For the Love of the Land (Queensland Chronicles Book #2)

Bonnie Leon

Description

Nearly a year after moving to Queensland, Australia, Rebecca Thornton has learned to love her new home and the sometimes unforgiving land. But living in the Outback has its challenges. A drought has settled on Thornton Creek, and Douloo Station has been hit hard. A visit from Aunt Mildred and the birth of Rebecca's first child have kept Rebecca busy, but she still wishes she could be more help to her husband as he tirelessly struggles to save the family home. As the drought continues, Rebecca can only pray for peace for her husband and for the much-needed rain on which their survival depends.For the Love of the Land, book two in the Queensland Chronicles, is a story of hope, prayer, and trust in the One who always provides, even in the toughest of times.

Sujets

• Historical fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Baker Publishing Group
• Date de parution: 01 mai 2005
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781441239402
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

© 2005 by Bonnie Leon
Published by Revell a division of Baker Publishing Group P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287 www.revellbooks.com
Ebook edition created 2011
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, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without the prior written permission of the publisher and copyright owners. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
ISBN 978-1-4412-3940-2
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.
Scripture is taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
Acknowledgments
Thanks to Mike Martin, my friend and equine practitioner. You lent me your expertise, and because you were willing to help, the horse savvy characters in this story became real people. If there are any errors, they are on my head.
Kudos to my editor, Lonnie Hull DuPont. You made me work hard. Sometimes I growled at you, but you stuck to your guns and required more from me. Tenacity is a valuable asset, and yours made for a better book.
Also, to Kelley Meyne, my copyeditor. You went above and beyond the call of duty to ensure that the scenes in this book fell together just as they should, and your eye for detail kept my characters true to themselves. Your commitment to quality gave me confidence that this story would shine. Thank you.
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
About the Author
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The Thornton kitchen smelled of stew and rising bread. Rebecca pressed the heel of her hand into a lump of dough, then folded the resilient mass and pressed again. “What time is it?”
Willa’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’d say about ten minutes later than the last time you asked.” She crossed the kitchen, placed an arm around Rebecca’s waist, and gave her a squeeze. “I thought baking might take your mind off your aunt’s arrival. I should have known better.”
“The minutes are passing too slowly.” Rebecca rolled the dough into a ball and set it in a ceramic bowl.
“She’ll be here soon enough, I dare say.” Willa smiled.
“I can’t stand this waiting.” Looking into her mother-in-law’s kind eyes, Rebecca said, “It’s been three months since I received word that she would be visiting. I’ve been anxious ever since.” She glanced out the kitchen window. “I can’t imagine Aunt Mildred traveling all that way by herself. If only I could have gone along to meet the stage.”
“It appears boldness runs in your family.” Willa steered Rebecca to the table and sat her down. “Now, you know what the doctor said. And if I don’t keep you close to home, he’ll have my hide.”
Rebecca leaned an elbow on the table. “I know . . . no trips into town, keep my feet up . . . rest.” She laid a hand on her rounded abdomen. “The baby isn’t due for another few weeks.” As a familiar pain pulled at her lower back, she said, “Maybe the doctor’s right. I haven’t been feeling quite myself today.”
“Are you unwell?” Willa eyed her.
“I’m fine, but I think the baby is preparing for its arrival.” She stared at her stomach. “It will be nice to have my body back to myself.” The pain subsided and she let out a slow breath.
“Are you laboring?”
“No. I don’t believe so.”
“You’re sure you’re all right?”
Rebecca nodded. “You worry too much.”
Lily, the cook, picked up the bowl with the dough Rebecca had prepared and placed it on the warming shelf of the oven. “Looks just roight. Ya done a good job.” She grinned, revealing a gap in front where teeth belonged. Lily’s smiling dark eyes were spaced far apart in her square black face, giving her a friendly appearance.
“I thought myself a fair cook when I arrived, but you’ve taught me so much more. Aunt Mildred will be pleased, I’m sure.”
“Ya’ve learned roight well. Daniel ’as every roight ta be pleased with ya.”
“Only because you took the time to teach me.” Rebecca gazed out the window at the dusty yard. Her eyes rested on the place where the drive disappeared over a small rise. “Woodman must be driving especially slow today. The stage was supposed to be in two hours ago.”
“I expect he’s being exceedingly careful with your aunt,” Willa said, walking to the stove.
