what that meant, pushed him beyond anger to insane rage. He fell on her, straddled her, and wrapped his hands around her throat. His lips pulled back from his teeth as he used every bit of strength he had to choke her to death.
Victoria pushed back, gasping for breath, but she was already weak and could feel her remaining strength draining from her.
She thought of her baby, so incredibly tiny, but already growing inside her.
Please, God. I don’t care about me, but save my baby. Please.
It was her final conscious thought as Dick Dillon choked her until she died.
VICTORIA WOKE UP TO a telephone ringing loudly.
What? Where am I?
Her hands went to her throat, but there were no bruises. She swung her feet out of bed and realized she was nauseous. And that damned phone won’t quit ringing.
She ran to the phone, paying for the effort with an increased wave of sickness in every step. She grabbed the phone and said, “Yes?”
A recorded voice said, “Are you paying too much for your mortgage? We can save you thousands of dollars over the life of...” before she slammed the phone down.
At that moment, she remembered everything. The throwing up, the doctor’s visit, Dick killing her. She looked wildly around, but was alone in the house.
What in the hell happened? The last thing I remember is him straddling me, choking me, and then ... and then, I died. I know it. But, here I am. How is that possible?