Linda Ford (21 page)

Epilogue

O
ne month later Grace waited in the upstairs of Linette and Eddie’s house. She glanced at her silvery-gray dress. The silk fabric was so soft.

Linette turned from fixing Belle’s hair to study Grace. It had taken a while but all of them had grown used to using her real name—even herself. She no longer thought of herself as Red.

“The cut of your gown is perfect,” Linette said. “You look positively regal, especially with your curls piled on top of your head like that.”

Grace had wanted to pull it into a tight bun, but when Ward heard of her plans he’d begged her to show off her curls. “You are the most beautiful woman in the whole West and I like to admire you.” So she’d agreed. She turned to the mirror. It did look rather regal.

Belle’s reflection joined Grace’s. “Am I pretty, too?”

“You’re beautiful. But remember, I’m the bride so Ward is supposed to admire me.” She tickled her little sister, and they both giggled. Ward made no secret that he loved Belle as much as he would a child of his own.

Eddie came to the door. “Are you ready?”

Grace nodded. Today was the day she’d been waiting for ever since—well, truth be told, she’d waited for this kind of love all her adult life.

Belle went first, descending the stairs to the main room. Cassie and Linette followed, then Grace rested her hand on Eddie’s arm. “I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done.”

He’d sold Ward enough stock to start his ranch operations. He’d sent men to help construct a barn and add two rooms to the cabin and put up a second cabin. They’d finished the projects just in time.

Grace and Ward had spent many pleasant hours overseeing the construction and discussing plans.

“Shall we?” Eddie said, and together they went down the stairs.

Ward watched for her from the front of the room, his smile lighting a path to her heart. She saw no one else as Eddie led her to Ward’s side. He tucked her hand possessively to his side, then they turned to the visiting preacher to exchange vows.

Several minutes later the preacher said, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

And Ward kissed her for the first time as her husband. A kiss full of sweet promise.

Then they turned toward their guests. Ward’s mother and two brothers were the first people she greeted. “I’m so glad you got here in time for the wedding.” The trio had arrived a week ago.

Ward’s mother looked weary and worn but her eyes had the same bright blueness of Ward’s.

Thirteen-year-old Hank was shy and had a woundedness about him that Grace recognized. Time and love would heal those inner bruises. Eddie recognized it, too, and offered the boy a job at the ranch. Twenty-year-old Travers had been angry and standoffish to begin with, but he and Ward had spent time riding together, working together and putting finishing details on the second house. He’d accepted Ward’s offer of making him a partner in the ranch. Grace knew it would take time for the hurt to heal but the process had started.

The crowd enjoyed the huge feast that Cookie had prepared.

Finally Grace and Ward could leave the party. He helped her into the wagon and they drove away from Eden Valley Ranch.

He stopped at the door of their new home and swept her off her feet to cross the threshold. “Welcome home, Mrs. Walker.” He lowered her to the floor but kept her in his arms as he gave her another kiss.

“Mmm. Seems I’ve waited a long time for this day.”

“I know what you mean. It’s only been a month but all my life I’ve had a hole in my heart that only you can fill.”

He spoke so freely of his love that her heart constantly rejoiced.

“No regrets?” He spoke the words into her hair.

She wrapped her arms about his waist and squeezed him tight. “Not for one moment.”

Ward eased her back to study her face. She let all her love and joy shine from her eyes. “You don’t think Belle minded that we left her with Linette and Eddie, do you?”

Grace giggled. “She doesn’t mind. She sounded so grown-up when she said, ‘You two need time alone right after your wedding. A honeymoon.’”

Ward chuckled. “She was very pretty in her new dress.” His smile deepened. “But not half as beautiful as her big sister. It was the nicest wedding I’ve ever been to.”

Grace only smiled. She knew he’d been to very few and one was between his mother and stepfather. Not exactly a charming memory. “Linette was disappointed that we didn’t wait for the new church to be finished.” The foundations had been laid, the lumber brought in.

