Authors: Patricia Davids
Plain Admirer (16 page)
“As long as I learn those lessons with you by my side, I will be a content man. Will you work with me at the printing office until our children arrive?”
“Gladly.” Her heart turned over with happiness at his request. What could be better than working at his side?
“
Goot,
for I need my teacher and my friend beside me.”
“I will always be there for you, my love.”
“If I’m going to be working in town for the rest of my life, I’m thinking I may need to buy a house that’s closer to where I work. Any suggestions?”
Joann wrapped her arms around his and squeezed. “I know the perfect house, and it’s for sale.”
“Only God is perfect, my love.”
She looked up into the eyes of the most wonderful man she would ever meet. The man God had chosen for her. “It may not be perfect, but with you there, the fence painted white, pansies along the walk, our children playing there and a birdhouse in the corner of the yard, it will be very, very close.”
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Keep reading for an excerpt from
Rancher’s Refuge
by Linda Goodnight
Dear Reader,
Didn’t this book make you want to grab a pole and head to your favorite fishing spot? Okay, maybe not, unless you knew people like Roman and Joann would be there, too. I don’t need any excuse to grab my pole. I love fishing. Here in Kansas, our lakes and ponds supply wonderful fishing for bass, perch, bluegill, catfish, wipers, stripers and, yes, the occasional enormous carp.
I’m not the only one in my family who enjoys fishing. My dad is always eager to take the boat out on the lake. Just a reminder, never take the boat out without an oar in it. Yes, I have had to paddle back in more than once. Life is always an adventure. My brother Mark is a fly-fishing guide in Montana. Now, that is fun with beautiful scenery thrown in.
Enough about me and my hobby. I know you’re wondering what’s next for the folks in Hope Springs, Ohio. I’m happy to say that I have another Christmas story coming up. Leah, the schoolteacher, is about to be reunited with the man who broke her sister’s heart and left her pregnant. He hasn’t come back alone. He has an eight-year-old daughter with Down syndrome who will be attending Leah’s school. Can his special-needs daughter help him heal the wounds he left behind?
I can’t wait to find out.
Blessings to you and yours,
Questions for Discussion
- Was Otis Miller right to give Joann’s job to
his nephew? Why or why not? - Do you enjoy fishing? If you have never
been, why not? - What is your fondest childhood memory of
your grandfather? - Joann’s brothers were attempting to be fair
when they made her living arrangements. Has someone in your family made the
same mistake of thinking they know what is best? How did you deal with the
situation? - Joann was caught up in the excitement of
maintaining a secret correspondence. Is it easier to explore your feelings
about someone in writing or in person? - What character did you identify with most in
this book? - What part of this story did you enjoy the
most? Why? - What part of the book didn’t you like, and
why? - Joann longs for a home of her own. How is
this an analogy for what is wrong with her life? - Were you surprised to learn that the Amish
have their own printing companies? - Roman was unable to accept his disability.
Have you or someone you know had to face similar trials? - The Amish have been subjected to persecution
since the beginning of their religion. In what way can we foster acceptance
of religious beliefs other than our own? - Which characters in Hope Springs would you
be interested in learning more about? - Were you surprised to learn that some Amish
communities take up annual collections for road repair and use? - Every year, Amish men, women and children
are killed or injured in automobile versus buggy collisions. What would you
suggest we do to make their lives safer?
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Chapter One
L
eft hand riding lightly on his thigh, Austin Blackwell held the reins with the other
and picked his way through the thick woods above Whisper Falls, Arkansas. If one more
calf strayed into this no-man’s land between his ranch and the cascading waterfall,
he was putting up another fence. A really tall one. Barbed wire. Electrified. Let
the folks of the small Ozark town whine and bellow that he was ruining the ambience
or whatever they called the pristine beauty of these deep woods. They just didn’t
want to lose any tourist money. Well, he didn’t want to lose any cattle money, either.
