Mother For His Children, A (23 page)

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Keep reading for an excerpt from THE WRANGLER'S INCONVENIENT WIFE by Lacy Williams.

 

Dear Reader,

Thank you for choosing
A Mother for His Children!
I hope you enjoyed this visit to Eden Township as much as I did.

Levi's quest to find a new wife was inspired by the story of my great-great grandfather, Elias Schrock. His first wife, Nancy Ann, died of tuberculosis in 1900. Only his youngest daughter was still at home when Elias became a widower, and she already had plans for her own wedding. I think that probably helped to increase his loneliness. He married again only a year later, to his first wife's widowed sister, Mary.

How did Elias and Mary's wedding come about? Which one of them first had the idea of marriage? How did Elias's daughters react to their new stepmother?

These are the questions that brought Levi and Ruthy together.

But, of course, Levi and Ruthy's courtship couldn't be as simple as reality!

Levi had already appeared in
The Prodigal Son Returns
(Love Inspired Historical, May 2013) as a widower with ten children. When Ruthy came into the picture, I knew she had to be a strong woman with a big heart in order to make their relationship work, and for the two of them to create the Christian home where those children—and Grace, and any future blessings—would thrive. May God grant the same kind of blessing to all of us!

I would love to hear from you! You can contact me on my website,
www.JanDrexler.com
, or on Facebook at
Jan Drexler, author.

Blessings to you and yours,

Jan Drexler

 

Questions for Discussion

1. Both Ruthy and Levi had formed images of the person they were corresponding with before they met, and they were both completely wrong. Have you ever made an assumption about someone based on a letter or email? Were you right, or wrong?
   
2. Ruthy had resigned herself to being unmarried for the rest of her life because of the actions of Elam and Laurette. Have you ever made a life-altering decision based on someone else's actions? Was it a good decision, or a bad one?
   
3. Levi's oldest sons, Elias and Nathan, resented Ruthy coming into their home and taking their mother's place, while the younger children accepted and loved her from the beginning. How do you accept major changes in your life?
   
4. When her mother became ill, the burden of caring for the family fell on Waneta's shoulders. Even though this was a common occurrence during this time, it was hard on a young girl. Have you ever had to shoulder responsibilities that were beyond your abilities? Did God provide someone to ease your burdens, the way He provided Ruthy for Levi's family?
   
5. Ruthy harbored resentment against Elam and Laurette—a resentment so deep that she described it as a hard, cold shell around her heart. Even though she knew it was wrong, she was able to justify her feelings, burying her need to forgive her best friend. Is there any person in your life who needs your forgiveness? Anyone you need to ask to forgive you? What barriers lie between you and reconciliation?
   
6. Levi's sister, Eliza, is a hard person to get along with. Have you ever known someone like Eliza? Were you ever able to get past their defenses and become friends with them?
   
7. One thing Ruthy brings to the Zook household is her efficient organization of the housekeeping tasks. Do you ever wish you were more organized in your work? What step will you take today to help you become more organized?
   
8. Ruthy felt right at home the first time she attended Sunday meeting with the Zooks, even though she didn't know anyone. Have you ever visited a new church? How can you make visitors to your church feel welcomed?
   
9. The tramp, Jack Davenport, was a surprise visitor to the Zook home the night of the snowstorm. Do you think he just happened to end up at Levi's farm, or was this a divine appointment?
   
10. Laurette died before Ruthy could reconcile with her, although she was assured Laurette had received her letter of forgiveness. We don't know what Laurette's thoughts were when she read that letter, but what do you think her reaction was?
    
11. Elam isn't the typical Amish man we think of. An Amish friend of mine once told me, “Just because you're Amish, doesn't mean you're a Christian.” What do you think of her comment?
    

 

Chapter One

Wyoming, late spring, 1900

B
eing the responsible one was rougher than he expected.

Edgar White had been up half the night with a calving heifer, now a proud mama cow. But instead of burrowing into his bunk and sleeping the morning away, he was working as a trail boss, driving a herd of cattle to meet the morning train.

And wrangling his younger brothers was turning out to be even more difficult than handling a bunch of ornery, smelly beasts.

On his trusted cow pony, he was half dozing, dreaming of getting back to his bedroll with only half an eye on the herd when the far-off whistle brought him fully alert and upright in the saddle. They would have another half hour after the train arrived in Bear Creek to load the animals, but there was no sense in lollygagging around. It would be the work of a quarter hour to push the animals into town to the loading pens near the station.

Since the lion's share of work on the family ranch had fallen to him these past couple of years, twenty-four-year-old Edgar was always prepared. He followed the most logical course. Was early for his engagements.

His adopted brothers, all six of them, called him boring.

Out of all the guys his pa had taken in before marrying Penny, Edgar was the only one who didn't dream of leaving home on some grand adventure one day. Even Davy, the quiet one, dreamed of traveling back East when he had the cash to do so.

