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Romantic Adventure from Tracie Peterson! When Laura Marquardt first meets Brandon Reid, their encounter is anything but pleasant. But when the two are seated together at a dinner party, they soon find that they share similar interests--Laura desires to educate blacks, and Brandon, as a white officer over colored troops, eagerly supports her cause.When Laura's sister, Carissa, marries her Confederate beau, Laura finds herself in a difficult situation when she overhears plots to kill Union soldiers. Though in her heart she feels she should share this information with Brandon, Laura fears she will betray her sister's trust and possibly endanger her sister's life. And when Brandon's motives for pursuing her come into question, her heart is even more conflicted. Where is God leading her?

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 juin 2012
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441270993
Langue	English

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© 2012 by Tracie Peterson
Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
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Ebook edition created 2012
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ISBN 978-1-4412-7099-3
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
The internet addresses, email addresses, and phone numbers in this book are accurate at the time of publication. They are provided as a resource. Baker Publishing Group does not endorse them or vouch for their content or permanence.
Cover design by Jennifer Parker
Cover photography by Mike Habermann Photography, LLC
To Dr. Josh Knappenberger,
an awesome doctor and friend!
May God guide your work.
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
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About the Author
Books by Tracie Peterson
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1
Late June 1865 Corpus Christi, Texas
T hick clouds hung low on the horizon. Laura Marquardt studied the sky for a moment, hoping she still had time to make it home before the heavens opened and rain descended. If Mother hadn’t been desperate for her nerve tonic, Laura never would have ventured out on such a day. She certainly wouldn’t have traveled alone. A flash of lightning far out over the Gulf of Mexico caused her to pick up her steps.
So much had changed in Corpus Christi. The town had once bustled with thousands of people, but the war had reduced that number to no more than four hundred or so. With the War Between the States finally coming to an end, however, the city was once again adding to its number with a great many Union troops most of them former slaves. Blue was the color of the day thanks to the army’s occupation. Unfortunately, many a heart was still gray, and most Southerners weren’t of a mind to be ordered about by black troops.
“Well, if it ain’t Miss Laura Marquardt! Where you runnin’ off to in such a hurry?”
She stopped in her steps, then turned to see two men walking toward her. Their raggedy appearance served as a reminder of the South’s defeat: dirty shirts covered by equally filthy coats, and worn trousers with holes here and there. There was something familiar and yet menacing about the men. Laura slipped the ties of her reticule over her gloved wrist, feeling the weight of the bottled medicine that she’d put inside.
“See, I told you it were her,” the taller of the two men said.
Recognition dawned, and Laura realized who the men were. “Mr. Edwards. Mr. Riley.” She gave a curt nod. The men approached her with a familiarity that made Laura feel uncomfortable.
“My, my, my. You’ve grown up to be quite the little belle,” Edwards declared. He rubbed his tobacco-stained mustache and grinned. “Ain’t seen you since before the war when we worked for your papa.”
Riley, a dark-eyed man not much taller than herself, nodded. “I’ll bet the men are just vyin’ for your attention.”
Edwards leaned in closer. “If I weren’t married, I’d ask for your hand. A fella could have a lot of fun with a little gal like you. Why, I’ll bet you can dance a pretty jig.”
Laura frowned. She would turn twenty-two in August, and still that made Edwards at least twice her age. Besides, such conversation was completely uncalled for and inappropriate given their stations in life. These men had once worked for her father. Not only that, but she knew they had fought on the side of the Confederacy. Mr. Riley apparently recognized her discomfort and snorted a laugh.
“Maybe she reckons that since her people are Yankee supporters, she can’t be speakin’ to the likes of us Southerners anymore.”
“I think nothing of the kind, Mr. Riley.” She looked hard at the men. “Our family has remained friends with supporters of both sides of that horrible war.”
“There ain’t such a thing as a friendly Yank.”
Laura had endured more than enough of the men, and with the first well-timed drops of rain starting to fall, she opened her parasol. It wouldn’t afford much protection, but she hoped the action would speak for itself. “I believe it’s starting to rain. Good day to you both.”
She didn’t wait for their reply but instead turned to resume walking. Without warning, however, one of the men took hold of her arm and pulled her into an alleyway. She dropped her hold on her parasol as Edwards slammed her against the back of the building. The hooping in her petticoat pushed forward, but the man didn’t care. He pressed into the thick folds of her skirt and held her in place. Leaning forward, with his index finger pointed inches from her face, Edwards leered.
