Opal (Dakotah Treasures Book #3)

Lauraine Snelling

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Book 3 in the bestselling Dakotah Treasures series. Dove House has burned to the ground, Ruby and Rand have married, and now Rand's ranch is home for them all. Ruby's younger sister, Opal, is taking to ranch life like a hummingbird to sugar water. She can outshoot, outride, and work as hard as any cowboy on the place. Ranching has clearly stolen her heart. When a young minister arrives from the East, he is amazed to find himself falling in love with Opal, even though she is not a woman anyone would think of as a pastor's wife. But when God takes hold of a heart, He can work amazing miracles, and Jacob Chandler just might be the one to eventually woo her away from the ranch.

Sujets

• Romance

Informations

• Publié par: Baker Publishing Group
• Date de parution: 01 janvier 2005
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781441202826
• Langue: English

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Opal
Books by Lauraine Snelling
A Secret Refuge (3 in 1)
D AKOTAH T REASURES
Ruby Pearl
Opal Amethyst
D AUGHTERS OF B LESSING
A Promise for Ellie Sophie s Dilemma A Touch of Grace Rebecca s Reward
H OME TO B LESSING
A Measure of Mercy No Distance Too Far
R ED R IVER OF THE N ORTH
An Untamed Land The Reapers Song
A New Day Rising Tender Mercies
A Land to Call Home Blessing in Disguise
R ETURN TO R ED R IVER
A Dream to Follow Believing the Dream More Than a Dream
Opal
L AURAINE S NELLING
Opal Copyright 2005 Lauraine Snelling
Cover design by Dan Thornberg
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Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 978-0-7642-2220-7
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Snelling, Lauraine.
Opal / by Lauraine Snelling.
p. cm. - (Dakotah treasures ; 3)
ISBN 0-7642-2220-1 (pbk.)
1. Women pioneers-Fiction. 2. Medora (N.D.)-Fiction. 3. Sisters-Fiction.
4. Clergy-Fiction. I. Title II. Series: Snelling, Lauraine. Dakotah treasures ; 3.
PS3569.N39O63 2005 813 .54-dc22
2004020016
Dedication
To all those many, many people who have shared their family stories with me, I dedicate this book, Opal .
LAURAINE SNELLING is an award-winning author of over fifty books, fiction and nonfiction, for adults and young adults. Besides writing books and articles, she teaches at writers conferences across the country. She and her husband, Wayne, have two grown sons and two dogs and make their home in California.
Contents
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
CHAPTER ONE
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
Acknowledgments
My many thanks to those who ve helped me with this book and others. Doug and Mary Ellison from the Western Edge Bookstore in Medora contributed more than they realize as they steered me in the right direction for books on the era. Diane Rogness of the North Dakota Historical Society provided a wealth of information on early Medora and the historical significance of Marquis de Mores and his family to Dakota Territory.
I can never say enough thanks to my personal team: friend and editor Kathleen Wright; my assistant Cecile Knowles, who is growing in editorial ability all the time; my reunion friends; the Round Robins; and always my best friend and husband, Wayne. Whenever I need a cheerleader, they are always there. As is Deidre Knight, agent extraordinaire and encouraging friend. I am so blessed with and by the people in my life who love me enough to even say the hard stuff. Hats off to Chelley Kitzmiller, writer and friend, who dared me to write this series.
Without the detailed and fine editing of Sharon Asmus and the rest of the editorial staff at Bethany House Publishers, my books would never see the light of day. How blessed I am.
And without readers who keep asking for more, where would I be? So thanks to all of you who encourage me, share your stories with me, and buy my books so I can keep writing. To God be the glory for all and everything.
CHAPTER ONE
Dakotah Territory, May 1886
Well now, ain t that a purty sight?
Opal Torvald heard the ribald words through river water in her ears and a haze of dreams in her heart as she floated on the gentle current of the Little Missouri River in her chemise and bloomers. Buoyed by the water, cat-contented by the sun, she was drifting along in a state of bliss. The words and intrusion took a heartbeat or two to register. It was a man s voice, a strange man s voice, and she was next to naked. Or at least in a manner of dishabille that would bring out the caustic side of her sister s tongue. Besides attracting unwanted attention.
Sometimes ignoring danger made it go away.
And sometimes it just got worse. Like now.
