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Sample Saturday – February 27, 2021: Surprising Charity

Sample Saturday is here again

I think I should do Sample Saturday posts more frequently. I gave you an excerpt of Surprising Charity back on September 26, 2020, and here’s another tidbit to whet your enthusiasm for reading and enjoying the novel. Surprising Charity is in the “Shenandoah Neighbors” line, which is a part of the “Owen Family Universe.” It is what is called a “seasoned romance,” that is, a love story between characters who are older than those in the usual romance novel.

Excerpt:

New Mexico Territory, August 1867

Surprising Charity cover

Surprising Charity

Charity half rose, then fell back onto her seat. What was he saying? “But, but, you have a wife,” she stammered.

“I am distress to say to you, very sadly, it is no longer the case. To our great dismay, she die. Soon after you leave us, all in la hacienda take ill, but only she die.” He found a handkerchief in a pocket and, ducking his head, wiped his eyes. He muttered something inaudible, then raised his head and tried again. “I have the loneliness in abundance, señora. I fear it cannot be cure without the companionship of a good woman.”

Charity’s hand had flown to her mouth. “Oh, my lands,” she whispered around it when he had finished his extraordinary statement. “I had no idea your wife died.” She let her hand drop into her lap. “Your proposal is very sudden, sir. I don’t know what to say.”

. It take you by the surprise. We all become much sick, but only mi Luz leave us. For this, we have suffer much at mi hacienda. The months have pass in sorrow. There is no remedy but to come to you and beg for this favor.”

Charity was on her feet now, not sure how to handle this tragedy in the life of one she had met only in passing, a tragedy that threatened to sweep her up in its aftermath.

“How might I answer you, sir? I have my life here with my sons. My daughters are married, so they need me less, but this petition is quite out of the ordinary, quite remarkable, indeed.” She stood stock still with Don Pedro at her feet, a desperate look of pleading on his haggard features. Again, she marked how much he had changed from when she had seen him last.

I cannot marry him. Our lives are so different. She tried another tack in order to understand the situation. “Why have you come to me? Are there not suitable ladies to marry in your vicinity?”

He bowed his head for a long time. When he looked up at her again, he seemed harrowed by doubt. “You will not believe me, señora.”

“You must try to make me understand.” She wondered how long he could bear to kneel on the hard, uncomfortable plank flooring. At his advanced age— “This is awkward, sir. Please rise and sit.”

He hesitated, then slowly regained his feet and retreated to sink into his chair. She sat in turn. He put one hand to his brow, as though to hide his face from her gaze, but he said nothing.

When she could stand the silence no longer, Charity said, “You must speak plainly, sir. What will I not believe?”


I hope you enjoyed that excerpt. I’m leaving purchase links below so you can get the rest of the story.

But first, here’s what one reader said about Surprising Charity:

“Marsha Ward drew me into the story. I didn’t want to leave. She has gone to great lengths to ensure the history and setting are accurate. I love her older characters who face some of the same romantic problems as younger people, and many different ones only older lovers encounter. I’ll be going back to read other books by this author.” ~Angelique Conger, author of biblical historical fiction

That was very nice of her! Until next time, Happy Reading!


Links to purchase Surprising Charity: Shenandoah Neighbors
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Today I Discovered…

But First…

Don’t forget that a week from now, on July 20, from 9:00 am to 3:30 pm, I’ll be at the Payson Book Festival, sharing Table 45. Have you discovered this great family friendly event? Come on up to the cool pines. I look forward to seeing you there!

And now…

A couple of days ago I discovered a Case Logic folder hiding in a bookcase.

A discovered Case Logic folder
Today I opened it up to check out the flash drives inside.

Look what I discovered inside: Old flash drives
On one of them, I discovered a lot of old files that aren’t on my current computer, including snippets from the third novel I wrote, which became the fifth novel in The Owen Family Saga, Trail of Storms. I thought you might like to see how this novel and its characters evolved.

This segment, written back in May of 2006, was entitled “Hardy.” The first part included a man named, yep, Hardy. The second part, a memory about James Owen, made it into the novel pretty much intact. The name “Hardy” in the first section, however, did not. Nor did the actions described in the snippet.

Leave me a comment if you know which final character Hardy became, and give us his name. This may be a trick question, so you may need to haul out your copy of Trail of Storms to check.

Hardy

Hardy Lundeen was gorgeous; there was no doubt about that, except for one tiny little flaw. His right ear was half gone. Other than that, he was a strapping blond, six-foot-one in height, and gloriously handsome.

He knew he was good-looking, and he made the most of it with his infectious grin, which turned up a bit more on the left side than on the right.

Jessica noticed him when her family joined the wagon train in western Missouri. Hardy was a single man, headed to California to make his fortune after the war. His Yankee twang was foreign to her ear, but he was a gracious victor, and did not mention anything about the past unpleasantness. Others in the party were not so generous, but the rigors of the journey ahead forced the participants to band together for safety in numbers.

Hardy sought Jessica out one evening, shortly after they had set out on the trail. He asked if he might accompany her on a stroll about the camp, and Mrs. Bingham said yes, if Luke went along, too.

Hardy offered his arm, but Jessica kept her hands clasped together as they walked from fire to fire, greeting other travelers. He chatted cheerily to her about his boyhood in Vermont: hunting, fishing, grubbing crops out of rocky soil.

“I hear California has soil down three feet, and no rocks to hinder a man’s plantings,” he said, grinning. “That’s the place for me.” He paused as they walked in the darkness between two wagons, then asked, “What part of California are you headed to?”

Jessica replied in soft tones. “We’re actually goin’ to Arizona, once we get far enough along the trail. Tucson City.”

