Vestige of Power: Vestige in Time, #1
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Finalist in the Faith, Hope, and Love Reader's Choice Award
A man of the wilderness thrust into the wilds of the city. A woman bucking convention to help others. When a murderous plot pushes them together, will he be able to save her?
Joseph's life may be simple, but it's all he's ever known.
Born and raised in the heart of the Rockies, Joseph can't imagine a more exciting life. But when one wrong step lands him in the alley of an unknown city, excitement takes a new turn. Will he get his bearings in time to help a stranger whose life is on the line?
Victoria wants to use her influence to help those less fortunate.
Though Victoria grew up in high society, her father encouraged her to follow her dreams. Now she wants everyone to have the same freedom as her. Freedom to an education, no matter your gender or social rank. Little does she realize, speaking at a rally will change her life completely.
Can Joseph and Victoria look past those grasping for power around them and find their true destinies, or will the shadows of doubt keep them from all God has for them?
If you like page-turning adventure, fascinating characters, and engaging stories of triumph, you'll love Sara Blackard's unique time travel series.
Read all of the Vestige of Time Series.
Vestige of Power - Book 1
Vestige of Hope - Book 2
Vestige of Legacy - Book 3
Vestige of Courage - Book 4
Sara Blackard
Sara Blackard has been a writer since she was able to hold a pencil. When she’s not crafting wild adventures and sweet romances, she’s homeschooling her five children, keeping their off-grid house running, or enjoying the Alaskan lifestyle she and her husband love. Visit her website at www.sarablackard.com.
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Vestige of Power - Sara Blackard
CHAPTER 1
April 7, 1852
Middle of the Rocky Mountains
Joseph Thomas looked out across the swollen creek behind his trapping cabin at the purple, jagged mountains that jutted up above the aspen trees, still naked from winter’s long hold. He loved the Rocky Mountains he called home. Though many ventured further north, his home deep in the mountains just south of the Oregon Trail suited him. He breathed the crisp early morning air, letting out a contented sigh, though something unknown caused him a sense of unease that stirred within his spirit. The sun prepared to mount its daily ride across the vast blue sky, soaring Joseph’s anticipation to new heights.
Joseph believed himself a man up to beaver, able to hold his own in any situation. Born thirty-one years before and raised within these rocky slopes, not much caused him concern. Even when a grizzly attacked him when he was twenty-three years old, Joseph had remained calm. When the burly thing became bent on eating him, he killed it with his hunting knife, stitched his own chest up where the grizz got a good swipe in, and roasted the best bear steak he’d ever eaten over the open fire. When the Crow warriors captured him while Joseph explored the northern mountains the year his feet got itchy at twenty-five, he’d used his good looks to get one of the young maidens to cut his ties. Joseph ran for days through three feet of snow over the mountain passes and miry fields of early summer mud. When he’d finally made it home and friends asked where’d he’d been traveling to the last eight months, he’d shrugged it off as wandering around.
So the fact that some unknown anxiety had him acting like his drawers swam in fleas made him wonder what God had in store for him.
Joseph adjusted the haversack slung across his chest, heavy with his latest haul of gold from his mine he’d stumbled upon a few seasons ago. God had blessed him when He’d led him to take shelter in that hidden cave from the loco windstorm that had ripped through the forest, uprooting trees and hurling hail. After Joseph had lit a fire to dry off, he’d noticed something glittering at him from the cave walls. He never put much stock in chasing fleeting dreams of gold and riches, but that cave made him the richest man west of the Mississippi in an instant, though no one knew it but him and God. No use flaunting news like that around. There remained enough gold in that cave that he’d be digging for years if he wanted to. For now, he took it out one bag at a time every now and then, so no one would catch wind.
Joseph walked along the bank of the creek contemplating catching a trout or two for breakfast. The sweet song of a warbler flitting across the trees reminded him that summer approached fast. Then the bank gave way, tossing his stomach into his throat as he fell into the raging creek. Suddenly, the heavy blessing of gold became the weight of death.
Joseph slammed into hard ground with a grunt and a crash. He pushed onto his elbow expecting water to pour from his buckskin clothes but instead the smell of refuse assaulted his nose and clattering discordance of rushing carriages, shouting people, and factories bruised his ears. Quick footsteps approached, so he shook his head to clear out the cobwebs and pushed to his knees. He still gripped his rifle in his right hand, the weight of the gold still clung to his side, but he had somehow landed in a bustling city rather than the roaring creek.
Oh, my gracious Lord in heaven.
A short, stout elderly man wearing a clergy collar and tidy black clothes rushed down the alley towards Joseph. My son, are you all right?
The pastor’s eyes widened as he glanced up and down Joseph. Joseph peered at the end of the alley and saw people walking to and fro in their fancy suits and fluffy dresses. Joseph supposed he struck an exotic and powerful figure in his buckskin pants and coat that over time became sculpted to his muscled body, his long red hair pulled back into a leather thong, and his beard long and scruffy.
Joseph stood the rest of the way, swaying a bit in confusion. He looked at the tall stone buildings squeezed on either side of him and the blood drained from his face. The old man hurried to his side, placing an arm around his back and holding Joseph up so he didn’t tumble back into the refuse.
I believe I am.
Joseph faltered as he watched wagons and carriages rushing by the end of the alley.
You could use a bracing cup of coffee, if you ask me. I’m Pastor Timothy Hudson, at your service. Why don’t you come across the street with me to my church, and we can get you rejuvenated and chat about what’s ailing you?
The diminutive man’s words rushed out as he grunted with Joseph’s weight.
That sounds mighty fine, thank you,
Joseph answered, glad for the kindness and opportunity to gather his bearings. I’m Joseph Thomas.
Joseph allowed Pastor Hudson to usher him across the bustling street and into the church nestled in the noise and filth. He figured a church was better than most places to work out what had happened to