“It was nice of her to contact a preacher friend who was willing to come and perform the ceremony.”

“Now let’s enjoy our new home.”

Hand in hand, they walked into the new part of the cabin. Three bedrooms.

“Three?” she’d said when he told her his plans.

“One for us. One for Belle. And one for brothers for Belle.”

“No sisters?”

“They can share Belle’s room until we’re so crowded we have to build on again.” Across the yard, far enough away to provide privacy, was the cabin he’d built for his mother and brothers.

Inside, Grace glowed with joy and thought likely she glowed outside, too, she was so happy. “I am forever grateful for God’s grace that sees beyond my sin and offers forgiveness.”

“I have something else to show you.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her to the window over the table.

“I’m so glad you put the table here under the window so we can see the mountains every day. I will always remember you saying they made you remember how God’s love is round about those He loves.”

“I will always remember you declaring so fiercely that you were fine. I got a little weary of you insisting you were fine.”

She rubbed his cheek. “You threatened to carve the words into the log.”

“Look.” He drew her attention to a log by the table.

She gasped. “You didn’t?”

“Read the words.”

“‘Because of His grace.’”

“I thought of carving in the words ‘we’re fine,’ but I realize it is only because of God’s grace that I have my Grace whole and ready to love. I don’t want us to ever forget it.”

She pulled his head down and kissed him soundly, then nestled against his chest.

She laughed. He did, too, his voice reverberating in his chest.

Later, they stood before the cabin and watched the sun set over the Rocky Mountains. She stood with her back to his chest with his arms wrapped about her, feeling his warm breath on her cheek.

“I will never forget this, our wedding day,” she whispered, her heart too full to say more.

He nuzzled her neck. “You are my Grace, my love and my joy.” He turned her so he could kiss her.

Her heart overflowed. Ward was all she’d ever dreamed of...the dream she’d given up while in Thorton’s clutches. She would never stop thanking God for His abundant grace and for the love of a man like Ward. She thought of her parents and felt their approval.

Life filled with love was so good.

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Keep reading for an excerpt from
The Cowboy's Surprise Bride
by Linda Ford.

Dear Reader,

Bad things happen in life. It might be an accident that leaves someone with a permanent injury. It might be cruelty and abuse. Or it might be day after day of struggle that leaves us whimpering and defeated. Where is God in all this? And why are people allowed to be so evil? Worse, why are we so bad at times? In this story, I attempt to deal with how such an incident affects people. But this is a work of fiction and the answers are not complete. If you struggle with the feeling of being unworthy of God’s grace, I beseech you to find answers in His word and seek help from Godly people.

I’d love to hear how this story impacted your life. You can contact me through my website www.lindaford.org where you can also catch up on new books and bits and pieces of my life.

Questions for Discussion

1. Red made a choice that got her into this situation. Do you think she made that choice in good faith? Is there something she might have done differently?
   

2. What hold does Thorton have over Red? Could you suggest a way she might have escaped him sooner?
   

3. Do you admire her or criticize her for the life she lived and how she dealt with it?
   

4. What strengths do Ward and Red each bring to their relationship?
   

5. How do you feel Belle has been impacted by their time with Thorton? Has Red made it easier for her? How?
   

6. Eden Valley is a little community of its own. What does it offer to someone like Red?
   

7. Do you think Red—Grace—will find censure in the future? If so, how do you see her dealing with it?
   

8. What do you think happened to Ward’s family in the past that they didn’t contact him? Do you foresee problems with his family in the future? If so, what?
   

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Chapter One

Northwest Territories, Canada
October 1881

F
or the first time she was about to meet Eddie Gardiner. The man she intended to marry. The answer to her prayers.

Linette Edwards parted the curtains on the stagecoach—meant to keep out the dust and cold. The first few days of their trip, dust had filtered through them, and now cold with the bite of a wild beast filled every inch of the tiny coach. Four adults and a child huddled against the elements.

