A Heart at Home
Book Three in An Everlasting
Heart Series
Sara Barnard
Genre: FICTION / Romance /
Historical
Digital ISBN: 10:1-939217-44-X ISBN:13:978-1-939217-44-8
Print ISBN 13:
978-1-939217-45-5 ISBN 10:1-939217-45-8
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A Heart at Home:
Can a love already
tested to the limit survive on the trail to the wilds of California to their
new home? After bidding farewell to her
despondent family, newly-pregnant Charlotte drops everything to follow Sanderson
to a promised job out west. The journey proves more difficult than any of them
could have ever imagined. Wild animals, natural disasters, and a heavy Indian
presence test not only Sanderson and Charlotte’s strength and endurance, but
their faith in each other as well. Meanwhile, Minerva packs up the little rock
cottage to journey west in the company of infant Jay Jay and Cotton just as
peace Sanderson is trying to bridge between the Army and the Snake River
Indians begins to fall apart.
About Sara Barnard
Sara Barnard is a
mother of four beautiful children and author of the children’s nonfiction book
THE ABC’S OF OKLAHOMA PLANTS and the historical romance series AN EVERLASTING
HEART. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, hiking with her family, or
tackling the ever-growing pile of laundry produced by her family of six! Sara
holds her B.A. in history and is currently pursuing her Master’s in Fish and
Wildlife Management. Along with their four children, Sara’s family consists of
a plethora of rescue animals, each with a story of their own. Sara and her
family currently make their home in the beautiful, historic hills of
Oklahoma.
Where to find Sara:
Web Site: www.sarabarnardbooks.com
facebook.com/sarabarnardbooks
Twitter:
@TheSaraBarnard
Email: sarathreesuns@gmail.com
Excerpt from A Heart
at Home:
“Shall we ride into
town and say goodbye to George and Cotton, Charlotte?” Sanderson’s honey-sweet
voice was thick in the early summer air. The sun had just begun to peek over
the eastern horizon, tinting the sky a soft baby pink.
Morning had always been
Charlotte’s favorite time of day, when everything was new and the pace was slow
and sleepy. It was as if they all had another chance, a fresh start, the gift
of a new day. Back during the War Between the States, when Sanderson was gone
and nothing made sense, she would sit out in front of the little sod-roofed
house she had shared with her father. There she could just be, with her
steaming cup of coffee, one with the night birds in the darkness as the sun
prepared to make its daily climb into the sky. But today was different.
She and Sanderson had
taken their coffee in haste while packing their belongings for the long,
overland journey that lay between them and California Territory. Jerry Thomas
was already outside. It was no secret that he wished Minerva, her
sister-in-law, and baby Jackson Junior, would come with them. Well, with him.
“Yes, I can’t leave
without seeing Pa.” She glanced at Achilles, who Jerry had saddled. The old
Gray stood swishing his tail absent-mindedly as Charlotte shouldered her
bedroll. The adventure that awaited them on the long trail between Arkansas and
California, where the job of Indian Agent was promised to Sanderson, was all
consuming. Well, almost. “And I am sure going to miss Cotton.”
Just the thought of the
bright, gapped-tooth grin of her former-student-turned-adoptive-brother and his
sunny disposition was enough to dampen her resolve to head west. The
adventuresome spark that had flared moments before flickered as the thin,
sallow face of her Pa and the bronzed, shining one belonging to Cotton flashed
through her mind. The bedroll that had seemed so light suddenly felt as though it
contained lead bricks. She eased it to the ground, casting a glance back at her
rock house.
The sign Cotton and
George had made in secret, while building the house for them as a wedding
present, caught her eye. S.C. REDDING
Q. “Q was Cotton’s favorite letter.”
Emotion surged from the
depths of Charlotte’s soul. “Don’t know if I can leave them, Sanderson.”
She didn’t realize she
was trembling until her beloved’s hand fell gently on her shoulder, drawing her
watery gaze from their first home to him. He was still handsome, he always
would be, but in a more aged way since escaping from prison. Sparkles from the
sunrise accented the brown flecks in his hazel eyes. A slow smile spread wide
across his full lips, revealing those dimples that made her knees turn to water
and her stomach turn up in knots. Everything
will be alright, it seemed to promise, cloaking her fears in warmth. As long as we’re together, everything will
be alright. Achilles nickered, breaking Charlotte from her trance.
“It’s not set in stone,
Charlotte. We can stay.” A chilled summer breeze tousled his hair, swirling the
thick, sandy locks this way and that. “I can find work around here…”
Sanderson’s words trailed off as he tried to hide the hopeless note in his
voice. He averted his eyes, focusing on Charlotte’s ear instead of her face.
“I’m sure there’s plenty, what with most of the guys heading west with gold
fever.”
