Caleb's Rain Lily Bride (Texas Frontier Brides Book 1)
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Chance Creek, Texas, 1875. When Maggie and her husband, Ian Price, led a group of displaced southerners to Texas just after the Civil War, she never imagined that she would be the one left in charge of them. After the murder of her husband, she inherited the job of town sheriff. The town is all but held hostage by the Sayer brothers, one of them the killer of Maggie's husband. Ignoring the brewing disappointment and bitterness within, she does her best to keep the town going, settling minor disputes, and generally encouraging the citizens to have hope that the future will be better. But the job is too much for a woman alone. Maggie knows she should trust God to handle the problem, but she feels He has let her down in the past. How can she trust Him for the future?
Widowed Caleb Hatcher is a man doing his best to leave the past behind. Anxious to start a new life, he heads for Texas, with ranching on his mind. Greeted with a bullet in his side, Caleb soon learns that there is more to the town of Chance than he could have imagined. And more to Maggie Price, the beautiful and sometimes hard to understand woman that rescued him from certain death.
Will Maggie learn that God has His own way of working things out? Or will she allow her own stubborn will to lead her down the wrong path?
Mary L. Briggs
Mary L. Briggs is a wife, mother, and registered nurse. She enjoys writing inspirational fiction and is also a free-lance writer. She has had two romance stories and one mini-mystery published in Woman's World Magazine. She enjoys reading, writing, studying American history, cooking, quilting, herb gardening, and crafting. Mary lives in a cordwood home in the Ouachita Mountains with her husband and two daughters. She also enjoys the company of five cats, a German Shepherd/Border Collie dog, and a flock of chickens.
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Caleb's Rain Lily Bride (Texas Frontier Brides Book 1) - Mary L. Briggs
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 1
Look at me please, George,
Maggie encouraged. His blue eyes were wide and innocent when he stared into her face. And those cute little dimples on his cheeks…what was Hallie Bolton thinking? This child was almost shy. And the ginger-headed boy beside him didn’t look like a menace, either. A part of her longed to take them both in her arms, squeeze them tight, and kiss their sweet faces. You look at me, too, please, Gerald.
"Yes, ma’am,’ both boys responded at once, their eyes meeting hers.
Maggie took a seat behind the desk. She regretted wearing the sheriff star badge, as Hallie Bolton had requested. These were mere children, and while they might need disciplining, there was no need to scare them.
She cleared her throat. I guess you both know why Miss Bolton asked me to speak to you.
Their heads nodded in unison. "Yes ma’am,’ they said again.
Maggie smiled. They were sweet, obedient boys. Miss Bolton was barely past being a child herself. Maybe it was Hallie that Maggie ought to be speaking to about this problem. The woman was young, but she had to learn how to handle her students. Now, is it true that the two of you have been bringing frogs and snakes into the classroom?
Not always, Mrs. Price,
George spoke up. We just get blamed for it, don’t we?
he looked at Gerald, who nodded in agreement.
Maggie bit her lip. Maybe that wasn’t the correct tactic to take. She cleared her throat and folded her hands together on the desk. Miss Bolton is new to the school. All the children need to be making her feel welcome, not disrupting the class.
We wouldn’t do that,
George proclaimed, his eyes rounded and sincere. We like her, don’t we, Gerald?
Maggie sighed and debated on bringing up the subject of the poem Miss Bolton had found written on the chalk board. Something about Miss Bolton being stung by a bee and all the children laughing with glee. She had forgotten the exact words.
Most of the verse had been spelled wrong, and supposedly, these two innocents were terrible spellers. It was a silly poem, probably written in fun. Still, the children must learn to be respectful. Miss Bolton told me that she caught you putting a frog in Lena Jacob’s hair, Gerald.
She kept her eyes on his face, waiting for a reaction.
He glanced at George before he answered. It was just a little one.
He held up his thumb and forefinger to demonstrate the miniscule proportions of the creature.
So you did do it?
At least she was getting somewhere if he admitted it.
The small boy shrugged and nodded his head, shifting his lunch pail to the other hand. I guess so. It just seemed like fun at the time. We didn’t mean to make anybody mad. We like frogs,
he added.
