Hope Triumphant: A Hopeful Hearts Novella

By Genevieve Easten

Janice Danwell, the youngest daughter of a well-loved Senator, defies her family's wishes in order to follow her heart becoming a nurse and taking on a position in the small mining town of Vanity. Her new life in the rugged town seems idyllic working with a widowed Doctor who quickly takes her in as his own daughter, until tragedy strikes and leaves her heart and her future in disarray. With only her faith to guide her, what does her future hold?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Genevieve Easten
• Release date: Feb 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310840470

Genevieve Easten

A fan of classical Christian fiction like that of Grace Livingston Hill and Janette Oke, Genevieve Easten writes novels of faith and hope for a new generation of readers in search of everlasting and true love.

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Hope Triumphant

By Genevieve Easten

A Hopeful Hearts Story

All rights reserved / Copyright 2016

A Smashwords Publication

Janie took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air as she stood overlooking the small town sheltered at the base of the opposite mountain. It had taken her so long to get there, but she was finally there despite her family’s opposition and despite all the challenges that had crossed her path along the way. She stood at the edge of the mountain road and looked down on the distant town of Vanity. She could see the clapboard buildings lining the main street. At one end of the street, she could see the church and school being built, while at the other end, there was another large building being built. The stage driver had told her that the town was growing, but she knew better than try to compare it, even in her mind’s eye, with the towns from back east.

She smiled as a crisp breeze brushed across her face and she caught the scent of the firs and evergreens from the trees that lined the lower halves of the mountains. Her blue eyes took in the entire valley, from the river that ran alongside the town with the tiny homes scattered along its swollen shores, to the snow capped mountain peaks that towered so high, they made the town look even smaller than it was. There was so much majesty, and she felt incredible gratitude to be able to witness it firsthand.

Miss, we are ready to go now. The rough voice of the stage driver broke into her thoughts. Janie turned to face the weather worn old man and met his kind gaze.

You must love coming out here every now and then. It is so picturesque.

The older man nodded as he helped Janie back into the wagon with the only other passenger, an elderly woman who was continuing on to another mountain town.

I enjoy the view, Miss, but not necessarily the drive. The trail gets quiet steep as we head down to the valley. Please take a seat next to Mrs. Jones, and say a little prayer. We will go slow, but if the horses need to be let out, I will have to let them, and the ride will get quite rough.

Janie’s eyes grew wide, not so much from his warning, but more from the frown on his face and the concern in his voice.

Is it really so bad?

The driver closed the stage door, but spoke through the window, "These parts have seen a lot of rain recently. I walked ahead as far as I could, but the road is incredibly muddy. I won’t lie. If I thought there were another way to get the wagon down, I would take it. As it is, we have no choice.

Janie nodded and took her seat next to Mrs. Jones who was blessedly asleep, oblivious to the concern of the trail ahead. As the stage moved forward, Janie said a quick prayer for safety as they made their way down the mountain. After she opened her eyes, she gazed out the window trying not to notice every movement of the wagon slipping on the mud, or the words and sounds from the driver to his team as he tried to keep the horses calm and at a set pace - a mere walk.

As the mountain trail turned away from the town, Janie closed her eyes and thought back to before her journey began. Janie was one of six children who had been born into an affluent Boston family. She and her siblings had been blessed to live in a large home, go to the best schools, travel when her parents felt the whim to do so, and live among the elite of society. However, even as a young girl, she had felt the call to do more. When she had been thirteen, she had wandered away from her family as they had been picnicking in a large park near their estate. On her own for the first time, she felt so much freedom, but she also got lost. She found