So they were on even playing field. He’d never wanted to open the waterfall to tourism
in the first place.
Now, every yahoo with an itch to climb down the rock wall cliff and duck behind the
curtain of silvery water traipsed all over his property just to mutter a prayer or
two. Wishful thinking or pure silliness. He’d made the trek a few times himself and
he could guarantee prayers whispered there or anywhere else for that matter were a
waste of good breath.
Something moved through the dense trees at his left and Austin pulled the horse to
a stop. Cisco flicked his ears toward the movement, alert and ready to break after
the maverick at the flinch of his master’s knee.
“Easy,” Austin murmured, patting the sleek brown neck while he scoped the woods, waiting
for a sight or sound. Above him a squirrel chattered, getting ready for winter. Autumn
leaves in reds and golds swirled down from the branches. Sunlight dappled between
the trees, although the temperature was cool enough that Austin’s jacket felt good.
He pressed his white Stetson tighter and urged the bay onward in the direction of
the falls, the direction from which the movement had come. Might be the maverick.
“Coyote, probably.” But black bear and cougar weren’t out of the question. He tapped
the rifle holster, confident he could handle anything he encountered in the woods.
Outside the ranch was a different matter.
The roar of the falls increased as he rode closer. Something moved again and he twisted
in the saddle to see the stray heifer break from the opposite direction. Cisco responded
with the training of a good cutting horse. Austin grappled for the lariat rope as
the calf split to the right and crashed through the woods to disappear down a draw.
Cisco wisely put on the brakes and waited for instructions. Austin lowered the rope,
mouth twisting in frustration. No use endangering a good horse in this rugged, uneven
terrain.
At least the stray had headed in the right direction, back toward the ranch.
“Yep, I’m puttin’ up another fence.” He patted Cisco’s neck with a leather-gloved
hand. Somewhere along the meager stretch of old barbed wire the calves had found a
place to slip through. Maybe in one of the low places or through a washout from one
of the many creeks branching from the Blackberry River. Finding the break across three
miles of snaggy underbrush would be a challenge.
But Austin liked it up here on the grassy, leaf- and hickory-lined ridge above Whisper
Falls. Always had, especially before the stories started and people came with their
noise and tents and plastic water bottles. Before the name changed from Millerville
to Whisper Falls—a town council decision to attract tourists. He understood. He really
did. Ruggedly beautiful, this area of the Ozarks was isolated. Transportation was
poor and there was little opportunity for economic growth, especially since the pumpkin
cannery shut down.
The remoteness was why he’d come here. The economy was why he ranched.
Those were also the reasons the little town had changed its name and started the ridiculous
marketing campaign to attract tourism. Whisper Falls. Austin snorted. No amount of
marketing moved God to answer prayers.
He shifted in the saddle to look toward the ninety-feet-high waterfall.
Here, the Blackberry River tumbled faster than near the ranch, picking up speed before
plummeting over the cliff in a white, foamy, spectacular display of nature’s force
and beauty.
The solitude of the woods soothed him, helped him forget. Nature didn’t judge the
way people would. He could be himself. He could relax.
The air was clean here, too, tinted with the spray of freshness from the bubbling
falls. It almost made him feel clean inside again. Almost. He breathed the crispness
into his lungs, held the scent. Hickory and river, moist earth and rotting leaves.
Good smells to an outdoorsman. Great smells to a man whose past stank like sewage.
“Better get moving, Cisco. Maybe we can find the fence break before dark.”
He pulled the bay around and that’s when he saw the woman. A slim figure in dark slacks
and bright blue sweater moved quickly from tree to tree in some game of hide-and-seek.
Curious, Austin took out his field glasses to look around, expecting a child or lover
to join the game. No one did.
Austin swung the binoculars back to the woman. What he saw spurred him to action.
* * *
Annalisa Keller stifled a sob. She had to hide. She had to get away. “Please, God.
Help.”