“You need to tell your pa that we don’t cotton to his kind down here. He should’ve taken his place with the Confederacy or gone north. Now he’ll pay for bein’ a traitor.”
Her heart raced. “My father is a good man who believed in the solidarity of the Union,” Laura countered. “He wasn’t against the South; rather, he wanted unity among the states.”
“He chose his side, same as the rest of us,” Mr. Riley said, moving closer. “He figured there was more to profit with the Union that’s all.”
“That’s a lie,” Laura proclaimed. She tried to move, but Edwards pushed her back again.
“Maybe your pa needs a different kind of lesson. Maybe he won’t listen to a simple message.”
Laura began to tremble. She could smell whiskey on the man’s breath as he leaned in closer.
“Maybe you uppity Yankee girls need an old-fashioned lesson in manners.”
“I was thinking the same of you, Mr. Edwards. There was a time when you conducted yourself in a gentlemanly manner. I see that day is gone.”
“The war changes things,” he said, leaning forward as if to kiss her.
Laura turned her head to the right only to have the man take hold of her face and forcibly pull it back. Laura squirmed uncomfortably, wondering if she should scream for help. She didn’t have to wonder long, however. Two men from the Twenty-eighth Regimented Infantry called out.
“What’s goin’ on here?” one of the men asked as they approached.
Edwards released her with a scowl. Laura knew the only people hated more than Union supporters were the Yankee Colored Troops. Those who fought for the South found it an insult to be subjected to their authority.
“You boys need to mind your own business,” Riley said. “Ain’t no war goin’ on now . . . or ain’t y’all heard?”
Edwards laughed. “I’m sure there’s a field of cotton just waitin’ to be picked.”
Laura fought to control her fears as one of the soldiers stepped closer. “We have orders to follow,” the soldier declared.
Edwards laughed at this. “You got that right, boy. Your people ought to be followin’ orders, but they went and got uppity. Now they think they’re just as good as everybody else.”
The man ignored him and turned to Laura. “Are you all right, miss?”
She was surprised by his genteel speech. “I was on my way home,” Laura replied. “These men recognized me as a Union supporter and felt it necessary to express their distaste of such things.”
“Maybe you two could come along with us and explain to our commander.”
“Who’s gonna make us?” Edwards asked.
“It’d take a whole lot more than two of you colored boys to take me,” Riley said, striking a stance that suggested he was ready for a fight.
“Maybe you boys need a real man to teach you a thing or two,” Edwards added.
The soldiers said nothing, but something about their bearing changed. Laura sensed they were more than willing to take on the two older men. Apparently Riley realized the same thing.
“I think they’re itchin’ for a fight.” He grinned. “Well, so am I. I didn’t kill enough of you boys in the war. It’s mighty obligin’ of you to give me a second chance.”
Mr. Edwards started to take off his coat and one of the soldiers leveled his rifle.
This caused Riley to put out his hand to stop Edwards. “They ain’t worth the effort. They won’t fight like real men,” Riley said. He punched his friend on the shoulder. “Let’s get out of here.”
Mr. Edwards muttered a string of curses and insults on the men before spitting at them. “You darkies should learn your place, but I ain’t got the time to teach you.”
“You ain’t goin’ nowhere,” the armed man declared.
Laura was about to speak when Mr. Riley took hold of her and threw her toward the soldiers before he and Edwards took off down the alley.
“Halt!” one soldier called out as the other steadied Laura so she wouldn’t fall.
The men laughed and continued their escape with a glance over their shoulders. If anything, Laura thought they’d slowed their steps in a taunting manner.
“I said halt, or I’ll shoot.”
One of the soldiers aimed his rifle, but Laura hurried to push the gun down. “Please don’t. There’s been entirely too much bloodshed already.” Edwards and Riley took her actions as a cue to run.
Laura continued to try to reason with the men. “Please don’t go after them. They aren’t very honorable men and may be planning an ambush down the way.” She patted the arm of the soldier. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to the two of you on my account.”
“What’s going on here?”
Laura and the two soldiers looked to find a Union captain approaching. The man was rugged in his appearance and his broad shoulders bulged under his coat, but it was his striking blue eyes that held Laura’s attention.
“The lady was bein’ detained,” one of the soldiers began, but the captain raised his hand.
“Say no more. I’ll deal with this. You two go on about your patrol.”
“Yes, sir,” the men said in unison. The soldiers nod