Fighting the urge to scream and run, she slitted her eyes open just enough to catch an outline of the man against the sun. She was well enough away from the shore that she could swim, then run to the western bank. However, her clothes were on the eastern bank. As was the man, not to be labeled a gentleman, for a true gentleman would have kept his back turned or would have ridden on by without comment.
Nor could the term gentlewoman be applied to her, nor lady, for no female under those terms would have been swimming in the river without either someone to stand guard or a bevy of other females in attendance.
She had thought of going in without even the benefit of thin cotton between her skin and the river water. But there was one count in her favor. She d opted for decency-sort of.
Who was he, anyway? She considered various ranch hands she knew from the area, or the men in Medora who were still building for Marquis de Mores. Oh no. What about former visitors to Dove House, the hotel she and Ruby had inherited years earlier that had burned to a trash heap after a lightning strike?
No one came to mind. The man wore a hat she would have remembered had she seen it before. One side of the flat brim was pinned up to the crown, not a very practical method of protecting one s face and neck from the elements. Protection was the purpose of the wide-brimmed felt hats worn by so many out here in the badlands of Dakotah Territory. The crown was shaped differently too. She noticed all this while trying to decide what to do next.
Why did he have to come and spoil her unexpected break from school? She had truly felt sick when she told Mr. Finch she needed to head on home while she could still make it. Her head had been pounding like stampeding cattle, and she d felt hot. His droning voice hadn t helped the headache any, nor did the antipathy she d begun to feel toward the classroom. Ruby might call it spring fever, but after saddling Bay and heading toward home, the river had been singing her name. Headache and heat, two things that might be cured by a dip in the still-cold-from-spring-runoff river.
A dip had turned to a float, and now she was caught by something worse than a swift eddy.
As unobtrusively as possible, hands fluttering at her sides, she stroked toward the western shore. Any moment she should be able to touch bottom. If the hot weather continued, the river would drop quickly, but right here was a pool that stayed fairly deep year round.
Hey, missy, you comin on out and showing off what you tryin to hide? His laugh made shivers chase up and down her spine. Suddenly the water felt so cold her teeth started to chatter. You can t get away, so forget the other bank. I got your horse and clothes right here.
I can give you a mean run for your money, you rattlesnake, you .
He rode his horse closer to the water s edge. My, my, what a sight for sore eyes.
Going to be a lot sorer before you get what you re thinking on .
The horse put his head down for a drink. The man crossed his arms on the saddle horn.
She could feel his leer clear down to her toes that finally felt bottom. At least he could no longer see anything but her head. Water ran down her face, so she smoothed her hair back out of her eyes. She should have left her hair braided, but after the long winter, all she d wanted to do was go for a short and simple swim. Free-floating hair was part of the pleasure. What was so bad about that?
She answered her own question. Some stranger riding up. That s what was wrong with it .
Mentally she called the man one of the names that Ruby had threatened her with loss of life and liberty for using, but it surely fit here. At the moment Ruby would be right. No lady would let herself be caught in such a compromising situation. Not that Opal had any designs on that title anyway. Much to her older sister s chagrin.
Well, if n ya ain t comin out, I m comin in after ya.
I wouldn t advise that.
Ya wouldn t? Now, ain t that some terrible shame. He slapped his leg and guffawed loud enough to set the crows to clacking. And what do you think might stop me?
Opal glanced beyond him when something moving caught her attention. Water s too cold for a yellow-livered skunk like you.
You ain t in no position to be callin me names like that, missy. He nudged his horse forward, but the animal sat back on his haunches, ears flat against his head.
Looks to me like your horse has more sense than you do. She kept her shoulders under the surface by bending her knees, not letting him see that she d moved to shallower water. His horse would have to swim, and it obviously didn t want to do that.
The rider cursed his mount and dug in with his spurs, but all the animal did was spin and try to break for dry ground.
At the same moment, Opal was shocked to see her friend Atticus Grady launch an attack at the rider, pulling him off the horse with a bone-crunching thud to the rocky ground. The horse vamoosed but not before knocking Atticus back on his rear. The man was on him in an instant, and the two fought with fists and feet.