She heard him coming, thrashing, crashing through the dry leaves and underbrush like
the madman he was. Knees rattling, she cradled her left arm and stumbled down the
rocky incline. Straight ahead, the falls roared, a rush of sound with the power to
sweep her away. The thought tempted, beckoned. Jump in and be swept away. He could
never find her. No one would.
Teeth chattering, she resisted the frightening urge. The instinct to survive was too
strong. She couldn’t give up now.
“Help me, God,” she whispered again, grappling to the sides of slick rock, edging
closer to the beckoning water, to the screaming falls. The footpath was worn and well-used,
as if others had come this way before her. She followed the stones, clinging with
cold fingers to the jutting rocks as she edged along the cliff face, hoping to hide
from searching eyes above.
The roar of the falls grew louder still. Her heart thundered in answer. Before her
was the waterfall. Behind her was the direction she’d come. An awful thought engulfed
her. Why had she begun the descent to the falls? If he spotted her, she’d be trapped
between him and the raging water.
But she knew why. She’d been running blindly with no destination in mind other than
escape.
She sensed him coming, felt the air change with another presence. In desperation,
Annalisa moved forward, praying there was sanctuary against the wet cliff face. One
more step and...
The world went silent. A deafening silence.
Shocked, Annalisa wondered for one beat if she’d actually jumped into the foaming
pool below the waterfall, if she was dead.
Trembling, she reached out, touched the silver curtain of water in front of her. A
hard rain shower soaked her hand, cold and prickly like needles of ice.
In awe, she glanced to each side and then upward. The sight was dizzying. Behind was
solid rock, wet and slick and shiny, with a jutting overhang high above. Water rocketed
over the cliff with such force that a quiet space, like a white-noise machine, formed
behind the cascade. She stood on a two-foot ledge, protected in the back by a wall
of rock and hidden in front by the waterfall. It was like something out of the movie
The Last of the Mohicans
.
Her shoulders relaxed a tiny bit. Maybe James hadn’t seen her descend. Maybe he wouldn’t
know she was here. Warmth oozed from her nose. Swiping at the liquid with the back
of her hand, Annalisa came away with blood. She shivered, both from cold and shock.
James had nearly killed her this time. He’d kicked her out of the car, tried to run
her down and then driven away. She’d seen him angry plenty of times, but never like
this. Never so completely out of control.
With a shaky sigh, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the hard, damp
rocks at her back. Her arm ached all the way to her wrenched shoulder. She wondered
if the bone was broken.
Never again. Never, never again.
She’d said that the first time he’d hurt her, but this time she meant it.
She listened, intent, but could hear nothing from within the watery cocoon.
Maybe James hadn’t followed her. Maybe he would go home to California without her.
He’d said she wasn’t worth the headache. But she also knew his terrible egotistical
pride. James got what James wanted. He hated being the loser.
A scrambling noise jerked her to attention. A rock clattered against rock.
Annalisa’s heart jacked into overdrive. Blood pounded in her ears. If he’d found her,
she was as good as dead, a casualty to the rocky pool below. No one would ever know
he’d pushed her.
For a second she was helpless. Then the need to survive kicked in. He would not take
her down easily.
With her one good hand, she groped the space at her feet and found what she needed.
A rock. A small one, but a weapon just the same.
The sound of movement increased, grew closer. A shadow moved. A big shadow.
Shaking hard, she raised her arm.
A hulk ducked behind the curtain of water. Annalisa’s heart hammered wildly. She braced
to defend.
“Hey, lady, are you ok—”
With a sob, she struck, crashing the rock down with all her ebbing strength.
“Hey!” The shadow staggered back, arm upraised in defense.
The haze of fear cleared from Annalisa’s eyes. A man had joined her behind the falls
but not James. He wasn’t James. He was a big, dark, angry stranger in a cowboy hat.
And she’d bashed him with a rock.
