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Will their faith prove to be stronger than their fear? Sensible and independent, Cassie Barton never anticipated being on her own at thirty-two. But after the death of her father and the marriage of her sister, she's found joy in her work as a seamstress. When a minor accident leaves her unable to sew, she decides to use her time to compile a book of stories about the men working on the Santa Fe Railroad. But worry begins to grow in San Marcial as Mexican revolutionaries set out to destroy the railroad--and put many lives in danger.With Europe at war and his longtime friend Cassie injured, railroad worker Brandon DuBarko is burdened by his troubles. He promised Cassie's father he would watch over her, but as their comfortable friendship slowly transforms into something deeper, he feels trapped by a secret from his youth. When a vengeful man reappears in Brandon's life, intent on causing conflict, Brandon must face his past before he can move forward.As the danger intensifies, Cassie and Brandon must rely on God to overcome the obstacles that stand in the way of a brighter future."The poignant rendering of transformation through faith will resonate with inspirational readers."--Publishers Weekly on Beyond the Desert Sands

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Historical romance

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	04 octobre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781493439119
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Books by Tracie Peterson
L O V E O N T H E S A N T A F E
Along the Rio Grande
Beyond the Desert Sands
Under the Starry Skies
L A D I E S O F T H E L A K E
Destined for You
Forever My Own
Waiting on Love
W I L L A M E T T E B R I D E S
Secrets of My Heart
The Way of Love
Forever by Your Side
T H E T R E A S U R E S O F N O M E *
Forever Hidden
Endless Mercy
Ever Constant
B R O O K S T O N E B R I D E S
When You Are Near
Wherever You Go
What Comes My Way
G O L D E N G A T E S E C R E T S
In Places Hidden
In Dreams Forgotten
In Times Gone By
H E A R T O F T H E F R O N T I E R
Treasured Grace
Beloved Hope
Cherished Mercy
T H E H E A R T O F A L A S K A *
In the Shadow of Denali
Out of the Ashes
Under the Midnight Sun
S A P P H I R E B R I D E S
A Treasure Concealed
A Beauty Refined
A Love Transformed
B R I D E S O F S E A T T L E
Steadfast Heart
Refining Fire
Love Everlasting
L O N E S T A R B R I D E S
A Sensible Arrangement
A Moment in Time
A Matter of Heart
L A N D O F S H I N I N G W A T E R
The Icecutter’s Daughter
The Quarryman’s Bride
The Miner’s Lady
L A N D O F T H E L O N E S T A R
Chasing the Sun
Touching the Sky
Taming the Wind

All Things Hidden*
Beyond the Silence*
House of Secrets
Serving Up Love**
*with Kimberley Woodhouse **with Karen Witemeyer, Regina Jennings, and Jen Turano For a complete list of Tracie’s books, visit traciepeterson.com .
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© 2022 by Peterson Ink, Inc.
Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Minneapolis, Minnesota 55438
www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of
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Ebook edition created 2022
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—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-3911-9
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
This is a work of historical reconstruction; the appearances of certain historical figures are therefore inevitable. All other characters, however, are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Cover design by LOOK Design Studio
Cover photography by Aimee Christenson
Baker Publishing Group publications use paper produced from sustainable forestry practices and post-consumer waste whenever possible.
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Tracie Peterson’s Next Historical Series
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S AN M ARCIAL , N EW M EXICO A UGUST 1916
H ello, Mama.” Cassie Barton sat down and smiled. “I couldn’t keep myself from coming today. I miss you so much.” She leaned forward and placed a small bouquet of flowers on her mother’s grave. She glanced to the left and sobered. “I miss you too, Papa.”
It had only been a few months since her father departed the earth, and she hadn’t quite gotten used to his absence, whereas Mama had been gone for seven years.
“It still feels like yesterday, though.” Cassie tried to keep tears from her eyes. How she missed them both. They had been the very center of her world.
“It’s going to be another hot day,” she said, not really caring. “Sometimes I wish I could be with you. Nothing is the same since you went away. I can’t help but think of you both all the time. When we sang ‘A Shelter in the Time of Storm’ at church, I remembered how it was one of your favorites, Mama. Especially the line, ‘The Lord’s our rock, in Him we hide, a shelter in the time of storm; secure whatever ill betide, a shelter in the time of storm.’
“I remember your strong alto voice.” Her smile returned. “And Papa, you would just mouth the words because you couldn’t carry a tune. It always made me giggle because everyone around us knew the truth, yet you sang on in silence.”
She arranged the flowers between the two graves and got to her feet. “I have so much to do, or I would just sit here with you all day.” She paused and glanced heavenward. “I know you’re not here, but it somehow comforts me to find you in different places. Every time I’m near a train engine, I think of you, Papa. And when I cook something, I can almost hear you instructing me as you used to do, Mama. You will both be with me always. No matter where I am, I will feel you near.”
She wiped tears from her eyes and drew in a deep breath. They were in a better place. But she was alone. Completely alone in this world, despite having a younger sister. A sister who wanted nothing to do with her.
Cassie headed down the hill from the cemetery and past the Mexican grocery store in the Old Town of San Marcial. Why was she still here? Why did she stay?
“God, help me, please. I don’t know where I belong.”

