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Book 3 of Yukon Quest historical fiction series set in Alaska in the late 1800s. Miranda Colton, presumed dead, finds herself under the care of a native Alaskan and a studious botanist from England, Teddy Davenport. Miranda only longs to find her friends and and continue north. She fears that her chances are diminishing with each passing day. Teddy is deeply committed to his research of the unique landscape of the rugged Alaskan frontier. But despite his intentions, Miranda's presence awakens a deep tenderness in his character. As a friendship with Teddy blossoms, Miranda struggles inwardly with her earlier dreams. Then the menacing force from the past threatens to destroy everything she holds dear....

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 février 2002
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781585588688
Langue	English

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Rivers of Gold
Copyright 2002
Tracie Peterson
Cover design by Jenny Parker
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, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 978-0-7642-2380-8
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Peterson, Tracie.
Rivers of gold / by Tracie Peterson.
p. cm. - (Yukon quest ; 3)
ISBN 0-7642-2380-1 (pbk.)
1. Survival after airplane accidents, shipwrecks, etc.-Fiction. 2. Women pioneers-Fiction. 3. Botanists-Fiction. 4. Alaska-Fiction I. Title.
PS3566.E7717 R58 2002
813 .54-dc21 2001005674
With special thanks to
Cheryl Thompson,
Administrative Assistant,
Dawson City Museum.
BOOKS by TRACIE PETERSON

