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Following the success of her recent stand-alone novel, White Chocolate Moments, bestselling author Lori Wick returns to delight readers with a new series set in the vast open places of Montana.Token Creek, Montana Territory, 1880Cassidy Norton is a fine seamstress who makes her living sewing for others. Amid the bustle of a busy frontier town, her life is rich. What time her business doesn't take, her friends and church family fill. But Cassidy hasn't always lived in Token Creek, and few people know her full story. So she struggles with a nagging unsettledness in her heart.Cassidy's friend Meg is married to a rancher and has a baby, something Cassidy wants for herself. But that would mean revealing the details of her life. Will Cassidy find the strength to take that risk?Book 1 in the Big Sky Dreams series.

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Publié par	Harvest House Publishers, Inc.
Date de parution	01 juillet 2007
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780736933513
Langue	English

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About the Author
L ORI W ICK is a
multifaceted author of Christian fiction.
As comfortable writing period stories
as she is penning contemporary works,
Lori s books (6 million in print)
vary widely in location and time period.
Lori s faithful fans consistently put her series
and standalone works on the bestseller lists.
Lori and her husband, Bob,
live with their swifly growing family
in the Midwest.
All Scripture quotations are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
Cover photos Panoramic Images / Getty Images; Stuart McClymont / Stone / Getty Images; Jane Nelson / Photodisc Green / Getty Images
Cover by Dugan Design Group, Bloomington, Minnesota
CASSIDY
Copyright 2007 by Lori Wick Published by Harvest House Publishers Eugene, Oregon 97402
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Wick, Lori.
Cassidy / Lori Wick.
p. cm.
ISBN-13: 978-0-7369-1618-9
ISBN-10: 0-7369-1618-0
1. Women tailors-Fiction. I. Title.
PS3573.I237C37 2007
813 .54-dc22
2007009590
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
07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 / BP-SK / 12 11 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
For A.J. and Emily- How blessed we are to have you. I love you both.
Contents
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
EPILOGUE
READING GROUP QUESTIONS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To the special people who added to this book in so many ways
LaRae-What an amazing time we had with you on an amazing trip in an amazing state. As you said, it was like traveling with family, for you certainly are. Thank you so much, dear friend.
Helen Ann-"I don t want to go to bed; I want to be in bed." Thanks for a delightful quote. I love you, Mom.
Jack and Stella-It was wonderful to dine with you, Jack. You are a treasure. Thank you for the lovely hospitality, Stella. The story of the two of you and also of the moose are among my favorites.
Todd-Those reminders about gasping and yawning are amazing to my heart. Thanks for being someone who gasps at God s holiness and goodness.
Phil-Wonderful words on the life of Paul. Thanks for the encouragement to double our efforts. It gives us all hope.
Bob-Oh, the places we ve been. I didn t know what kind of ride it would be, but it s certainly been fun. I ll keep riding shotgun if you ll stay at the wheel. It doesn t matter where we go, as long as it s together.
CHAPTER ONE
Token Creek, Montana Territory June 1880
C ASSIDY N ORTON, THE PROPRIETRESS of Token Creek Apparel, adjusted the shoulder of the brightly patterned dress she d been working on and then stepped back a little.
How is that, Mrs. Potts? she asked the woman wearing the dress.
Mrs. Potts frowned into the full-length mirror and said, It s still crooked.
Cassidy could not see what the woman was talking about, but she stepped forward to make another adjustment. She pinned and shifted and stepped back again, her brows raised in question.
That s better, Mrs. Potts conceded. Cassidy smiled. She hadn t moved it much, but she had learned early on that pleasing the customer was paramount to her business.
How is the waist?
It s good, the woman said, but she was still frowning into the mirror. Her face cleared enough to ask, When will it be done?
In the morning.
Not today? she questioned, the frown returning.
I thought you needed it Friday, Cassidy reminded her.
I do. I just hoped to have it a few days early.
Wednesday morning is a few days early, Cassidy said sweetly.
Mrs. Potts actually smiled. It is, isn t it?
Cassidy laughed a little, and the other woman shook her head.
If all of your customers are like me, Cassie, I don t know how you keep from losing your mind.
I love my customers, Cassidy said sincerely, helping Mrs. Potts out of the dress. You included.
I m glad to hear it. God was smiling on Token Creek the day you came to town.
Cassidy thanked her with a laugh, made a few notes about some mending the woman wanted done, and then saw her out to the front of the shop. She wasted no time settling back at the sewing machine, finishing Mrs. Potts' dress in less than an hour. Cassidy was happy with the results and thought Mrs. Potts would be as well. She knew the other woman would return in the morning and pay in full. Mrs. Potts was one of her best customers.
That dress done, Cassidy was free to work on the other projects waiting for her attention.

