Crossroads at Malinalco

Shirley Gilbert

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A story of romance, new beginnings, and hope as a middle-aged physician travels to Mexico to reunite with her former love.
Although Kathryn McFarland is a successful middle-aged pediatrician, she feels lonely and unfulfilled. When she makes the decision to journey to Mexico to find an ex-lover and learn whether she made a mistake letting him go five years ago, Kathryn has no idea what she will find there. All she knows is that she has to know the answer to her question once and for all.
Michael Johannson is now a physician who runs a clinic in the village of Malinalco. On her way through the hot and dusty desert to hopefully reunite with him, Kathryn receives roadside assistance from a dashing stranger who tells her he is visiting Mexico for work. When she finally finds Michael, they rekindle their relationship and she begins working side-by-side with him to provide medical care to the residents of the village. Although everything seems fine at first, Kathryn soon comes to a realization that complicates her path forward. But is life about to offer her a second chance?
Crossroads at Malinalco is a story of romance, new beginnings, and hope as a middle-aged physician travels to Mexico to reunite with her former love.

Sujets

• Christian
• Romance
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: LifeRich Publishing
• Date de parution: 13 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781489747051
• Langue: English

Extrait

CROSSROADS AT MALINALCO
 
 
 
 
SHIRLEY GILBERT
 
 
 

 
 
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ISBN: 978-1-4897-4703-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4704-4 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4705-1 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023905937
 
 
 
LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 04/06/2023
CONTENTS
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 ONE
E ngrossed in her thoughts, Kathryn looked up to see the highway forked here. “What am I doing?” she asked herself. “I must be crazy.”
In Tenancingo she glanced at the gas gauge. Almost empty. She breathed easier when she saw the blinking lights of a gas station. She knew ten miles of gravel lay ahead.
As the attendant wiped the bugs off her windshield, his bright eyes crossed slightly.
“You want to go to Malinalco? Oh, senorita, that is too bad. The bus she already gone there this week.”
“But you don’t understand,” Kathryn said. “I have the car. Please tell me how to get t here.”
He heaved a sigh and shook his head. “Take the Ford on the crazy trail? No, it would not like it. The burros walk in the ruts, but they can’t break an axle.”
The attendant opened his mouth to say more, but he closed it when Kathryn handed him several bills. His eyes widened.
“You may keep the change,” she said.
Down the road his directions gave her indigestion, or maybe it was the tamale she ate for lunch. When she missed the turnoff she turned around and slowed for an old man with a donkey. He tugged at the animal to pull him down a cow trail.
Instinct prompted Kathryn to pull up behind them. She choked in the dust when she put her head out the window and saw the Malinalco sign lying in the dirt.
At first the donkey’s owner ignored the creeping vehicle behind him. Finally he tired of the noise and fumes and retreated to one side.
Kathryn waved her thanks as the Ford chugged past in a spray of sand. Now the Indian shook his fist and shouted at her in Spanish. She sank lower in her seat and kept going.
The station attendant had said the road was impossible and now she believed him. Her car shuddered and bolted over wild dips in the trail as mesquite gave way to scrubby pine.
“Wild country,” Kathryn thought, “but beautiful in its way.” Maybe Michael’s life with these people is not as difficult as she imagined. Had it really been five years since she’d seen him?
An alarming thought struck her. He had no idea she was coming, and he may have left Malinalco. His letters became less frequent as the years went by.
Kathryn sniffed. An ominous smell preceded the billowing cloud of smoke from the hood. She braked and tumbled out, gasping for breath.
She backed away in disgust. Why hadn’t she rented a better car for this adventure? Kathryn watched a lizard scurry across her path while she tapped her chin and reviewed her options.
Tenancingo was at least five miles back. She glanced at her thermos. Maybe a little water would help. She struggled to release the hood and squinted as new bursts of smoke enveloped her. “Well, so much for that.” She put her hands to her face before she saw the grease on her fingers.
“Malinalco can’t be too much farther,” she decided. She would have to hoof it. As she tugged at her suitcase in the backseat, she thought longingly of those carefree walks on the beaches at home.
Suddenly she heard a noise down the road and looked up. To her amazement a pickup truck churned up the dust and clattered toward her.
Absurdly, Kathryn fought an urge to hide in the brush. She blew the hair from her face. Alone in the middle of no where. What was she thinking? Her shipmates on the cruise thought she went to Mexico City to see the hospital there.
The shadows crept over the crags on the mountain as the truck jolted to a stop. The driver sat for a moment surveying the scene. Kathryn’s stomach muscles tightened. Like a heroine in a novel, she reviewed her choices. Fight or flight? She picked up a large stone and backed away.
Finally a masculine figure sauntered toward her. “Well, well, what have we here?” The voice sounded oddly familiar. “Looks like you have a problem.”
“Not sure what happened,” she stammered. “It just started smoking.”
As the stranger peered into the Ford, Kathryn studied his high cheekbones and oversized sunglasses.
He looked up and grinned. “Butterflies.”
Kathryn stared at the perfect white teeth. The man who flirted with her on the cruise ship? How on earth--?
“Yep, butterflies. They’ve clogged the radiator. A rented car I suppose?”
“Yes, I had trouble finding one. Sort of a last-minute thing.”
Rick Daniels pulled a nail file from his pocket and leaned over to brush at the mess of dead insects. “Well, it’s obvious they didn’t clean it up first. Hand me the keys and let’s try it.”
The engine gasped and smelled like burnt feathers. He swung out to jiggle the radiator. “Better give up on this crate. It’s so crammed you could wreck the motor.” His nose wrinkled. “Not a pretty picture.”
Abruptly he yanked his hand away. A crimson stream trickled down his arm.
“Oh! You’re hurt.” Kathryn ran to grasp his wrist. “It looks deep. You may need stitches. Here, we’d better clean that up.”
He watched with mild surprise as she hauled a black case from the rear and propped it on the fender. Rick whistled threw his teeth.
“That looks like a portable drugstore. Are you peddling drugs?”
Deftly Kathryn cleansed the wound and applied a butterfly dressing. “That will do for now. So sorry this happened.”
A hint of amusement showed in Rick’s eyes.
“Well, what do you know, a lady doctor. Who would’ve thought?”
Kathryn glanced up the road and frowned. “I’m in a jam. Could I hitch a ride to Malinalco?”
“Are you kidding? Malinalco is just a village. I’d better take you back to town, little lady.” He looked her over. “You’ll need a place to stay.”
“Malinalco is where I’m going.” She tugged at her suitcase. “I’ll walk if I have to.”
“Hey, sure, glad to oblige.” He reached for her bags and tossed them into the rear of the truck. “Only too happy for the company.”
When he held the door open Kathryn climbed in with his arm at her elbow. “Thanks for your trouble. I didn’t expect this stupid car to give out on me.”
Rick swung in and glanced at the pained expression on her face. “Don’t mention it. Just a little curious what you expect to do with yourself there.” He grinned. “It’s not a resort, you know. No tennis courts, that sort of thing.”
Kathryn almost struck her head on the side window as the truck hurtled down the crazy excuse for a road. She scooted closer to him and braced herself. “I have a friend there. He’s a physician and runs a clinic.” She ignored the smirk on Rick’s face.
“Ah”, he said, “should have known, a man in the picture. Is he expecting you?”
Kathryn looked away. “I don’t have long. He can take me back to town this evening.” What if Michael is away? she wondered. What then? Now she lapsed into silence and stared out the window.
Suddenly a roadrunner darted across the road and Rick slammed on the brakes. He reached to break her fall against the dashboard.
“Hey, I’d like to get there in one piece,” Kathryn sputtered. How she wished this man would keep his eyes on the road!
Rick held the wheel steady and slowed a bit. “Sorry, that little varmint came out of nowhere. The name’s Rick Daniels. And yours? You know, for insurance purposes.”
At last his maddening grin unhinged Kathryn, and she swung to face him. “I’m Kathryn McFarland. But aren’t you a little far from the fun and games?” She bit her tongue. “What I meant to say was….”
“I know what you meant to say. You think you have me pegged.” He gestured over his shoulder. “Actually, this is a working vacation.”
Kathryn turned and saw the camping gear in back. “What do you mean?”
“Mixing business with pleasure, as t