Whispers of Moonlight

Lori Wick

Description

When Travis and Rebecca marry, rumors quickly spread that he has done so only for her dying father's ranch. Confused and convinced that Travis can never truly love her, Rebecca strikes out on her own. She disappears to make a new life for herself in a town far away, but her friends there are few, and life is hard.When desperate circumstances drive Rebecca home to Travis, she can see the change in the man she left behind. In her absence, he has grown from a rough-hewn cowboy to a confident rancher.Still, her wounded heart is hesitant. Is she more afraid to loveor to be loved?

Sujets

• Romance

Informations

• Publié par: Harvest House Publishers
• Date de parution: 01 janvier 2006
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780736933735
• Langue: English

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Cover by Terry Dugan Design, Minneapolis, Minnesota
Cover photo Daryl Benson/The Image Bank/Getty Images
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
WHISPERS OF MOONLIGHT
Copyright 1996 by Lori Wick Published by Harvest House Publishers Eugene, Oregon 97402 www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Wick, Lori.
Whispers of moonlight / Lori Wick.
p. cm. - (Rocky Mountain memories)
ISBN-13: 978-0-7369-1819-0
ISBN-10: 0-7369-1819-1
1. Frontier and pioneer life-Rocky Mountains Region-Fiction. 2. Man-woman relationships-Rocky Mountains Region-Fiction. I. Title. II. Series: Wick, Lori. Rocky Mountain memories series.
PS3573.I237W488 1996 813 .54-dc20 96-20622 CIP
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, digital, photocopy, recording, or any other-except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher.
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To Betty Fletcher, LaRae Weikert, Julie Castle, and all the Harvest House family. You have turned my dreams into reality. You have given wings to the stories in my mind and even been the wind beneath them. This dedication comes with my love and deepest thanks.
Contents
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Books by Lori Wick
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Acknowledgments
So many people go into the writing of every book, and this book is no exception. There are many who touch my world and make me the person and the writer I am. I would like to mention just a few.
Thank you, Carol Middleton, for the friendship you show me. The miles between us don t make any difference. I can feel your love for me no matter where I am. I thank God for you.
Thank you Todd and Becki Barsness. Thank you for the song, but more so for the love you have shown to Bob and me. I praise God for your example in word and deed. You are precious to us.
And to Eoline Hayes, my paternal grandmother. It was wonderful to know you were so proud of me. Hard as it was to see you go, I m so thankful we had you for 88 years. The reunion in heaven with your sons must have been the sweetest of all.
I also wish to thank my father, who died during the writing of this book. We were closer than ever when God called you home, but I don t think I ever thanked you for the special care you gave to Mom, or told you what it did to my heart to see you smile and caress my cheek. Nothing could have prepared me for the way I would miss you, but I m so thankful that you re in on that heavenly reunion as well. If the Lord gives you reports on how we re doing, Dad, I hope He can say of me that I ve been faithful.
And finally to Bob, at times my toughest critic but also my strongest support. I have no Scripture to back it up, but there must be a special crown for husbands whose wives are authors. Thanks for being there and never wavering in your love for me or the Lord.
About the Author
L ORI W ICK is one of the most versatile Christian fiction writers in the market today. Her works include pioneer fiction, two series set in England, and contemporary novels. Lori s books (more than 5 million copies in print) continue to delight readers and top the Christian bestselling fiction list. Lori and her husband, Bob, live in Wisconsin and are parents of the three coolest kids in the world.
Prologue
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 1859
I m going, Hannah, and that s my final word.
But why, Andrew? I don t understand.
Brother and sister, one angry and the other confused, eyed each other across the formal parlor, a dark room to begin with and made even more dim by the blue glass lantern.
I can t explain it, he said in a low voice, but the time is right. I feel it. As soon as I m established, I ll send for my girl.
Hannah s hand fluttered around the lace at her throat and then went to the gray curls at her temple, her voice dropping to a whisper. The talk, Andrew. What if there really is a war?
The older sibling watched her brother s face flush with rage. You ll not talk like that, do you hear me? There will be no war. Are we animals, Hannah? Brother fighting against brother? Preposterous! I ll hear no more about it.
But his sister wasn t cowed. Her chin rose even though her eyes filled with tears.