“You’re letting in the cold,” her traveling companion complained.

“I fear we are in for an early snowstorm,” one of the male passengers said.

Linette murmured an apology but she managed to see the rolling hills and the majestic mountains before she dropped the curtain back in place. Since they’d left Fort Benton, headed for the ranch lands of the Northwest Territories of Canada, she’d peered out as much as she could. The mountains, jagged and bold, grew larger and larger. A song filled her heart and soul each time she saw them. This was a new country. She could start over. Be a different person than she’d been forced to be in England. Here she would be allowed to prove she had value as a person. She ignored the ache at how her parents viewed her—as a commodity to be traded for business favors.

She shifted her thoughts to the letter of invitation hidden safely in the cavernous pocket of the coat she’d acquired in Fort Benton. She longed to pull it out and read it again though she had memorized every word.
Come before winter.

“I expect more than a shack,” her friend Margaret had fumed when she’d read an earlier letter from the same writer. “After all, he comes from a very respectable family.” With bitterness edging each word, Margaret read the letters describing the cabin Eddie assured her was only temporary quarters. “Temporary? I’m sure he doesn’t know the meaning of the word. A year and a half he’s been there and he still lives in this hovel.”

“It sounds like an adventure.” Linette could imagine a woman working side by side with her man, being a necessary asset to establishing a home in the new world. It sounded a lot more appealing to her than sitting and smiling vacantly as a female spectator. She’d been raised to be the lady of the manor but she wanted more. So much more.

Margaret had sniffed with such disdain that Linette giggled.

“I have made up my mind,” Margaret said. “I cannot marry him and join him in the wilds of the Canadian West. I expected far more when he asked for my hand before he left to start a Gardiner ranch out in that—” she fluttered her hand weakly “—in that savage land.” Her shudder was delicate and likely deliberate.

“Oh, Margaret, surely you don’t mean it.”

“Indeed I do. I’ve written this letter.”

Seated in the overstuffed parlor of Margaret’s family home in London, Linette had read each word kindly but firmly informing Eddie that Margaret had changed her mind and would not be joining him now or anytime in the future.
I expect it makes me sound small and selfish, but I can’t imagine living in a tiny house, nor being a woman of the West.

“But what about your feelings for him? His for you?”

Margaret had given her a smile smacking of pity. “I enjoyed his company. He was a suitable candidate for marriage. There are plenty other suitable men.”

How often she’d envied Margaret the opportunity to head to a new world with so much possibility simply for the eager taking of it. “But he’s counting on you. Why would you want to stay here when the whole world beckons?” Wouldn’t he be dreadfully hurt by Margaret’s rejection?

“You should marry him. You’re the one who thinks it would be a lark.” Margaret was clearly annoyed with Linette’s enthusiasm. “In fact, write him and I’ll enclose your letter with mine.”

“Write him? And say what?”

“That you’re willing to be his wife.”

“I don’t know him.” A trickle of something that felt suspiciously like excitement hurried up her limbs to her heart. But it couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible. “My father would never allow it.”

Margaret laughed. “I think the Gardiner name would make even your father consider it a good idea. And would it not provide an escape from the marriage your father has planned?”

Linette shuddered. “I will not marry that old—” Her father had chosen a man in his fifties with a jangling purse of money and a drooling leer. His look made Linette feel soiled. She would do anything to avoid such a fate. She’d been praying for a reprieve. Perhaps this was an answer to her heartfelt petition.

Yes, the Gardiners were an old family, well respected, with a great estate and vaults of money, as her father so often said with utmost reverence in his voice.