Charlotte felt her
shoulders rise and fall. Altrose had survived the war only to become little
more than a ghost town as the south struggled to thrive as an integral part of
the United States of America. Apparently, the promise of adventure and riches
west of the Rockies proved more suitable a venture than staying to work in
disgrace amongst the haughty carpetbaggers. Most of the shops along Main Street
had closed, their boarded-up windows all boasting the same selfish farewell on
splintery boards: GONE WEST FOR GOLD. The stage had taken to running only three
times a week instead of everyday. Even then, it seemed to carry more and more
of Altrose’s citizens away and never brought them back.
“Let’s go on and go if
we’re going,” Charlotte whispered. Minerva’s soft sobs tore at her tender
heart. “No use forcing them to keep
saying goodbye.”
Her sister-in-law’s
face was pressed on Jerry’s shoulder, his arm draped loosely around her.
Tearstains soaked the fabric of his shirt in a giant halo around Minerva’s
face. Charlotte knew the pain she was feeling. She had felt it at every one of
Sanderson’s many impromptu absences during their courtship and marriage. How
odd it was not to be feeling the old, familiar sadness herself, not to be the
woman ripped from the promise of happiness in her beloved’s arms. I wish she’d come with us, her and Jay Jay.
We’re family...
Before Charlotte could
utter those very words, Minerva straightened her back and shrugged Jerry’s arm
from around her.
“Perhaps I will—” She
wiped her purple velvet housecoat sleeve across her nose. “Perhaps after.”
Charlotte watched Minerva’s eyes glisten as she searched her English vocabulary
for the very words that wouldn’t hurt Jerry Thomas while, at the same time,
would explain her heart. Words they all wanted to hear.
Jerry held a finger to
her lips. His chestnut eyes gazed into Minerva’s. Neither pain nor suspicion
clouded them. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Minerva Dika Glasgus.”
His thumb trailed lightly across her cheek. “I know a thing or two about women,
and I understand that you need that paper from Dr. Jernigan. Life has dealt you
many blows, and none of us are certain of the future. Should we marry—”
Minerva’s cream
complexion deepened until it was scarlet. “Go on.”
Jerry’s lips twisted
into a seductive smile. Charlotte felt her own insides quake at the intensity
of the moment.
“Should we marry and tragedy
strike, you need to be able to make it in a white man’s world and provide for
yourself and Jay Jay…and whoever else may have come along at that point.”
Minerva clasped both of
her hands over his, holding them to her lips as the tears—no doubt, welcome
ones—ran in rivulets down her cheeks. “Thank God, you understand.” Her voice
was breathy.
“I’ll be in California,
Camp Bidwell. Send word when you have your paper in hand, and I’ll send the
funds for your travel.”
Minerva nodded, her
eyes squeezed shut. Charlotte’s hand tightened around Sanderson’s.
“I love you, Minerva.”
Minerva’s sobs came
harder, faster. She nodded, sending the tendrils of soft, inky hair flouncing
about their hands. “I love you, Jerry.”
He kissed their hands.
“Just promise me one thing.”
With a lone sniffle,
Minerva sobered. Charlotte knew in her soul that Minerva didn’t have any more
promises to give, what with having herself and baby Jay Jay to care for. “A
promise?”
“Promise me that you
won’t even consider coming west until you have that paper in your hand.” He
kissed their hands again. “Promise?”
Minerva exhaled.
“Promise.”
Jerry mounted his horse
with the special saddle. She laid her hand on his wooden leg. The tears of
love, relief, and understanding shimmered in tiny pools on her pockmarked face.
“No more tears,” Jerry
instructed, cupping Minerva’s chin in a hand. “Now, give me a smile and go on
inside so you don’t have to see us leave.”
After allowing a smile
to tease her lips, Minerva scooped up Jay Jay and turned to comply. As she
neared where Charlotte and Sanderson stood, she turned back to Jerry.
Jerry waved her
unspoken words away with a smile. “Not a moment before.”
Minerva nodded in
agreement before turning back to Charlotte.
Jerry’s voice broke
through the quiet. “Hey, Minerva.”
Ever silent, she turned
back to face him, Jay Jay balanced on her hip in all his three-month-old glory.
Her voice box useless, she could only stare at the man who smiled at her so
sweetly from atop the horse.
A distant roll of
thunder sent a shudder down Charlotte’s spine.
“I love you, Minerva.”
With a mischievous wink, Jerry turned and galloped off towards town.
Minerva sniffled again
and shifted Jay Jay from one hip to the other. “He said if I wanted a rock
cottage like this of my own, then he will make me one out west.”
Charlotte extended an
arm to her sister-in-law. “You can have this one as long as you are of a mind
to stay, Minerva,” she whispered.
“I know,” Minerva said,
giving Charlotte a little squeeze. “I will watch over your home as though it
were my own. When I get my paper, I will come.”
“We—your family—will be
there waiting for you and baby Jay.”
With a smile and quick
flick of her housedress, Minerva disappeared into the house. Charlotte thought
she heard a sob resonate from one of the open windows.
“There, got it,”
Sanderson exclaimed as he heaved the giant board upon his shoulder. He carried
it to the wagon and stuck it over a wheel.
S C REDDING Q. “Now we can
take a little bit of home with us wherever we go.”
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