If you re wrong, Andrew, you ll be cut off from Rebecca. That little girl whose mother hasn t been dead six months and who worships the ground you walk on will be hundreds of miles away with no way to reach you. She may never see you again.
All the fight went out of him. Andrew sank heavily into a chair, his hand to his brow. He was not an old man, just over 40, but suddenly he felt ancient. Indeed, nothing else his sister could say would have touched him more. He adored his eight-year-old daughter, but if he didn t go west now, he might never get the chance. He believed he could make a wonderful life for both of them, if only he had the opportunity. He had waited years for his now-dead wife s health to improve and felt sure that if he didn t go now, he never would.
My mind s made up, Hannah. His voice was quiet yet resolute. I m asking you to keep Reba and see to her schooling. When the time is right, I ll send for her. I promise to write her every week, but I ve got to do this.
Hannah took a deep breath, knowing she was going to have to accept the inevitable. She guessed she should be happy that he wasn t taking Rebecca with him, but Hannah dreaded the girl s tears and misery when her father left. Her own husband, Franklin Ellenbolt, was a tolerant husband and uncle, but so preoccupied with business that he would never have time for a lonely niece, no matter how precious.
All right, Andrew, I ll do this, she agreed, but you need to plan on sending for her no more than six months after you arrive.
The man nodded. Yes, I think you re right. It will feel like forever as it is. If all goes according to plan, the timing shouldn t be a problem. Keep your eyes and ears open for someone to accompany her. Unless you think-
Hannah shook her head. Franklin would never agree, Andrew, and I m getting too old to be running across the country.
Andrew stood. He would not press her further. I ll tell Reba in the morning that I m leaving at the end of the week. That way she ll have a few days to come to grips with the idea.
Hannah s throat felt tight. The end of the week. Four days from now. How would they survive it? How would the little girl sleeping in the next room respond? Rebecca Wagner was the sweetest little girl Hannah had ever known. But then sweet little girls were not always well taken care of. Hannah knew that firsthand.
The 50-year-old aunt had a sudden premonition. Her heart told her at that moment that all would not be well in the days to come. Andrew refused even to discuss the war, but Hannah was not so optimistic. Somehow she knew in her heart that Andrew would not send for Rebecca in six months. Along with this thought rose a fierce protectiveness: Rebecca s Aunt Hannah was going to take care of her. Having no children of her own, she determined then and there that her niece would never want for anything as long as Hannah was alive. She knew she could never share this with her brother, but in moments Hannah had convinced herself that even if Andrew did send for her, Rebecca would never want to leave.
A door sounded in the other room, and Hannah knew that Franklin was finally home from the office. It was after 9:00, and he would be hungry. Andrew was headed toward the stairs and presumably bed. Hannah determined to tell Franklin of her plans, even if it ruined his dinner.
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Boulder, Colorado Territory 1870
The tall cowboy and his buckskin mount drew eyes from up and down the street as he rode into town and stopped in front of the bar. He looped the horse s reins over the rail and worked to push Texas from his mind. No easy task. All the towns in every state he d crossed since May sported the same sad little cemeteries, starkly reminding him of his mother s freshly dug grave. For years, while his mother was alive, he felt imprisoned in Texas, but now that she was dead, his only thought was to get as far away as quickly as he could.
Not able to remember even half the places he d been, he now found himself in a small town in the Colorado Territory-Boulder. It was no different from anything else he d seen. Outside of the church and graveyard, he could see two hotels, a post office, a barber shop, hardware and general stores, and a varied selection of wooden and brick houses. Nothing very special to his mind, but it was already late summer, and he knew if he didn t get settled into work soon, he d be hungry and cold come winter.
The barroom doors swung open without a sound as he passed into the smoky interior, which he found rather crowded for midday. Small tables with mismatched chairs dotted the room, and without glancing at anyone he moved to a seat at an empty table, one that placed his back to the wall. A moment later, a rotund man in an apron approached.
What ll it be? a kind voice inquired.
Hat still in place, the cowboy tipped his head back just enough to order his drink. He would have preferred a tall glass of water, and had he been thinking, would have gone to one of the hotels where such a request would have been common.
You want the bottle? he was asked when the drink appeared a minute later.
No, he said sh