Hi, Brad, Cassidy said, greeting Brad Holden, the tall cowboy who had just stepped into her shop an hour after lunch.
Hey, Cass, he said quietly, looking a little uncomfortable.
Something I can do for you?
Maybe, he said cryptically, his eyes shifting around the rather feminine establishment with its small covered chairs, lacy curtains, and bolts of fabric.
Cassidy smiled and waited. Brad s eyes roamed the room a bit and then met hers. His own smile broke out when he saw the amusement in Cassidy s eyes.
All right, he chuckled, his voice resigned. I knew I would catch it if I came in here.
Cassidy laughed but repeated her offer.
Yes, Brad said this time. I want something for Meg-something pretty and comfortable.
Is she already uncomfortable in that dress we remade? Cassidy asked, frowning a little. She had just helped her friend, who seemed to increase in size daily, open the waistline on one of her calico dresses.
No, I want something soft and lightweight that she can sleep in. She s not getting much rest right now.
I think I have just the thing, Cassidy offered, not mentioning that she slept in the same fabric she brought from the shelf to hold out for his inspection. You have your choice of colors.
Brad looked down at the sheer, lightweight fabrics in white, pale yellow, blue, and green. He fingered the very fine cotton, noting its near transparency. His gaze shifted to Cassidy s eyes.
Perfect? she asked.
Yes. Can you make something for her? I think you must know her size.
Certainly. If I have time, I ll bring it out tomorrow.
You can do it that fast?
Unless something unexpected comes up, it shouldn t be a problem. Do you want to surprise her?
Brad smiled before saying yes. Leave it in your buggy, and I ll find it.
Cassidy laughed a little. He looked a bit like a small, mischievous boy just then. Brad didn t linger. Cassidy walked him to the door and then stood on the boardwalk in front of her shop and watched him put his hat back on and head in the direction of his aunt s house.

Brad s long legs covered the distance to Jeanette Fulbright s house. Jeanette was his mother s sister and lived in one of Token Creek s finest homes. She was a widow with more energy than five women and one of the most generous people Brad knew.
Brad was in his aunt s yard when he realized his brother, Trace, was on the porch, meaning he d just finished his own errands. Trace waited to go in until Brad joined him. Brad was older by twenty-one months, but they were often mistaken for twins. They were both tall, lean cowboys with dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, and mischievous smiles. They owned the Holden Ranch, a good-sized spread outside of town.
You get done at the livery? Brad asked.
Yes. How s Cassie?
Fine.
What did you need? Trace asked.
Something for Meg. Brad frowned a little. She s not sleeping much.
Trace nodded, and the two men turned toward the door, not bothering to knock but slipping inside to greet Heather, one of the two women who worked for Jeanette.
Well, boys, Heather said, smiling, a vase of flowers in her hands, this is a nice surprise.
Hello, Heather, Trace greeted. Is our mother up?
She is. All settled on the porch. I ll tell your aunt you re here.
Brad thanked her and then followed his brother to the large sunporch, technically a small conservatory but now home to Brad and Trace s mother.
Nine years earlier, Theta Holden had been severally beaten by her husband. Normally Brad and Trace s father was not a drinker, but one Saturday night Wes Holden came home very drunk and attacked his wife. The boys were still in their teens and woke to find their mother barely alive and their father hung over. It was obvious what had happened, and they had rushed her to town for help, leaving their father to fend for himself.
It turned out to be the last day they saw him. By the time their mother had been seen to and made comfortable at her sister s, their father was gone from the ranch. Had she died, he would have been wanted for murder, but Theta clung to life for almost two weeks before seeming to make a full recovery, at least physically. What no one expected was the change in her mental state, the one that could be seen in her glazed-over eyes. Theta never soiled her clothing and would eat when fed, but Heather dressed her and saw to nearly every need. She didn t speak or show any interest in books or songs. Unless urged to do so, she never moved from her chair. Few could break through the stare that had become normal. Some days having her sons visit seemed to agitate her, and they could not stay. This morning, she was completely unaware of them, but the boys still sat down and spoke to her.
Meg was tired and decided not to come, but she ll probably see you next week, Brad told his mother, always talking as though she d been a part of their life when in fact he d met Meg after his mother s attack and she d not been at the wedding. Brad added, The baby is due i