A Baby for Dry Creek and A Dry Creek Christmas: A Baby for Dry Creek
Heartwarming stories from Janet Tronstad's beloved Dry Creek miniseries A BABY FOR DRY CREEKWhen Chrissy Hamilton's fiancé breaks her heart, she's determined to forget him–and invent a new daddy for her baby. Reno Redfern is shocked when Chrissy names him her child's father. Still, he'll play along for the chance to heal Chrissy's faith…and her heart.A DRY CREEK CHRISTMASGood Samaritan Millie Corwin breaks into the Dry Creek café with the best of intentions. But when Brad Parker catches her, he immediately brands her a criminal. Only faith, hope and Christmas spirit can bring these polar opposites together.
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Praise for Janet Tronstad and her novels
âA Baby for Dry Creek shows how losing a parent can affect a young child for a lifetime. This sweet romance is both suspenseful and entertaining.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews
âJanet Tronstadâs quirky small town and witty characters will add warmth and joy to your holiday season.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews on A Dry Creek Christmas
âJanet Tronstad pens a warm, comforting story that brings joy to its characters.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews on Shepherds Abiding in Dry Creek
âAmid angels, Christmas pageants and unknown danger, Ms. Tronstad creates a very enjoyable story about learning to believe and love again.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews on An Angel for Dry Creek
A Baby for Dry Creek & A Dry Creek Christmas
Janet Tronstad
CONTENTS
A BABY FOR DRY CREEK
Prologue
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
Epilogue
A DRY CREEK CHRISTMAS
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
Epilogue
JANET TRONSTAD
grew up on a small farm in central Montana. One of her favorite things to do was to visit her grandfatherâs bookshelves, where he had a large collection of Zane Grey novels. Sheâs always loved a good story.
Today, Janet lives in Pasadena, California, where she works in the research department of a medical organization. In addition to writing novels, she researches and writes nonfiction magazine articles.
For I was hungry and you gave me food;
I was thirsty and you gave me drink;
I was a stranger and you took me in.
âMatthew 25:35
This book is dedicated with many fond memories to my forty cousins, both the Norris side of the family and the Tronstad side of the family. Thanks for the good times!
Prologue
Chrissy Hamilton figured her life couldnât get much worse. On the morning of what was supposed to be her wedding day, she had found another woman in her fiancéâs bed. And that wasnât even the worst part. After sheâd stomped out of Jaredâs bedroom and driven almost all the way to Dry Creek, Montana, in her cousinâs truck, sheâd met a man who made her knees melt so fast she wouldnât have cared if an entire cheerleading squad had been camped out in Jaredâs bed.
Of course, nothing could come of her attraction. She was two and a half months pregnant and just about as confused and miserable as an eighteen-year-old in trouble could be.
Besides, if Chrissy couldnât trust the man sheâd loved since she was fifteen, she certainly wasnât going to risk trusting some Montana rancher sheâd just met.
It was too bad about the rancher, though. With his black hair and sky blue eyes, Reno Redfern was the sexiest man sheâd ever seen. Which was one more reason to leave Dry Creek.
Seven and a half months later
Dry Creek did not have a postmaster. It didnât even have a post office. Everyone knew that. Still, the letter addressed to the postmaster sat there on top of all the other letters the mail carrier had left on the counter of the hardware store this cold spring morning. The mail carrier hadnât even looked at the letter before crawling back into the postal truck and heading down Interstate 94 to the next small Montana town on his busy route.
The hardware store sold everything a rancher needed, from weed killer to waterproof gloves, and most of it was sitting on long wooden shelves that lined the walls. A stack of ceramic mugs stood on a cart beside the stockroom door and the smell of brewing coffee welcomed customers every day of the week except Sunday, when the store was closed.
Of course, not everyone was a customer. The hardware store served as an informal community center, and some retired ranchers, like Jacob, spent most of their waking hours there arguing about cattle prices and waiting for the mail.
âWhoâd be writing to our postmaster?â Jacob asked as he lifted the first envelope and read the address. He had been a rancher for sixty of his seventy-seven years, and his gnarled fingers showed it as he held up the letter.
âWe donât have a postmaster.â Mrs. Hargrove also waited for the mail. She didnât sit, like the men, preferring to stand on the rubber mat by the counter so her muddy boots didnât dirty the wood floor as the menâs boots were doing. She would rather distribute the mail herself, since she could do it more efficiently than Jacob, but she was a fair-minded woman and Jacob had gotten to the mail counter first.
In addition to Mrs. Hargrove, a half dozen ranchers were waiting for their mail, and the door was opening to let more into the store. Each time the door swung back or forth, a gust of wind came inside. As usual, spring had started out cold, but everyone had expected it to warm up by now. Most of the ranchers said they could still smell winter in the air and they didnât like it. They should be planting their fields, and it was too muddy to even plow.