“Arizona, hmm? I hear that’s a hard place. Full of snakes and heat enough to boil a man’s brains. Or a woman’s.” He looked down at Jessica. “California sounds more fitting for a lovely young lady like yourself. How about you–”

Luke coughed behind them, and Hardy dropped the subject. Yet, he persisted in calling each evening.

Jessica couldn’t help comparing him to her lost James. He and Hardy were about the same height, but James had dark, crisp hair that curled around his ears if it grew long enough. He was handsome in a different way, and had two perfectly good ears, although she knew he had a bayonet wound in one shoulder. At least it wasn’t a wound you could see.

She sighed. James was gone, lost to her. She remembered the nausea that had swept though her when James told her he was leaving and she was staying. They had clung together, hidden behind a clump of lilacs, tempted to fulfill their love, but when James’s kisses grew hot and insistent, she pushed him away, weeping.

“I can’t, James. You know that. You could leave me with a child, and that’s impossible for me.” Tears ran down her cheeks, and she allowed him to kiss them away, but kept her body from touching his.

“Ah Jessie, Jessie.” James’s groan seemed to come from his toes. “How can I leave you?”

“It’s your pa’s doin’. You’ve got to obey him. Even if you don’t like it. I’ll never forgive him,” she whispered, then gave him a soft kiss and a shove. “Go away, James. Don’t come again. Just go.” She fled for the house.

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Leave your comment below. I’d like to know how many people know who this character became. Or is there more in this text than is readily apparent?

Copyright 2019 by Marsha Ward

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Sample Saturday

I’ve been dealing with winter storms and power outages and 18-20 inches of snow piled up around my place, so I am treating myself to a bit of diversion by bringing back Saturday Sample today.

Here’s a tidbit from a piece I’m working on that I hope to publish later this year.
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Julia Helm wiped the streaming tears off her cheeks, then climbed up onto the wooden spring seat of the farm wagon weathered almost white. Jonathan’s firm hand on her elbow steadied her some, but the overwhelming sadness that had brought the tears remained. She looked at the stone house, the wooden barn with its wide doors, the early spring fields smelling of molding corn stalks. Why this sadness? I’ll see it all again in two months.

She pulled her brown wool cloak more tightly around herself and wrenched her gaze from the house. Couldn’t she just tell Jonathan she had changed her mind? Tell her brother to unhitch the team of gray horses while she ran back inside the house and into her small, cozy room to curl up in the comfort of Papa’s upholstered chair? Cousin Camilla didn’t need her help to prepare for her wedding. Virginia was so far away. The trip would take two weeks! Two weeks of travel behind the rumps of the horses, being jostled and jolted until her young bones couldn’t stand another yard, let alone another mile. And all for what? Camilla’s gratitude? The chance to see Aunt Susannah again?

The wagon groaned and creaked as Jonathan climbed into the wagon seat on the other side, pausing before he lifted the leather lines to lean over and tuck a brown woolen blanket under her far knee. “Mind you tell me if you get cold,” he said, and grinned at her like a crazy man, his breath clouding around his ruddy face underneath his knitted cap.
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What do you think? Does it engage your interest? Tell me if you know who the characters are.

Until the next time, stay warm and healthy!

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Sample Saturday: Blood at Haught Springs

Welcome to Sample Saturday. Later this month, I’ll release a novella, which will be the first of several tales in a new series: The Men of Haught Springs. Here’s a snippet from the story of brothers at odds, Blood at Haught Springs.
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The Men of Haught Springs

By closing time, Lonnie had not returned to the store. Wes shrugged off his dissatisfaction. His brother had probably headed home early to bear tales to Dad of how badly Wes had treated him. Sack of lazy bones, he thought, and locked the front door. He had one stop to make at the butcher’s, then he’d get home.

The house was a mere block away when Wes had completed his errand, and he covered the distance at a fast pace, gripping the valise in one hand, and a parcel containing a cut of beef in the other. Maggie, the Haught’s housekeeper, had requested a roast for tomorrow’s dinner. Wes had first thought of bringing home a goose someone had brought in to trade for groceries, but had dismissed the idea. Dad shouldn’t have rich poultry yet. Beef broth is better for him while he mends.

Grove Haught’s injuries had come about when he was thrown from the seat of a freight wagon and run over by a wheel. Fortunately for him, Wes had run to stop the team before the second wheel crushed his father’s chest.  Even so, the first wheel had done significant damage, and Dad had been in bed recuperating for some time.

This morning, he had seemed better, and said he wanted to get out of bed and sit in the parlor for a while. He had grudgingly accepted Wes’s assistance, after asking why Lonnie hadn’t volunteered to do the task. Wes had to explain that Lonnie had already left the house to get in his gun practice before the store opened.

Wes hoped the evening at home would go better than the morning had. Someday Dad will see I’m of more worth than a dozen of Lonnie. He half expected his father to fit out his brother in a coat of many colors, like the man in the Bible had done for his favorite son. Before Lonnie could gain more favor with their father, Wes was determined to prove his worth. Today, he had made a good start, getting those leases sewn up.

A wash of satisfaction swept over him, and he grinned. Another pleasant thought popped into his mind. Miss Nina. Matters could not look better in that department. She as much as begged me to see her again. He realized he hadn’t firmed up any plans to that effect. I’ll have to make an appointment to take her on a picnic or to a dance as soon as possible. He inhaled a lungful of sweet night air and decided that, on balance, it had been a splendid day.
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Watch for next week’s cover reveal for Blood at Haught Springs.

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The Zion Trail
The Zion Trail

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