I’m sure you do,
Maggie said, resisting the smile that tugged at her lips. But frogs belong at the creek. They are not to be put in teacher’s desks, or a little girl’s hair. Is that clear?
They both stared at the shiny lunch tins clutched in their hands and nodded.
A brief glance out the window revealed Beulah Lewis walking on the far side of the street. The very woman she had a message for. Maggie stood. You boys sit here quietly and think about what you’ve done. I’ll be back in just a moment and then we’ll talk about it.
She stepped outside and hailed Mrs. Lewis. Good morning,
she greeted as she crossed the street to speak to her. I just wanted to let you know that Gram has your dress ready whenever you want to pick it up.
Thank you, honey,
Mrs. Lewis said, patting Maggie on the arm. "I have a few more errands to do and then I’ll be right over to her shop.
Back inside the office, it seemed the boys had finally taken the talk to heart. George’s face was nearly chalk white and Gerald could only stare down at his worn boots. Poor things. She shouldn’t be too hard on them. They were only little boys.
Are you two sorry?
They nodded, but didn’t look up.
All right. You may go on to school. And I don’t want to hear anymore about this nonsense. Do you hear?
They both nodded as they dashed out the door. She watched as they made a fast path to the school house. Well maybe Hallie Bolton was right. A trip to the sheriff’s office might just have made an improvement in their behavior.
She shook her head and laughed as she sat back at the desk. That had been an easy task, compared to some things she had to deal with. Being a stand-in sheriff was no fun, most of the time. The things people complained about and refused to settle themselves created endless problems for her to solve.
She smiled. At least there wasn’t much more to do in the office this morning, and then she could head home. She stacked the small sheets of paper notes that had been left on her desk this last week. She added a note to the one on top. Recommended Jake Smithson to allow Morgan Cannon’s cows to water at pond. That should settle that problem.
The old desk drawer squeaked loudly as she began to pull it open. Really there must be something that could be–
A yelp sounded from her lips as the first frog hit her squarely in the nose, bounding off her face and into her lap. Another landed atop her shoulder as she wasted no time in pushing her chair back and leaving the seat. A dozen or more petite versions of the first, just the size Gerald had described, began to make their escape from the drawer, some landing on her boots, and then jumping across the room. A few made it to the small window sill and sat there, their beady little eyes on her, as if they were waiting for her to step over and open the framed glass for them.
Gingerly grasping the frog on her shoulder, she dropped him into the empty coffee cup on her desk, covering the top with her hand. Spying another frog, near her booted foot, she knelt and snagged him as he tried to bounce from his hiding place. Plunking him into the cup with his brother, or cousin, or whatever relative he might be, she blew out her breath. Those lunch pails must have been full of the jumping creatures. Taking the cup, she threw its contents out the door.
Grabbing the broom, she began what would be a futile clean up. Some of these frogs would be in here for weeks, no doubt. Her sympathy for Miss Hallie Bolton was starting to grow.
***
Whoa, Kit!
Caleb Hatcher reined his horse to a stop near the edge of the craggy overhang and swung down. His boots on solid ground, he breathed in the dry warmth of mid-morning. The rain-cooled air was now miles behind. Ahead lay green hills and beautiful forests. The sun had broken through the thin clouds and shone bright and clear in the sky.
It’s beautiful country, Lord,
he spoke aloud. He laughed when Kit looked his way. But the horse was used to his ongoing conversations to God, and sometimes to himself. It did a man good to get the words out of his mouth.
He put his hands on his stomach as it gave a protesting growl. Up before sunup, and only a cup of coffee, he had been anxious to move on. See what the day held.
He mopped his forehead with a dark kerchief pulled from his pocket. It was barely ten o’clock and the temperature was already beginning to soar. Untying the canteen from the saddle, he took a long sip of water, still cool from the night’s chilly air.
Just the fact that there was no more flat, scrubby prairie as far as the eye could see boosted his hopes. This would be a fine place to raise cattle, and maybe a few crops. Cotton was one of the best for the area, he had read. Growing cotton hadn’t occurred to him before this venture, but it never hurt to learn something new.
The dampness of his boots testified to the fact that, despite it being late summer, the stream he crossed back a mile or so had plenty of water. And there was still lush grass to be had. Maybe he was almost to a place he could call home.
