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Will the Wounded Soldier She Rescues From Certain Death be Able to Break Down the Walls of Bitterness That Surround Her Heart?Seeking to fulfill the promise she made to her dying father, eighteen-year-old Jesselynn Highwood determines to take her little brother and the family's remaining Thoroughbreds from Twin Oaks plantation in Kentucky to her uncle's farm in Missouri, where they will be safe for the remainder of the Civil War.Jesselynn is also fleeing a cruel man in Confederate uniform who has pledged to take revenge against her for refusing his hand in marriage. No longer safe at Twin Oaks, she embarks on a perilous journey, taking on the momentous responsibility for the lives and welfare of all who go with her. They ride at night and hide during the day, dodging both Confederate and Union troops along the way. Encountering hunger, sickness, and the devastation of war, they finally arrive in Missouri only to discover that the situation there puts them in even greater danger. Discouraged, disillusioned, and facing a severe testing of her faith, Jesselynn will stop at nothing to save her family, the horses, and whatever remains of Twin Oaks.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 avril 2000
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781585589937
Langue	English

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Daughter of Twin Oaks
Books by
Lauraine Snelling

Golden Filly Collection One
Golden Filly Collection Two
High Hurdles Collection One
High Hurdles Collection Two
A Secret Refuge (3 in 1)
D AKOTAH T REASURES
Ruby Pearl
Opal Amethyst
D AUGHTERS OF B LESSING
A Promise for Ellie Sophie s Dilemma
A Touch of Grace Rebecca s Reward
H OME TO B LESSING
A Measure of Mercy No Distance Too Far
A Heart for Home
R ED R IVER OF THE N ORTH
An Untamed Land A New Day Rising
A Land to Call Home The Reaper s Song
Tender Mercies Blessing in Disguise
R ETURN TO R ED R IVER
A Dream to Follow Believing the Dream
More Than a Dream

5 books in each volume
DAUGHTER OF TWIN OAKS
A SECRET REFUGE, BOOK 1
Lauraine Snelling
Daughter of Twin Oaks
Copyright 2000
Lauraine Snelling
Cover by Dan Thornberg
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
Minneapolis, Minnesota 55438
Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 978-1-55661-839-0