But his adoptive pa, Jonas, must've thought Edgar's steadfastness was a good thing, because he'd left Edgar in charge while he and his wife, Penny, had taken fifteen-year-old Breanna, Edgar's adopted sister, and their smaller children on a trip to Boston for several weeks. Oscar, the eldest brother and now a happy husband with children of his own, had surprised his wife, Sarah, by declaring they were going on the trip, too—sort of as a belated honeymoon. Edgar would never have wanted to travel with that many little ones, but the womenfolk had talked of nothing else for weeks.

Maxwell, his second-eldest brother, was living in Denver while his wife, Hattie, finished her training to become a doctor. They both planned to return to the area within the year. With Oscar and Maxwell gone, it meant Edgar was the eldest still at home.

The eldest, and the one charged with the most responsibility. He needed to get the cattle to Jonas's buyer and take care of the ranch in his pa's absence. He didn't mind. Work was something he knew, and he refused to let his adoptive parents down.

Urging his horse into a canter, Edgar rounded up the last few slow-moving steers, pushing them over the train tracks toward the station on the edge of town.

He had his hat off and was waving the all clear to his brother Seb, who was riding flank near the middle of the herd, when he saw the break in the tracks.

Somehow a section of the track had split. The ground was cracked open beneath the dirt and grass, maybe from the dry winter they'd had, and the connection was broken.

There was no doubt that if the train hit this area at full speed it would derail. Passengers could be hurt or killed. A glance to the east showed the line of smoke puffing nearer, though the train wasn't in sight yet. From here he couldn't tell if it was slowing, but if the engineer didn't know about the damage to the tracks, every passenger on board was at risk.

It wasn't his business, didn't have a thing to do with his cattle or the job, but Edgar couldn't let innocent people get hurt, not if there was a chance he could prevent it.

He whistled shrilly and Seb turned, twisting in his saddle. “What's a matter?” the younger brother shouted.

“Take the cattle on in! I'll follow.” Edgar waved him on, because the animals could be injured, too, if the train derailed.

Seb waved his acquiescence and wheeled the horse back to keep the animals in line.

Edgar took off with a cry of “Ha!” to spur his horse on. The large animal responded quickly, breaking into a gallop that nearly blew Edgar's hat off.

The train maintained its speed, chugging quickly toward Edgar as he raced alongside the tracks. Even if he got the attention of the engineer, could it be stopped in time?

Briefly considering a warning shot from his rifle, Edgar dismissed the thought. The engineer might think he was some kind of robber or something. Instead, he loosened the bandanna from around his neck. He clutched the material in his hand as he leaned over the horse's neck, urging the animal with his body for more speed.

As he neared the train, he began waving the dark blue cloth, hoping the engineer could see it. Hoping the man would throw the brakes.

He knew there was a chance the engineer wouldn't stop. He whispered a prayer under his breath for the safety of the passengers he could now see through the windows on the passenger car.

And the train began to slow with a squeal of brakes against the rails.

Would it stop in time?

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“What's going on? Are we already there?”

Will anyone take us in?

Fran Morris heard the unasked question from her fifteen-year-old sister, Emma. And she didn't have an answer for any of the three.

Bracing herself against the seat in front of her inside the crowded passenger car, she peered through the window to see only grassy fields. Not a town in sight.

That was the answer to one question.

From the second row at the front—where the group of gray-bedecked orphans were easily seen and ogled by the other passengers—she would be one of the first to know what was going on when the car's doors opened.

But they weren't in Bear Creek yet. With only two more towns scheduled for orphan train stops, they were running out of time to find a new home—and to find safety.

“I don't know what's happening, Emma,” she murmured to her younger sister as she craned her neck to better see out the black-smudged window.

Not even a barn in sight.

“Just sit tight.” The words had been a mantra of sorts for the two of them since they'd left Memphis three days before. Stay out of sight. Unnoticed. Safe.

Would she ever feel safe again?

In her nineteen years, she'd never imagined leaving Memphis, the city where she'd been born and raised. And now here she was in the plains of Wyoming. Alone, except for her sister to take care of. All because one man had become obsessed with her sister. With no family to protect them, it was up to Fran to keep Emma out of Underhill's reach.

The train's momentum changed, throwing her forward in the seat. The squeal of brakes became a shriek. Voices cried out from all around.

Emma fell off the seat into the aisle.

“Emma!”

But Fran couldn't catch her balance, either. She was knocked back against the seat, shoulder banging against the window, sending pain radiating up her arm. She cried out.

“Fran!”

Emma's voice was lost in the shouts and cacophony as the train seemed to lift beneath them, then listed to one side.

Screams ripped through the compartment.

Fran reached for anything she could use to steady herself. There was nothing. “Emma!”

Passengers screamed. Metal groaned. The car leaned, everything seemed to pause momentarily and then the train crashed onto its side.

Fran was slammed bodily into the window, then the seat in front of her before everything went still. She found herself collapsed in a small ball between the two seats, her backside now on the window.

Her ears rang. Her head hurt. So did her shoulder.

“Emma?” When she could force her voice to work, it emerged in a whisper, and was lost among the cries of those nearby. She reached around, tried to shuffle to the edge of the seat where Emma had been before the wreck had happened. What had caused them to derail?

“Emma? Emma!”

