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As the dim lights of the train station faded, Christine Bennett wondered if she would ever see home again. With the death of her grandfather, Christine experienced a deep loneliness she'd never felt before.The words of his will rang in her ears: "In the event of my granddaughter's death, everything will go to Vince Jeffers." Jeffers watched her with an evil look that made her shiver.Now, afraid of what might happen, she was obeying a note she had received saying she was in danger and must leave town immediately.After escaping to the community of Baxter, Christine begins to piece together a new life. The love she finds there, along with newfound faith, sustains her as she faces the threat of danger.

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Publié par	Harvest House Publishers
Date de parution	01 janvier 2005
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780736933650
Langue	English

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LORI WICK
A P LACE CALLED H OME

HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS EUGENE, OREGON
All Scripture quotations are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
Except for certain well-established place names, all names of persons and places mentioned in this novel are fictional.
Cover by Terry Dugan Design, Minneapolis, Minnesota
Cover images Brad Mitchell/Alamy Images; photolibrary/PictureQuest

About the Author
L ORI W ICK is one of the most versatile Christian fiction writers in the market today. Her works include pioneer fiction, a series set in Victorian England, and contemporary novels. Lori s books (more than 4 million copies in print) continue to delight readers and top the Christian bestselling fiction list. Lori and her husband, Bob, live in Wisconsin with the three coolest kids in the world.
A PLACE CALLED HOME
Copyright 1990 by Harvest House Publishers
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Wick, Lori.
A place called home / Lori Wick.
ISBN 0-7369-1533-8
I. Title.
PS3573.I237P57 1990
813 .54-dc20
89-24445 CIP
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, digital, photocopy, recording, or any other-except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher.
Printed in the United States of America
05 06 07 08 09 10 11 / BC-MS / 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
To Bob, my husband and best friend who never stopped believing I could do this.
CAMERON FAMILY TREE
Contents
Prologue
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
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Epilogue
Prologue

and to my coachman, Dobbins, I leave 300 dollars, the roan mare from the stables, and my black riding crop
The words became distant and far away to the black-garbed young woman, who sat as though she were made of stone. She sat in the large study that had been her grandfather s. This room had been his haven. It had been in this very room, on her grandfather s lap, that he had told her her parents were dead. They had drowned in a boating accident when she was six years old.
She used to love visiting her grandfather in this room. It was big and masculine, as he had been. Of course everything about Joshua Bennett had been big-his laughter, his temper, his love for life. She let her eyes wander around the room, whose walls were lined with books. She had learned to read and write in this room. Large, comfortable chairs were scattered about, and in the middle of it all was her grandfather s massive desk. The desk, the bookshelves, everything was walnut. The dark wood would have made it gloomy but for the two huge windows that sat behind the desk and overlooked the street. Her eyes went to the windows. It had begun to rain.
It was fitting that it should rain on the day of her grandfather s funeral and will-reading, since he never liked the rain. But her thoughts were brought abruptly back to the present at the mention of her name.
she will receive the house and stables along with the rest of my holdings. In the event of her death, the inheritance will go to my partner, Vince Jeffers.
Again the words of the lawyer faded from her ears. In the event of her death everything will go to Vince Jeffers. Something is terribly wrong! Grandpa would never have done this! She tried to slow her racing thoughts as she brought her eyes to the man sitting not ten feet from her. Vince was watching her with a look that made her stomach turn. His too-thin face held a self-satisfied smile, making his long nose and dark eyes appear evil. It came to her at that moment that this man might in fact want every dime of her grandfather s money.
She rose and went to her room on legs barely able to support her. Once in her room, she sank into a chair and sat looking out at the pouring rain. Again the lawyer s words returned to her: In the event of her death. My death? Grandpa would never write such a thing, since he was hardly leaving a fortune.
Her mind went back to her grandfather s study and the man who smiled so cynically at her. Fear welled up within her as she thought of her own death. With her grandfather gone, who would care? She didn t care about the money; all she wanted was her grandfather back. The tears she had held in until now streamed unchecked down her face. She had never felt so alone.
1