* * *
Austin blinked
rapidly at the slender woman with the stunned face. She was as pale as strained milk
and bleeding from the nose and mouth.
“What’s going on here?”
She dropped her whamming rock and shrunk away from him.
Austin frowned. Why the heck was she cowering?
“I’m sorry. I thought—” She clamped her pale, chattering lips shut.
He rubbed at the growing knot at his temple, surprised to find his hat barely askew.
As he adjusted the Stetson, the stars subsided enough that he could remember why he’d
come down from the ridge to begin with. “What happened to your face?”
She shook her head. Hair as gold as a palomino horse clung to the sides of her face.
It was a good face, nice bone structure, with long blue eyes that took up a lot of
physical real estate. But her nose was bleeding and her upper lip puffed out like
a bee sting.
Those eyes shifted to one side. In a low murmur she said, “I fell.”
“Here? On the rocks? Did you fall from the ridge?”
“Um, yes. On the rocks. I was...um...hiking.” Again, her eyes skittered all over the
place. Everywhere but on him. Austin’s sixth sense crackled like milk-drenched Rice
Krispies. There was something the little lady wasn’t saying. His gaze dropped to her
shoes. Heels. Strappy, spiky heels. She was hiking in those?
“Looks like you need a doc. Can I call someone for you?” He fished in his pocket and
dragged out a cell. “No guarantee of service up here.”
She shook her head. “There’s none. I tried.”
Other than his, Austin didn’t see a cell phone. In fact, she carried nothing at all,
and unless his eyesight had worsened in the past three minutes, she had no pockets
in the sleek pants and fitted sweater. The sixth sense squealed louder. Something
was amiss.
He glanced at his trusty little flip phone. The woman was right. The satellite logo
was spinning like a top and coming up short. No service. “You hiking up here alone?”
“What?” She looked startled, doe-eyed and guilty about something. A drop of blood
rimmed one nostril. She dabbed it with a wrist.
“You said you were hiking and fell. You alone?”
“Oh. Um...yes. Alone.” Again the shifty eyes, the jittery movements. Add a hard swallow
for measure and he was sure the lady was lying through her even, white teeth.
She started to move as if to pass him. Austin stepped back but not in time. She bumped
the rock face. A cry slipped from swollen lips as she grabbed for her left arm. “Oh,
God, please.”
Austin jacked an eyebrow. Was she one of those fruitcakes lured by the town’s “rumor”
of answered prayers? “Forget it. It’s just a story made up to draw tourists.”
She blinked, cradling the arm against her chest. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Praying under the waterfall.” He motioned toward the foaming spray of water. “Useless.”
With a bewildered look, she doubled forward and moaned. Her body shook like a motherless
calf on Christmas morning.
Against his better judgment, Austin accepted what he had to do. “That’s it. You’re
going to a doctor.”
“I think my arm may be broken, but...” She ended on a sob.
“But what?”
Her pale lips tightened beneath worried eyes. Austin huffed a frustrated sigh. One,
the woman was hurt. Two, she was lying. Three, he wasn’t sure what else to do.
He didn’t like getting involved in other people’s business. In fact, he didn’t like
getting involved with any kind of people for any reason, but he wasn’t a heartless
mule, either, who’d leave a woman with a broken arm five miles from the nearest working
telephone.
“Come on.” He edged his way from beneath the falls and out into the perfect early
autumn day. Or it had been perfect until the calf disappeared and a woman showed up.
Austin started up the rocks toward his waiting horse before he remembered. The woman
had only one good arm. Going down to the falls was an adventure. Getting back up required
two good hands and a stout disposition. With a sigh, he pivoted, taking care on the
slick limestone.
Wet and shaking, the blonde edged cautiously along the wall, still cradling the arm.
He trudged back to her. “How did you get down here anyway?”
She shrugged but said nothing. Her silence bothered him.
“Oh, right, you fell.”
And I flew in on a Learjet.
“Come on. You first.” If she slipped, he could catch her.