“Of course,” Margaret started, considering her with a mocking smile, “if you’re dreaming of love and romance—”

Linette jerked back. “All I’m thinking of is escape.” Love did not enter into a suitable marriage, which was fine with her. She fully intended to keep her feelings out of the picture. A trembling in the depths of her heart warned her that love would make her weak, vulnerable, ready to give up her personal goals. Not something she intended to let happen. She grabbed a piece of paper. “I’m going to do it. Anything is better than what my parents have in mind.” Being a rancher’s wife in the new world suited her fine. She was weary of the social restrictions her parents insisted on and not at all loath to living the kind of life she’d heard existed in the new world. There, women marched side by side with their men. They were even allowed to own land! Doubtlessly they’d be allowed to get their hands dirty and be involved.

Before she could change her mind, she’d penned a short letter.
A marriage of convenience if it suits you. Please reply to Margaret’s address.
She knew her father would read any letter that came to the house. Much better to know she had a positive answer from Mr. Gardiner before confronting her father. If she had to be part of a business deal, it would be on her terms. She’d say who and where.

She clasped her fingers on the answering letter that had carried two tickets—one for herself and one for a traveling companion. The missive was brief. Not much more than an invitation to come. Her heart had danced for joy. Margaret was right; her father had glowed at an invitation from a Gardiner.

The stagecoach swayed to a stop. “Hello, the house.” The driver’s call shivered up and down Linette’s spine. They’d arrived at Eden Valley Ranch.

It wasn’t as if Eddie were a
total
stranger. She’d read his letters to Margaret. He sounded like a strong man, an independent thinker. She had no trouble imagining herself sharing his life. Yet her insides clenched in trepidation.

She squeezed right back in protest. She would not let nerves weaken her resolve. She’d prayed for such an escape and God had generously provided.
Hitherto hath the Lord helped me.
Renewed faith filled her, driving away any doubts and fears.

One of the two men who also rode in the coach flicked aside a curtain. “Looks like a fine establishment.”

Linette parted the curtains again and peeked outside. The coach had drawn up before a log cabin with only a narrow door and small window in the wall facing them. This must be where the man lived. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and refused to think how small it looked. Hardly big enough for all of them. Never mind. Nothing could deter her now. She’d prayed her way from London, over the Atlantic Ocean, and across most of the North American continent. The rooms she’d had on the trip had left barely enough space for stretching. Although vastly different from the spacious home she’d grown up in, she’d gotten used to it readily enough. This cabin would be no different.

The door of the cabin opened and Linette took a deep breath. A man stepped forth, ducking as he crossed the threshold. This had to be Eddie Gardiner. She’d seen his likeness in pictures, but they failed to do the man justice. Despite the chill in the air, he hadn’t bothered to grab a coat or hat and in the bright sunshine his brown hair shone. He dressed like a range hand—dark denim trousers, a blue shirt that had faded almost colorless on the sleeves with dark remnants of the color in the seams, and a leather vest that looked worn and friendly.

Her heart jumped to her throat. She hadn’t expected to feel anything for him. Surely it was only excitement, combined with a touch of nerves. After all, despite the letters, he was a stranger. She wanted nothing more or less from him than a marriage of convenience.

His gaze sought the parted curtains and his dark eyes narrowed as he tried to make out the face in the dim interior.

She flicked the curtain closed and turned to her traveling companion. “You keep the child while I meet him.” The boy would remain a secret for now. Seeing her intention, one of the gentlemen stepped down and held out a hand to assist her. She murmured her thanks as Eddie strode forward.

He slid his gaze over her as if she were invisible and looked toward the stagecoach. “Is Margaret inside?”

Linette shook her head trying to make sense of his question. Surely he’d mistakenly spoken her name out of habit.

“Is she at Fort Benton? If so I’ll go for her immediately.” He glanced at the sky as if already trying to outrace the weather.

Her mouth felt like yesterday’s dust as she realized what he meant. “You’re expecting Margaret?” It took every ounce of her stubborn nature not to stammer.

“Any day. I sent tickets for her and a chaperone to come before winter.”

Come before winter.
She remembered the words well. They’d bubbled through her heart. But she thought they were meant for her. “Did you not get the letter?”