Mark Cameron paced the spacious entryway of his large, two-story house and looked at his watch for the fifth time. He walked to the foot of the stairs and called up, Sue, are you almost ready? We re going to be late.
I ll be right down, came the soft reply.
Mark resumed his pacing until the soft rustle of skirts sounded on the stairs. He turned just as his wife, Susanne, reached the bottom. His eyes lit with appreciation and he moved to take her hands in his. Is Emily all settled in for the night?
She answered as he helped her into her sweater, She s cuddled into Maggie s lap with her favorite book and a blanket.
And how is this little one down here? Mark s hand moved down to rest tenderly on his wife s swollen abdomen.
Susanne laughed softly and covered her husband s hand with her own. If he continues to move like he did today, he s going to make the next two months feel like a year.
Mark s thoughts went back nearly three years in time to the night Susanne had Emily. Mark was 25 and Susanne 23. He was a doctor and she a nurse, and both were experienced and confident. But their medical knowledge was little help that night with Susanne s long and hard labor. After Emily was born Susanne assured Mark it had been worth it all, and, looking at his beautiful baby daughter, he had to agree. Nevertheless, tonight his doubts began to surface and the concern he felt was evident in his voice. Sue, are you sure you re up to this? If you re too tired, Mac and Julia will understand.
Susanne opened her mouth to reply, but someone pounding on the door stopped the words in her throat. Mark swung the door open quickly to reveal one of the boys from town trying desperately to catch his breath. Mark listened patiently as the boy spoke. Each word came out with a gasp. Doc Cameron a boy in the alley by the livery stabbed please hurry.
Mark turned to grab the black medical bag that was always kept in the entryway. He bent to give Susanne a quick kiss before moving out the door to follow the already-running boy. He heard his wife call I ll pray! as he broke into a run, hoping to cover the two blocks before it was too late.
Susanne closed the door and leaned against it. She took a moment to pray for Mark, the boy, and God s guidance this night. Removing her sweater, she walked up the stairs to tell Maggie the change in plans. Emily was nearly asleep. Once back in the entryway, she walked through a door that sat off to the right. Lighting lamps along her way, she entered her husband s office. She had no guarantee he would be bringing a patient tonight, but either way he would see the welcoming lights. She made sure the office door leading to the street was unlocked. Settling down to wait, she realized she must send word to Julia about supper.
Less than 20 minutes had passed when Mark came through the door with a limp bundle in his arms. He spoke quietly as he laid his burden down. The cut isn t deep but he s lost quite a lot of blood. We need to get it stitched as quickly as possible.
Susanne picked up a cold, pale hand as her eyes moved over the boy. He was filthy from the top of his floppy hat to the boots on his feet (three sizes too large). His large pants and shirt were covered with a huge jacket, and the left shoulder of the shirt and jacket were stained with blood.
I ll get his clothes, Mark, while you wash up.
As Mark entered the small equipment room, Maggie came through the entryway door. The two women moved silently and in one accord. First came the jacket. Moving the boy as little as possible, they cut the shirt away. Maggie pressed a cloth to the cut as it began to bleed again. The boy seemed to be wearing some kind of tight undershirt that Susanne cut off. As it fell away the women stared at each other across the body. Susanne moved first and reached for the hat. It was pulled on tight and took a bit of gentle tugging to break free. Again the women exchanged a long glance, before Susanne turned on her heel and walked into the equipment room.
Mark had dried his hands and was reaching for the tray holding all he needed to stitch the cut. Susanne stopped in front of him. Is the boy ready for me? He was met with silence.
Alarmed that something had happened, he moved to step around her, but Susanne caught his hand. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as Susanne replied, Mark, your patient is not a boy-it s a young woman.
2

Mark Cameron s brothers Luke and Silas rode toward town. The warmth of the day, even at 7:00 a.m., told them August was going to be as hot as July. The men were headed to Mark and Susanne s. Luke was then to catch the 8:15 train for Chicago.
Things were still pretty quiet as they rode into town. They tied their horses in front of a large, white, two-story house that had served the town s medical needs for nearly 40 years. Joseph Cameron S