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A lady like you.
Thomas’s good opinion of her would quickly change if he knew the truth. As would the opinions of those in Treasure Creek who had befriended her in spite of her standoffish attitude. Tears clogged her throat. She wanted so much to draw close to them all, to be a true friend to them, but friendship meant questions and confidences that she dare not invite.
Guilt, sorrow and regret formed a heavy weight in her chest, pressed down on her already aching heart. She did not truly belong with these good people. Certainly not with a man of faith and integrity like Thomas. She could only live on the fringe of their friendship, returning what help and service to them she could in exchange. She blinked the film of moisture from her eyes and stole a sidelong look at Thomas from beneath her lowered lashes. Perhaps she could help him with his missionary work in some way. Perhaps that would help atone for her past.
ALASKAN BRIDES:
Women of the Gold Rush
find that love is the greatest treasure of all.
Gold Rush Baby—Dorothy Clark, June 2011
DOROTHY CLARK
Critically acclaimed, award-winning author Dorothy Clark lives in rural New York, in a home she designed and helped her husband build (she swings a mean hammer!) with the able assistance of their three children. When she is not writing, she and her husband enjoy traveling throughout the United States doing research and gaining inspiration for future books. Dorothy believes in God, love, family and happy endings, which explains why she feels so at home writing stories for Love Inspired Books. Dorothy enjoys hearing from her readers and may be contacted at [email protected].
Gold Rush Baby
Dorothy Clark
And Jesus looking upon them saith,
With men it is impossible, but not with God,
for with God all things are possible.
—Mark 10:27
This book is dedicated to editor Emily Rodmell,
who skillfully walked me through the process of
writing a book in a continuity series.
Thank you, Emily, for your patience and good humor
in answering my many questions. And to the other
authors of this Alaskan Brides continuity series,
Allie Pleiter and Linda Ford…what can I say?
You are both very talented and gracious ladies.
I count it an honor to have worked with you.
“Commit thy works unto the Lord,
and thy thoughts shall be established.”
Your word is truth. Thank You, Jesus.
To You be the glory.
Contents
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
Epilogue
Letter to Reader
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
Treasure Creek, Alaska, August, 1898
Her heart pounded. Her lungs strained for air. Viola Goddard ignored their screaming need, held the hem of her long skirt out of the way of her feet and ran on. Impervious to bumps and shouts, she dashed around and through the press of prospectors and townspeople on the board walkway, driven forward by the horror of the note crushed in her hand. The baby! Goldie’s father had trusted her to care for his baby and now— Please, God, let Goldie be all right! Please keep her safe until I— “Oh!”
She crashed into a solid, lean body, bounced off and staggered back, trying to get her balance. Strong hands clamped around her upper arms, steadied her. Viola wrenched her shoulders, pushed against a hard chest. “Let me go!”
“Steady, Miss Goddard.”
Miss Goddard? Who… She looked up. The handsome man staring down at her frowned, tightened his grip on her upper arms.
“Are you all right, Miss Goddard? You seem distressed.” His green eyes darkened. “Is it the baby? Has her health taken a turn for the worse?”
Goldie’s health? A memory flashed. Thomas Stone. Yes, that was his name. He was the missionary who had brought the injured stampeder into the clinic, when she took Goldie in to be examined.
“You’re trembling, Miss Goddard. Please, tell me what’s wrong. Perhaps I can help.”
The concern in his voice squeezed at her throat. “It’s Goldie—” Fear choked off her words. “Goldie?”
She took a gulp of air, nodded. “The baby. She—she’s been kidnapped!”
“What?”
People near them on the street stopped, stared. A low murmur started, hummed against her ears.
