Love So Deep
By Kathleen Ball
New Release
Historical Western Romance
Banned from the wagon train Samantha Foley wanders through the Colorado
Mountains. An early winter storms arrives leaving her at its frozen
mercy.
Ruggedly handsome Mountain Man, Patrick McCrery comes to her rescue. Patrick, half white and half Indian, he fits in neither world. He lives a solitary life as a trapper. He certainly does not want to get involved with the beautiful Samantha Foley.
Knowing she is leaving at the first spring thaw, Samantha tries to guard her heart but sometimes her guard slips leaving her totally and utterly in love with her handsome hero. When she is finally left in town at the bottom of the mountain, she can’t help but gaze at the mountain trail wishing with all her heart, Patrick will appear.
Can love shine through distrust, discrimination, and accusations? Only if it’s deep enough.
Ruggedly handsome Mountain Man, Patrick McCrery comes to her rescue. Patrick, half white and half Indian, he fits in neither world. He lives a solitary life as a trapper. He certainly does not want to get involved with the beautiful Samantha Foley.
Knowing she is leaving at the first spring thaw, Samantha tries to guard her heart but sometimes her guard slips leaving her totally and utterly in love with her handsome hero. When she is finally left in town at the bottom of the mountain, she can’t help but gaze at the mountain trail wishing with all her heart, Patrick will appear.
Can love shine through distrust, discrimination, and accusations? Only if it’s deep enough.
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Excerpt
Samantha tried wrapping her scarf around her head,
but the weight of the hardened ice kept dragging it down. The
naysayers were right, winter came early—very early and with a vengeance. She
stared at the pure white snow dotted with Ponderosa pines. Their branches bowed
from the snowy burden. She’d doubted her survival the minute they banned her
from the wagon train but as she walked away, she grew determined to survive. What a difference a few weeks made. As soon as the
storm hit two days ago, her doubts returned.
She took a step and stumbled. The hem of her dress,
caked with icy snow, made it hard going. With each step, her feet punched
through the snow and sank. Her hands stung from the biting cold. Soon she
wouldn’t feel them anymore. She knew the signs of frostbite. Pushing herself
upright she struggled on, one exhausting step at a time.
The wind howled and she wanted to cry at its sad
song. She’d been on her own for two long weeks now. How she hated the pious women
she’d traveled with. The death of her parents left her alone and a woman alone
was not allowed on the wagon train. The married women believed she’d entice
their husbands. The same women whose children she nursed when they were sick.
The hypocrisy ate at her soul.
It was either marry Old Thomas or leave. She refused
to marry, calling their bluff. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a bluff. They threw her
a sack of food and a canteen of water and left her behind.
Again, she fell face first into the snow. Struggling
to rise, she shook her head. Maybe it’d be easier to just lay there and fall
into a forever sleep. Her food was long ago eaten and her strength had held out
surprisingly long, but now she wasn’t sure it was worth the effort.
A horse nickered and she pushed herself up. Her
heart skipped a beat in fright. On the horse sat a huge man covered in animal
furs. His rifle lay across his lap.
“Get up,” he said, his voice full of anger.
Samantha pushed and struggled until she stood. This
was it. She just hoped her death would be painless. Putting her frigid hands on
her hips, she brazenly studied him. His slate blue eyes were full of
compassion. He held out his hand. She grasped it and he hauled her up in front
of him.
“Let’s get you warm.” He opened his fur coat, pulled
her against his warm body, and wrapped them both up. “Where are your people?”
“My people?”
“Yes, do you have a cabin here bouts? You shouldn’t
be out here alone. It’s dangerous and in the snow it’s easy to get lost.”
Turning her head, she felt his warm breath against
her cheek. His full beard brushed against her. “I’m on my own. I was hoping to
find a town.”
He didn’t say anything else as he urged his steed
forward. It was slow going in the snow but the horse seemed to know its way.
Leaning back against his wide chest, her eyes closed.
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