He gave a whistle and raised his voice, Let’s go, Kit,
he urged the horse. No need to poke along at a snail’s speed the rest of the day. If he was really getting closer to what he sought, then there was no time to waste. And in another few miles, he would be ready for a bite to eat.
Another mile and Caleb guided the horse among the scrubby oaks and limestone rocks. It had been just a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, but he was sure he’d seen a rabbit run through the brush just ahead of him. It could have been a coyote running low, but if he was lucky, it was a rabbit. A good piece of fresh meat would be welcome after a steady diet of bacon and beans. Reining Kit to a stop, he dismounted and pulled his rifle from the saddle scabbard.
You wait here, boy,
he said, tying a length of rope to Kit’s bridle and looping it to a nearby tree. Kit could be a little skittish when a gun fired close by. Caleb patted the horse’s neck. I’ll be back in a few minutes.
He stepped into the grove of trees, feeling at once the muggy coolness the shade of their branches offered. Following a narrow trail for a while, he stopped to listen for any sound in the scrubby undergrowth. At once, the birds fell silent and he swallowed hard. He was used to hunting, making his way through woods and forests. He knew how to stay quiet. But maybe someone else didn’t. Maybe it hadn’t been the flash of a rabbit or coyote that his eyes had caught.
Something scurried to his left and he quickly turned. In a blink of an eye, a loud boom sounded and searing pain ripped through his side. The rifle slipped from his hands as the landscape began to spin. He reached blindly to steady himself, but his fingers grasped only air. Amanda’s name on his lips, he fell backwards into a spinning maze of agony and darkness.
***
Staring through the pane of the second story window, made grimy by dust from the street below, Maggie could see Job Sayer standing next to a big roan tied in front of Bailey’s Saloon. The large, hairless white scar on the steed’s neck fairly glowed in the morning’s sunshine. A matching horse, minus the scar, tied on the other side of Job, probably belonged to one of his brothers.
To a casual passerby, if there were any on the deserted road, the man would appear to be busy checking the halter. But from this height, it was easy enough to see the slight turn and incline of his head as he observed the street around him. For the moment, he had no one to observe. Nothing could clear the streets of Chance like a visit from the Sayers.
Her lips twisted into a bitter smile as she watched his wary inspection of Main Street. The Sayer’s couldn’t be too careful. There were too many people that wanted them dead. What must it be like to be hated and feared by so many?
She could see the muslin curtain hanging in the window of Royce’s Barber Shop move a bit as the barber showed a glimpse of his face before fading back into the shadows of the building. The man’s hands were unsteady on a good day. It was bad timing for anyone that might be sitting in his chair at this moment. For their sake, she hoped they were getting a haircut and not a shave.
Her eyes shifted to a door that opened a few more stores down. Wally Stoner, mayor of Chance, stepped out of the mercantile. He stood, hands on his hips, making sure that Job saw him. They stared for a few moments, before Job went back to his examination of the surroundings.
Wally might be young, but he was brave and fearless when it came to protecting the town. Many a time, he had wanted to get up a posse and go after the brothers, but too many of the residents were afraid of the consequences. Scared their family might pay a price too hard. The fear took away their desire to do what was right. Her sympathies were with both sides. How could you make yourself put your own children in danger?
She would have gone with Wally in a heartbeat, but the sheriff’s widow would not be considered for a posse, though she served quite well as sheriff-in-the-mean-time. None of the cowards hesitated to bring her a problem whenever one arose. She grimaced and fingered the gold star, now tucked inside the pocket of her shirt.
Her fingers itched and tingled as she gave a glance at the loaded rifle that leaned against the wall. She was a good enough shot. One less Sayer in the world would be a small step toward a safe town. And she wouldn’t let him go easy. A shot to the knee, then maybe another in the hand. He should have to beg.
She blinked and shook her head. Forgive me, Lord. Why did she have such thoughts lately? Lynching and vigilantes would only make the town become what they had fled after the war. Only make her the same as them. Chance was mostly law-abiding, except for the Sayers, and a few stragglers that passed through, now and then. The brothers had to be brought in the right way, by a lawman.