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Snelling, Lauraine.
Daughter of Twin Oaks / by Lauraine Snelling.
p. cm.-(A secret refuge; 1)
ISBN 1-55661-839-5
1. United States-History-Civil War, 1861-1865-Fiction. I. Title.
PS3569.N39 D38 2000
813 .54-dc21 00-008414
To the Brown Family and all the others at Family Circle. Y all made our visit the highlight of the trip, and your help on things southern will carry on. Thank you for the hugs and joy-filled love. Donny, Jenny, Sarah, Jonathan, Rebekah, and Suzanne, you make our lives richer, and we thank you for that.
Contents
Acknowledgments
Prologue
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
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
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
LAURAINE SNELLING is an award-winning author of over 60 books, fiction and nonfiction for adults and young adults. Her books have sold over two million copies. Besides writing books and articles, she teaches at writers conferences across the country. She and her husband, Wayne, have two grown sons, a bassett named Chewy, and a cockatiel watch bird named Bidley. They make their home in California.
Acknowledgments
My thanks goes to the Historical Societies of Wyoming, Kansas, Missouri, and Kentucky. People there know how to research and taught me much. So many compilations of diaries, letters, and other books helped me research both the era and the area. My special thanks to Tom at Joseph Beth bookstore in Lexington and to Bryan S. Bush, who wrote The Civil War Battles of the Western Front and let me run my plot line by him at the Old Bardstown Civil War Museum and Village, where he is assistant curator. The folks at Fort Laramie, Fort Kearney on the Platte River, the Oregon Trail Museum in Independence, and the Wilson Creek Battlefield in Missouri all provided more blocks to add to my building novel.
I am blessed to have some of the best editors and readers who keep my time lines clear and my facts straight. Sharon Asmus and Helen Motter are two of God s gifts to my writing, along with all the others at Bethany House who work so hard to publish these books.
Husband Wayne says he never knew he wanted to know so much about the Civil War, but with each book I ve written, he has contributed more and more in the research and development of the stories. Thank God for someone who remembers where places are on the map and where he read whatever it is I need at the moment and loves to travel the backroads to find all the sites mentioned in our research.
Thanks to all my readers who let me know how much they enjoy my books. Without readers I couldn t do what I love-write stories. I d hate to have to go flip hamburgers at McDonald s. What a mighty God we serve.
Hugs and blessings,
Lauraine.
Prologue
Midway, kentucky
Spring 1860
Jesselynn, what you doin wit dem britches on?
Jesselynn Highwood scrunched her eyes closed as if by not seeing Lucinda s scowl, Lucinda couldn t see her.
You heard me, chile. Lucinda moved silently in spite of her bulk, a habit acquired during years of slave training. What yo mama gonna say?
What Mama doesn t know won t hurt her. Jesselynn spun away from the restraining hand on her arm. You don t have to tell her every little thing, you know. And besides, I m not a chile any longer . Sometimes Jesselynn thought she should have accepted one of those suitors who d come callin on her daddy, just to get out from under both Mama s and Lucinda s thumbs. Jesselynn squared her shoulders. If you must know, I m goin down to the stables to ride Ahab for his morning works.
Young ladies don ride stallions, young ladies don wear britches, and Lucinda drew herself up to her full imposing height by sucking in a lungful of air. Young ladies don disobey dey mama. She let a silence lengthen for effect. Sides, what happen to that lazy pup Abe? Dem horses him responsibility for running round de track.
His arm still isn t strong enough from when he broke it. You know that.
Lucinda s harrumph said she might know it but in no way agreed.
Jesselynn continued, ignoring her mammy s mutterings and knowing she could be accused of impudence. Lucinda could be as stubborn as one of those old field mules at times.
Zachary s at school, Adam is too heavy, and we all know I can get more out of those horses than anyone else. Jesselynn sneaked a peek from under the tan porkpie hat she wore pulled down over her brow. Lucinda hadn t budged. The frown on her shiny black brow looked deep enough to plant tobacco in.
Dey s other boys down in de quarters a wantin to ride. Now you just get yo self back up dem stairs and change yo clothes before yo mama come down dem stairs. State she in, you want her to feel worse? She pointed back up the carved walnut staircase with one hand and reached to turn Jesselynn by the shoulder with the other. Miriam Highwood, coming close to term, spent much of her days lying down either in bed or on the lounge in the parlor. Feeling so ill with this baby forced her to depend more on others, her eldest daughter especially.
Jesselynn glared at the old woman with all her sixteen years of practice but turned and made her way to the first landing, her back straight. She refused to allow herself to stomp on each tread as she wanted to. She had outgrown that at least. You should have known better than to come down the front stairs , she scolded herself. Out the window by way of the live oak tree would have been better. Joseph needed her down at the stables. She d have to talk to her father about this again. He had said she could ride. But she had to be honest. He hadn t said she could ride Ahab-in britches.
Even he had bowed to her mother s edict that Jesselynn was no longer a child, that she was close to marrying age, and it was long past time for her to learn to act like a lady.
Piffle. Jesselynn knew that if she didn t get down to the barns quickly, the entire day s routine would be in an uproar. What was all the ballyhoo about women wearing pants after all? It certainly made more sense than those bulky skirts and hoops and petticoats-and confining corsets. After all, she had nothing that needed squeezing in or pushing up. Because she was tall and wore britches and a hat that hid her sun-kissed hair, she d been taken for a boy more than once. She peeked down over the banister. Lucinda hadn t moved from her guard at the newel-post, and the glare she sent upward made Jesselynn continue on to her room. She plopped down on the edge of the bed. Outside she could hear the robin s morning song, echoed by the cardinal s. Everyone, or rather, everything was outside but her.
She crossed to the window and pushed aside the lacy curtains. No one was in sight. Lucinda had stayed at her post, or at least was still in the house. Jesselynn pushed the window higher and bent to crawl out, reaching with one leg for the thick branch she d used as an escape hatch for years. She found her footing from long practice, hand over hand guided herself down the tree, and dropped from the last branch to the thick lawn.
Young ladies shouldn t have to go out their windows and down the tree, either . She threw the thought over her shoulder as she trotted down the dirt road to the stables. One of these days I ll have a plantation of my own to manage, and then we ll see who rides what . After all, that s what all well-bred southern gentlewomen did, marry and manage their husband s house as well as a good part of the plantation. She knew there had been two young men asking her father s permission to court her. But when her father asked her about them, she d shrugged and shaken her head. They were just boys, after all. He hadn t insisted.
Piffle. I d rather ride than be married any day. Ignoring the thrust of guilt that reminded her she should be at her mother s side for the day s instructions, she trotted past the slave quarters, a row of small houses with gardens in back. She knew her father provided better houses for the slaves than most of the