Worry that her sister hadn't answered had Fran scrambling toward the aisle as best she could in the lopsided car.

Metal screeched and a bright shaft of light hit her face as she crawled into the aisle. The door, now overhead, had opened.

Emma was nowhere in sight.

Luggage was strewn about, blocking her attempt at movement. People all around struggled to right themselves, without much success.

She peered up to see the shadow of a head and shoulders in the doorway above her.

Then a big pair of boots dropped into her line of vision, landing with a reverberating thud.

“You all right, miss?”

She followed the deep drawl up and up and up, taking in the giant bear of a man from those tree-size legs to the broad shoulders to the unkempt blond beard and long hair beneath his cowboy hat.

Inappropriate and ill timed as it was, when she met his sky blue eyes, she felt a shock of attraction, a lightning bolt through her nervous system like nothing she'd ever felt before.

For this mountain of a man?

“I need to find my sister.” Was that tentative whisper her voice? Perhaps she was more shaken from the crash than she'd thought.

“Let's get you out of here first.”

“No—”

But the man didn't even seem to hear her protest. He clasped her waist and lifted her toward the door where she could see a man in uniform waiting with arms outstretched.

She struggled, but it didn't faze the huge man one bit. He shoved her into the conductor's waiting arms, and she was unceremoniously deposited onto the side of the train car.

“Best slide down the top, missy,” the gray-mustached man said. “Less parts for you to get caught on.” He motioned toward one side of the derailed train car.

There was no way she was leaving without Emma, not after she'd overheard a man inquiring about them in Lincoln, Nebraska, the day before. Keeping Emma out of Mr. Underhill's reach was imperative.

“I'll wait on my sister. I want to make sure she wasn't injured.” And to make sure she was safe. Fran had scoured the passenger car and not seen the man she'd seen briefly on the Lincoln train platform, but it was too much to hope that they'd outrun those who were searching for them.

“Then you'd better move aside. Got a lot of folks to get off this train.”

Fran moved a few yards down the side of the train and carefully perched above one of the windows. She wrapped her arms about her knees, worry making her tremble. What if Emma had been hurt?

* * *

Edgar had waved until his arm ached, but the conductor hadn't been able to stop in time to avoid the broken tracks.

Watching helplessly wasn't a thing he liked to do, but it had been all he could do to control his horse in the face of the awful accident. The steam engine and this passenger car lay prone on their sides, but had uncoupled from a second passenger car that tilted precariously over the broken tracks. He'd left the people on that car to figure out how to get themselves off and rushed to help the other car, meeting up with the badly shaken conductor. Although the conductor had heard stories of the boiler spilling hot coals in a crash like this, it appeared the machinery was stable for now, not at risk of catching fire.

Edgar worked like a dog to get the passengers off the downed train.

As he worked, Edgar could still hear the little spitfire he'd come across first questioning the uniformed man. Some of the passengers he lifted up to the conductor were injured, some not.

Even the murmur of her voice shook him.

He'd never had such a visceral reaction to a woman before, until this little slip of a thing with her big brown doe eyes.

For someone who made a practice of staying away from the opposite sex, it was gut-wrenching. He definitely needed to get off this train and back to the relative solitude of his pa's ranch.

But he couldn't leave the passengers behind, not when they needed help. Several had been injured by falling luggage or had been thrown around when the train derailed.

He was sweating, and felt more exhausted than he did after a long day of branding.

He boosted a mother and her crying toddler, both of whom seemed to be blessedly uninjured, to the conductor.

The muscles in his arms shook.

A shadow moved in one of the windows above him. He looked up to see the young woman staring down into the car, peering through the windows.

Their eyes connected, and he felt like someone had taken a cinch to his chest.

Suddenly, the walls were closing in on him.

“I've gotta take a breather,” he told the conductor. It had been at least an hour with no break. He was due.

The man nodded and moved back from the opening.

“What? No...” He could hear the girl begin to protest, even through the glass and metal. Her head appeared above the opening, partially blocking his way. “My sister...”

He boosted himself up, forcing her to move back or bump into him.

She didn't go far. Just squatted on her haunches a couple feet away.

Her nearness sent prickles up the back of his neck. His reaction irritated him.

“I won't be any good to anybody if I don't rest a moment,” he told her, looking off toward the Laramie Mountains in the distance.

The sun beat down on his shoulders, but at least outside of the enclosed car, the breeze cooled him a bit.

“What about the other men?” the girl insisted.

He looked around, exaggerating the movement. Several men in fancy duds that he'd pulled from the train sat on their cabooses. The conductor was short of stature and wouldn't be any good at boosting people up. Looked like it was Edgar or nobody.

“Everybody still in that passenger car is shook up,” he explained, trying to hold on to his patience. “And those fellas down there don't look like they're gonna be much help.”

“Frances! Miss Morris!” A woman's shout from below turned the gal's head briefly, but she waved the older woman off, concentrating only on her mission to rescue her sister. He could relate a little bit—if one of his brothers was in danger, he would've physically moved the train to get to them.

“Get down here this instant. I need all the orphans to stay together,” the woman ordered.