At that the driver jumped down. “’Spect any letters you’d be wanting are in here.” He waved a small bundle. “Seems you haven’t picked up your mail for some time, so I brought it.”

Cold trickled across Linette’s neck, dug bony fingers into her spine and sent a faint sense of nausea up her throat. She swallowed it back with determination. If he hadn’t received her letter, then the tickets he’d sent hadn’t been meant for her. He didn’t know she was coming. He wasn’t prepared to welcome her and accept her as a suitable helpmate on the frontier. Now what?

She stiffened her shoulders. She had not crossed an ocean and a vast continent to be turned back now. Her prayers for escape had been fervent. God held her in the palm of His hand now as He had on the journey. This was her answer. She nailed her fears to the thought. Besides, nothing had changed. Not really. Margaret still wasn’t coming and he still needed a wife. Didn’t he? She sought her memories but could not remember that he’d ever said so in clear, unmistakable terms. Had she read more into his missives than was meant?

Eddie took the bundle of mail and untied the strings. He flicked through the correspondence.

Recognizing Margaret’s handwriting, she touched the envelope. “That one.” Her own message lay inside, unseen by the man she thought had invited her to join him. She sucked moisture from the corners of her mouth and swallowed hard.

He slit the envelope and pulled out the pages in which she’d offered to take Margaret Sear’s place.
I look forward to being part of the new West.
He read her letter then Margaret’s, his fingers tightening on the paper as he understood the message. A flash of pain crossed his face before he covered it with a harsh expression.

Her heart twisted. He expected Margaret and instead got his hopes and dreams shattered. If only she’d known. But what could she do about it now? Except prove she was better suited to be a woman of the West.

Thankfully he did not read the letter aloud, which would have added to her growing embarrassment as the three men listened intently—one peering from the inside of the coach, one standing at its side where he remained after helping her alight, the other pretending to check on the horses though he made certain he could hear what was said. Even so, her face burned at their curiosity about an obvious misunderstanding of mammoth proportions.

Eddie jammed the pages back in the envelope. “This is unacceptable.”

Her muscles turned to warm butter. It took concentrated effort to hold herself upright, to keep her face rigid. She would not let him guess that the ground threatened to rise up and clout her in the face.

One hand clasping the mail bundle, he jammed his fists to his hips and turned to the driver. “You can return her to the fort.”

The man tipped his hat back on his head and shook his head. “Ain’t goin’ a mile more’n I have to. It’s about to snow.”

The wind bit at Linette’s cheeks but the cold encasing her heart was not from the wintery weather. She could not, would not, go back to London and her father’s plans.

The coach driver went on in his leisurely way of speaking. “I’m taking these two gentlemen to the OK Ranch then I’d hoped to make it back to Fort Benton where I intend to hole up for the winter. I don’t fancy being stuck in Edendale.” He made a rattling noise in the back of his throat. “But it looks like I’ll be stuck at the OK for the time being.”

Linette cared not whether the man was returning to the tiny cluster of huts bravely named Edendale or back to Fort Benton. She wasn’t going anywhere.

The gentleman who’d helped her down still stood at the steps, waiting and watching. “The girl is strong. Tough. Takes a special kind of lady to take care of travel arrangements and her traveling companions. Not a lot of young women are prepared and able to do that. You could do worse than have her at your side in this brave new frontier.”

Linette gave the man a fleeting smile of appreciation then turned back to Eddie.

Eddie met her gaze. He must have read her determination though she hoped he hadn’t seen her desperation. “We need to talk.” He grabbed her arm and marched her around the side of the house, out of sight and hopefully out of earshot of the others, where he released her to glare hotly at her.

She tipped her chin and met his gaze without flinching even though her insides had begun to tremble. Where would she go if he sent her away? Not back to the marriage her father had arranged. Perhaps money would convince him. “I have a dowry.”