“Well, Miss Cassie, what’s it to be today?” Mr. Brewster asked from behind the mercantile counter.
“I need thread,” she said, looking at her list. “Four white, two black, and two navy.”
The older man gathered the items and placed them in front of her. “Anything else?”
“Have the scissors I ordered come in yet?” She looked up, hoping he’d reply in the affirmative.
“’Fraid not, Miss Cassie.” He shook his head. “Not sure why it’s taking so long.”
Cassie nodded. “I don’t suppose it can be helped.” She looked back at her list. “Oh, I need a package of needles—the regular sewing needles. I also need a good leather needle.”
Mr. Brewster quickly collected the items. “How about fabric?”
“Not today. Most of my work has been mending rather than making.” She glanced around the store. “I will need a few things for the kitchen, however.”
“Of course. What’d you have in mind?” They moved in unison toward the opposite side of the store, Mr. Brewster on his side of the counter and Cassie on hers.
“I’d like two cans of peaches, some baking powder, and some peppermint oil.” She tucked the list in her pocket.
“We got some new saltwater taffy in just yesterday. Came all the way from San Francisco.” He grinned, reached for a piece, and handed it to Cassie. “Here, try a sample.” He knew all about her sweet tooth.
“If you insist.” She unwrapped the wax paper and popped the taffy in her mouth. Immediately, she tasted cherry. “Mmm.” It was all she could manage to say, as the taffy seemed to grow larger as she chewed. It was quite delicious.
“It’s not too expensive either. Would you like me to put together a bag for you? There’s a choice of cherry, lemon, peppermint, and licorice.”
She swallowed the taffy. “Licorice? Truly? How odd to make licorice taffy when there are sticks of licorice to be had.”
“I suppose enough folks must like the flavor.”
She nodded. “Well, give me a small bag of the cherry and lemon.”
Mr. Brewster seemed almost gleeful at her decision. “I told myself when it arrived that you’d probably be the first one to buy some, and now here you are.”
“Yes, well, I should probably curtail my spending and get home to my work. I have plenty of sewing that needs my attention.”
“But it’s past work hours, Miss Cassie. You shouldn’t work so hard. I know what with your pa gone you have an extra burden to see to yourself, but you know folks in this town care about you. You need never go hungry. Besides, you ought to be going out with some handsome fella. You need a husband, Miss Cassie.”
People were always trying to get her hitched to someone, especially now that her father was gone. “Thank you, Mr. Brewster. I appreciate your kind words. I’m doing just fine, however. I like staying busy. I don’t miss Papa quite as much that way.” She paused for a moment, hesitant to continue. “As for a husband . . . well, I’m not sure God has that in mind for me. But if He does, I’m sure He’ll send the right fella my way.”
“Of course. Still, there are a lot of Santa Fe fellas here in town who are reliable and single. I’m thinkin’ God might surely have one picked out for you.”
Cassie let the matter drop. She pushed back an errant strand of blond hair and waited for the older man to figure out what she owed.
Mr. Brewster finished gathering her things and made a tally on his receipt book. “I’ll just put this on your account.”
“That’s fine. I’ll settle up with you next week.” She started putting her purchases in her basket. “By the way, how’s Lydia doing? I saw she wasn’t in church last week and heard she had taken a summer cold.”
“She did, but she’s doing better. You know how it goes with a cold. A good seven days, and you’ll generally feel like a new man—or in her case, woman. I reckon by Sunday she’ll be back in church, playing the organ and singing at the top of her lungs.”
Cassie chuckled. “Your wife has a beautiful voice, and I’m not the only one who missed it last week. Tell her I’m praying for her full recovery.”
He nodded. “I will, Miss Cassie. I will.”
Heading for the door with her new purchases, Cassie had to quickly step aside when two young boys burst through the open door. They paused momentarily at the sight of her.
“Hi, Miss Cassie,” the first one said. The second quickly joined in. They tipped their caps at her, then sailed on by. “Mr. Brewster! Mr. Brewster!” they yelled in unison.
“Let me guess. You’re here about the new baseball cards I got in,” the man said. The boys gave enthusiastic nods.
Cassie smiled. They were so excited. She stepped out of the store and started down the boardwalk.
“Hey, Miss Cassie,” another little boy called, jumping up from the sandy dirt road onto the boardwalk.
“Hello, Emmett. How was school today