www.traciepeterson.com
A Slender Thread I Can t Do It All!
What She Left for Me Where My Heart Belongs
A LASKAN Q UEST
Summer of the Midnight Sun
Under the Northern Lights Whispers of Winter
T HE B RIDES OF G ALLATIN C OUNTY
A Promise to Believe In
T HE B ROADMOOR L EGACY
A Daughter s Inheritance An Unexpected Love
B ELLS OF L OWELL
Daughter of the Loom A Fragile Design
These Tangled Threads
Bells of Lowell (3 in 1)
L IGHTS OF L OWELL
A Tapestry of Hope A Love Woven True
The Pattern of Her Heart
D ESERT R OSES
Shadows of the Canyon Across the Years
Beneath a Harvest Sky
H EIRS OF M ONTANA
Land of My Heart The Coming Storm
To Dream Anew The Hope Within
L ADIES OF L IBERTY
A Lady of High Regard A Lady of Hidden Intent
A Lady of Secret Devotion
W ESTWARD C HRONICLES
A Shelter of Hope Hidden in a Whisper
A Veiled Reflection
Y UKON Q UEST
Treasures of the North Ashes and Ice
Rivers of Gold
with Judith Miller with Allison Bottke and Dianne O Brian
TRACIE PETERSON is a popular speaker and bestselling author who has written over fifty books, both historical and contemporary fiction. Tracie and her family make their home in Montana.
Visit Tracie s Web site at: www.traciepeterson.com .
Contents
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
PART TWO
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
PART THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Part One
OCTOBER 1898
It is of the Lord s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
L AMENTATIONS 3:22
-[CHAPTER ONE]-
MIRANDA COLTON floated in a sea of warmth, the sensation unlike any she had ever known. Maybe I ve died , she thought. Maybe I ve died and this is heaven . She attempted to open her eyes to confirm her thoughts, but her eyelids were too heavy.
Drifting in and out of a hazy sleep, Miranda knew nothing but the comfort and assurance that all was well. There was no sense of panic. No fear of the unknown. Her spirit rested in complete peace.
In her dreams, she saw herself as a young child, happily playing in fields of flowers, the mist of the ocean upon her skin, the salty taste upon her lips. She lifted her face to the sun and felt the delicious warmth engulf her. She would like to stay here forever. Safe and warm. Happily contented among the green grasses and colorful flowers. At times, a delicate aroma wafted through the air, delighting her further with the luscious scent of roses, honeysuckle, and lilacs.
Then voices called to her. Miranda didn t recognize the language, but somehow she knew the words were being spoken to her. She struggled to listen-to understand. With great difficulty she opened her eyes and stared into the brown, well-worn face of an old woman.
Miranda felt no sense of recollection at the sight of the serious countenance before her. The woman was clearly a stranger, yet she seemed so concerned, so gentle. A momentary tremble of fear seized Miranda s heart, but the woman s tender touch made her realize the old woman was no threat to her well-being.
You wake up now, the woman said in a thick, almost guttural tongue.
Miranda opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. Her mouth felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. Closing her eyes, she heard the woman call to her again.
No sleep. You make too much sleep.
You wake up now. The command did little good. Miranda had no energy for the task.
She felt the woman swab her face with a cool cloth. The woman gently urged, You wake up. You no die.
Die? Miranda wondered at the word as she listened to the woman chatter on. Wasn t she already dead? She couldn t remember what had happened to her, but she was certain that it had been a very difficult journey. It didn t startle her to think of dying or even of being dead. She merely wondered why she couldn t wake up. Weren t you supposed to see pearly gates and hosts of angels after death? Nowhere in her church upbringing could she remember anything about brown-faced women escorting a person to their reward.
The woman forced water into Miranda s mouth. The cold liquid felt marvelous as it trickled down her throat, dissolving the cotton taste. How very pleasant , Miranda thought.
How is she? a masculine voice questioned in a decidedly English accent.
Miranda started to open her eyes, certain that she was about to meet God. Funny, she had never thought of him as an Englishman. She hesitated a moment. Didn t the Bible say that you would die if you saw God s face?
Then it came to her. If this is God, then I m already dead and it won t matter . She opened her eyes, prepared to meet her maker. Instead, she met the compassionate gaze of dark brown eyes. The man had a gentleness about him as he leaned over her to touch her forehead.
I say, seems the fever is gone. You ll soon be right as rain. His dark brown mustache twitched ever so slightly as he offered her a smile.
What? Miranda barely croaked the word out.
The man patted her on the head as if she were a small child. Nellie will fix you right up. You ll see. She s quite gifted in the ways of healing.
Miranda wanted to question the man but had no energy to do so. She watched in silence as he turned to the woman. His alabaster skin was quite the contrast to the older woman s native complexion. His dark hair had a haphazard lay to it. Perhaps he had just awakened, or perhaps he wasn t given to worrying over appearances.
I ve prepared the herbs you asked for, Nellie. That should help considerably. Shall I put a pot of water on to boil?
The old woman nodded and followed the man. Miranda wanted to call out to them and beg them not to leave her, but again her voice failed her. She tried to remember what had happened to her. How did I get here? But even as she worked at the foggy memories, Miranda knew only one thing for certain. This wasn t heaven-she wasn t dead.
Thomas Edward Davenport, Teddy to his friends, turned from the ancient Indian woman and went back to his worktable. He had hoped to have a better showing for a summer s worth of work, but after categorizing the plants and herbs he d gathered, Teddy was rather disappointed. He would spend the winter recording and cataloging his finds for the botanical research book he intended to produce. This was his life s work-work that had brought him to the vast regions of the Canadian provinces. Leaving his beloved England behind had been a difficult task, but after the death of his mother, Teddy had no real reason to remain. His father had died years before, succumbing to a terrible round of influenza. And while English soil might hold the bodies of his dearly departed parents, Teddy knew their souls were safely in heaven with God.
He glanced across the cabin room and watched Nellie spooning tea into the young woman s mouth. Teddy couldn t help but wonder about the woman. Local natives had brought the half-drowned creature to his door, knowing Nellie had a gift for healing. Teddy could hardly turn the unconscious woman away, but the interruption was most unwelcome. He had no time for diversions. His work would suffer-had already suffered-because of this stranger s arrival.
Teddy toyed with a bit of dried alpine geranium. Who is she? he wondered. No doubt she was one of the thousands who had come north with their hearts set on gold. So many parties had been lost upon the wild and reckless waters of the Yukon. The shores along the lakes and rivers were littered with the sad reminders of the invasion from the south. Teddy wished with all his heart that the strangers would all return to wherever they had come from. In the five years he d been at work in the Yukon, he d known a tranquil and graceful land. That tranquility, however, was greatly diminished in the wake of the Klondike gold rush.
She sleep again, but not so long, I think, Nellie said, coming to the table where Teddy worked only halfheartedly. I think she much better.
Teddy nodded. Yes, I believe you are right.
I make you supper, Nellie said and walked back to the stove without another word.
Teddy required the old woman s presence, because without her he simply lost track of time and forgot to eat or sometimes to sleep. His work consumed him. It was a thing of great interest and passion, but it was also a challenge that he could not seem to shake. His father had always loved plant life and his desire to