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Authors: Erica Vetsch

Colorado Dawn

Dear Readers,

As a born and raised Kansan now living in Minnesota, every time I visit the Rocky Mountains, I am awed by their sheer size and ruggedness. My eyes are drawn to the summits with their up-thrusting peaks and sharp tree lines. How big must our God be to create something so immense and imposing? And how small our problems become when we realize how capable God is.

The characters in these three stories—
Before the Dawn
,
Light to My Path
, and
Stars in Her Eyes
—all face what seem to be insurmountable, impassable mountain ranges between themselves and their goals. But though their problems seem impossible, they learn that when they are obedient to God, when they place their trust in Him, He lights their way, making the path before them clear, no matter how steep the trail.

Thank you for choosing
Colorado Dawn
, and I hope you will enjoy the stories of David and Karen, Sam and Ellie, and Silas and Willow as they journey from darkness to light, from despair to joy.

I love to hear from readers, and you can reach me on Facebook at
www.facebook.com/ericavetsch
or via e-mail at
[email protected]

Erica Vetsch
Psalm 119:105

Before the Dawn
© 2011 by Erica Vetsch
Light to My Path
© 2011 by Erica Vetsch
Stars in Her Eyes
© 2012 by Erica Vetsch

Print ISBN 978-1-63058-452-8

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.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Dear Readers

Before the Dawn

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Light to My Path

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Stars in Her Eyes

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

B
EFORE THE
D
AWN
Dedication

For my parents, Jim and Esther Bonam.

Chapter 1

Martin City, Colorado, November 1883

K
aren Worth’s mild impatience gave way to moderate annoyance and finally to outright anxiety as she paced the depot. David Mackenzie was never late.

She checked the timepiece hanging on her lapel, comparing it to the solemn face of the Seth Thomas clock on the depot wall beside the ticket window. Her handbag toppled off the valise beside her, and she bent to pick it up. For three quarters of an hour she’d waited here like unclaimed baggage.

Behind his barred cage, the clerk shuffled papers and flicked inquiring glances from under his visor. His pinched mouth twitched, making his mustache stick out like a fussy mouse sniffing a trap.

Where could David be? Karen’s visions of a tender, warm reunion with her fiancé evaporated. She crossed her arms and stilled her tapping foot for the tenth time. The unease she’d been trying to ignore over his lack of communication during her absence renewed its assault. The two notes he’d sent the first week of her trip were everything a girl could desire in the way of love letters. Then nothing from him for three weeks.

She’d told herself no end of stories to explain things, but with each passing day, the doubts had grown.

Flap, slap, flap, slap
. The clerk worked a rubber stamp as if the papers might somehow escape his inky wrath.

Karen gathered her gloves, her bag, and her courage. She’d simply have to ask him to find her some conveyance after all.

The door crashed open. Whirling, she pressed her hand to her chest then let it drop to her side as she relaxed her tense muscles. Jesse Mackenzie filled the doorway, blocking out the weak sunlight. She offered her hands in greeting, though a tickle of unease scampered through her chest.

The large, gray-haired man strode across the station. “Karen, sorry I’m late.” He kissed her offered cheek, brushing her skin with his bushy whiskers.

“Mr. Mackenzie, what a surprise. I expected David.”

The older man rubbed his beard and didn’t meet her eyes. “Lots going on at the mine and at the house.”

The tickle of unease became a tremor. “Where
is
David?”

The clerk cleared his throat, and Jesse glared at him. “We’ll sort it out at the house.” He whisked up her bags as if they weighed nothing and headed toward the door. She followed in his wake, stopping to tug on her gloves and anchor her hat against the fitful, wind-tossed snowflakes gusting about.

The Mackenzie buggy stood at the hitching rail. Jesse stowed the luggage. Then he helped Karen aboard and let her get settled before spreading the lap robe over her skirts. Cold dampness flowed over Karen when he urged the horses into a brisk trot, and she pulled her cloak tighter. He lifted the reins. “Be time for the bobsled if this snow keeps up.”

The horses’ hooves made splashing plops in the muddy road of the main thoroughfare. Buggies, wagons, and saddle horses lined the streets. This late in the fall, the trees lifted bare limbs to the sky and the clouds bespoke more snow. Jesse’s coat collar stood up around his cheeks, meeting his hat brim at the nape. His gloves creaked on the reins as he slapped them against the horses’ rumps.

Karen wrinkled her nose at the familiar tang in the air. Black clouds billowed from the smelter smokestacks night and day. The streets teemed with men of varied nationalities, all drawn to this cleft in the high Rockies by the lure of silver.

When the buggy passed the county registrar’s, her heart squeezed a little. She missed the bustle of the office, the desk she had called her own, the neat columns and ledgers. Her boss had relied on her to know where every piece of paper in the office could be located. She had enjoyed the work, but she’d given it up for a very good reason.

Though that reason had failed to meet her train.

Her companion’s unusual silence forced the questions out of her. “What’s wrong, Jesse? Why didn’t David come? Is it something at the mine? Have you found a new ore deposit?” If another rich stope had been located, David, as the mine engineer, would have to be on hand.

Jesse shifted on the seat and urged the horses on, though they were already trotting briskly. Bits of slush and dirt flipped backward, spattering the lap robe. “Sure is getting cold out.”

Fingers of dread formed a fist in her middle. She clasped her hand over one of his. “Please, just tell me what you’re trying so hard not to say.”

“I knew I should have sent someone else to pick you up.” He scowled as he muttered. “Or brought Matilda along.”

Karen gripped his hand tighter. “Please.”

“There was an accident—” His shoulders hunched, and he shook the lines again. “Get up there.” His words came out in a frosty plume. “At the mine.”

Her chest turned frosty, too. An accident. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was slag-heap dry. “Was anyone hurt? Is that where David is? Helping with the rescue and clearing up?”

“The rescuing’s been done, and the clearing up, too, mostly.”

“Then, what? Jesse, you’re scaring me.”

He hesitated, dropping his gaze to his hands. “Karen, I hate to be the one to tell you…. David was hurt. He’s—”

“Is he alive?” Air crowded into the tops of her lungs, and she couldn’t draw a deep breath.

“He’s alive.” Jesse cleared his throat. “But he’s blind.”

Icy shock gripped the back of her neck. She shook her head, and blackness crept in around the edges of her vision. Gradually the mists in her head cleared. “What happened?”

“There was a cave-in the week after you left for your aunt’s. We had just deepened the shaft and started putting in the bracings and square sets when the whole support system gave way. We lost eight men, and another five, including David, were injured. David broke an arm and got hit on the head by a beam. He was senseless for three days. When he came to, he couldn’t see a thing. Sam was the one who pulled him from the wreckage. A terrible thing for one brother to have to do for another. Doc says the damage is permanent.”

Numbness settled on her, making her lips stiff and her limbs heavy. All the time she nursed her Aunt Hattie in Kansas City, David had been hurt, blinded. Her peeve at his lack of correspondence and his failure to meet her train melted away. What he must’ve suffered, and she hadn’t been there. “We should hurry home, then,” she said at last. “He’ll be worried if we don’t show up soon.”

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