“Auntie must be exhausted,” Rebecca said, remembering her own arrival more than a year ago. The ache in her back returned, and she rubbed at it.
Willa placed a cup of tea on the table in front of Rebecca. “Maybe this will help some.” She settled a gentle hand on Rebecca’s shoulder. “Your aunt will be here in no time, you’ll see.”
Rebecca covered her mother-in-law’s hand. “You’re so good to me.”
“You’re a love, so it’s easy.” Willa returned the teakettle to the stove, then removed a lid from a hefty pot. Steam puffed into the air. She stirred the contents, then peered inside. “This looks wonderful, Lily. And smells heavenly.”
“Just a stew, mum. Hope it’s ta yer likin’.” She looked at Rebecca. “And I hope yer aunt will like it. It’s one of me specialties.”
“I’m sure she will,” Rebecca said. “In fact, it seems to me that when I lived in Boston, Auntie made a rather good stew.” Rebecca stirred a half teaspoon of sugar into her tea. “They must be nearly here, don’t you think?” She looked at Willa.
“Perhaps.”
Rebecca set the spoon on the saucer and sipped her tea. Stretching out her legs, she cradled the cup in her hands and closed her eyes. “That’s better. I practically feel calm. How is it tea nearly always seems to help?”
“Can’t say, dear, but it’s what my mother always gave me. Whether it was a stomach ailment or nerves, it would be just the thing.”
Rebecca took another drink. “I wish my father were alive,” she said sadly. “I miss him terribly.” She rested a hand on her abdomen. “He would have made a wonderful grandfather.”
In the distance a swirl of dust rose into the air. Setting her cup in its saucer, Rebecca stood. “That must be her!” She pushed out of her chair, and as quickly as her added girth allowed, she walked to the front door. Pushing open the screen, Rebecca stepped onto the veranda.
Callie, the housemaid, hurried down the broad staircase leading from the second story. “They’re comin’, mum! I saw them from the upstairs window!” She joined Rebecca on the porch. “They’re not far.”
Keeping her eyes fixed on the drive, Rebecca moved toward the steps.
The front door opened and closed again, and Willa stood with Rebecca and Callie. “I wish Bertram were here.”
“We all do,” Rebecca said, remembering her powerful father-in-law, Bertram Thornton. Their first meeting had been painful, but in the end they’d learned to love one another.
“I dare say, I feel badly for your aunt I know how miserable the trip from Brisbane can be.”
Rebecca’s mind reeled back to the days she’d spent traveling from Brisbane. The journey had been nearly unbearable dust, heat, and several days in an uncomfortable coach. “I arrived in November last year. Remember?”
“Indeed I do,” Willa said, her eyes soft with the memory.
Dust churning, the top of the surrey appeared just above the rise. Then a set of stallions and Woodman sitting in the driver’s seat came into view. Rebecca strained to catch a glimpse of her aunt. She sat beside Daniel.
“There they are, mum,” Callie said, sounding nearly as excited as Rebecca felt.
Gripping the handrail, Rebecca walked down the front steps and waited at the bottom. Her heart drummed. Smiling broadly, she waved and called, “Auntie!” She hurried toward the surrey.
Daniel stepped out and offered Rebecca’s aunt a hand. She looked a bit undone and worked to straighten her bonnet before taking the proffered hand. Then she stepped out with as much dignity as she could muster.
When her eyes found Rebecca, the weariness evaporated. “Oh, Rebecca! How wonderful you look!” She folded her niece in thin arms and held her tightly. A few moments later she stepped back, holding Rebecca away from her. Blue eyes brimming with tears, she said, “Let me get a look at you. In spite of everything you are as beautiful as always and seem in quite good health.”
“And you look just as you did. I declare, you haven’t changed a bit. I’ve missed you so.”
“Oh, you’ll never know just how much I’ve missed you.”
“And life at your sister’s?”
“It’s not been so bad.” Mildred smiled. “I rather enjoy the children.”
Rebecca hugged her again. “Sometimes I’ve wondered if I’d ever see you again. I can’t believe you’re here.”
Mildred chuckled. “I must say, I’m a bit surprised myself.” A shadow touched her eyes, and she quickly went on. “It was quite an adventure. And I’ve had few adventures in my life, so I suppose it was time.”
Her gaze moved to Rebecca’s abdomen, then back to her face. “You’re feeling well?”
“Yes. Very.”
“It’s hard to believe so much time has passed. When I saw you last, it was the day of your wedding. And now here you are having your own child.” Using a handkerchief, she dabbed at tears.
Daniel stepped up. “I’d like to introduce you to my mother, Willa Thornton. Mum, this is Mildred Williams, Rebecca’s aunt.”
“A delight to meet you,” Willa said. “Welcome to Douloo.”
“It’s a pleasure to be here.” Using the handkerchief, Mildred patted her moist neck and squinted at the bright afternoon sky. “It’s quite warm. There was snow on the ground when I left Boston.”
“You’ll adjust,” Rebecca said. “Somewhat.”
“I’m sure I will.” She smiled brightly. “I’ve had quite an exciting journey.”
Daniel took Rebecca’s hand. “Seems she had a time of it crossing from Hawaii. There was a gale much of the way.”
“Oh no. Was it awful?”
“Dreadful. Most of the passeng