Rocky Mountain Proposal
After two years, Tolley Northam returns home, transformed from a mischievous youth into an ambitious lawyer confident of winning his fatherâs approval at last. But he soon begins to wonder if the only way to do so is to marry family friend Laurie Eberlyâa woman his father has always liked. If only she werenât so adamant about refusing Tolleyâs proposal...
Laurieâs childhood friend is now a handsome, accomplished lawyer with undeniable charm. But she canât accept Tolleyâs proposal; she believes itâs just to earn his fatherâs praise. First heâll have to prove to her that he wants her for a wife not because his father thinks sheâs the perfect match, but because he does.
Laurieâs bright blue eyes shone with kindness.
Could she see his inner turmoil? He dipped his head to hide his face.
She moved forward as if about to jump down from the rail, and Tolley hurried around his horse and grabbed her waist to lift her down. Once her feet touched the barn floor, he didnât want to let go. Marrying this pretty little gal would have all kinds of benefits, not simply gaining the Colonelâs approval. That selfish thought, so like his old way of thinking, broke his grip like a bee sting. He stepped back. âThose city shoes might turn your ankle if you jump. Theyâll sure as anything get messed up if you tromp around these stalls.â
âI suppose so.â She sounded a bit breathless as she blinked those big blue eyes at him.
He started to chuck her under the chin like he used to but resisted the urge. Such a gesture might offend her.
âOne of our cowhands can take Gypsy back to Four Stones.â
âThanks.â He secured his carpetbag to the back of the saddle and mounted up. âSee you later, Laurie.â
She reached up and squeezed his hand. âWelcome home, Tolley.â
How did she know those were the exact words heâd needed to hear?
Florida author LOUISE M. GOUGE writes historical fiction for Harlequinâs Love Inspired Historical line. She received the prestigious Inspirational Readersâ Choice Award in 2005 and placed in 2011 and 2015; she also placed in the Laurel Wreath contest in 2012. When she isnât writing, she and her husband, David, enjoy visiting historical sites and museums. Please visit her website at blog.louisemgouge.com.
Man looketh on the outward appearance,
but the Lord looketh on the heart.
â1 Samuel 16:7b
This book series is dedicated to the intrepid pioneers who settled the San Luis Valley of Colorado in the mid to late 1800s. They could not have found a more beautiful place to make their homes than in this vast 7500-foot-high valley situated between the majestic Sangre de Cristo and San Juan Mountain ranges.
Thanks go to my beloved husband of fifty-two years, David Gouge, for his loving support as I pursue my dream of writing love stories to honor the Lord Jesus Christ.
Chapter One
June 1885
San Luis Valley, Colorado
At last!
Tolley Northam struggled to keep from laughing with unfettered happiness as the Denver and Rio Grande train descended onto the vast San Luis Valley plains, picking up speed after its laborious climb over La Veta Pass. After wiping what must be a foolish grin off his face, Tolley glanced around the Pullman car at his fellow passengers, especially the couple whoâd sat across from him since the train left Walsenburg early this morning.
âAlmost home.â The middle-aged woman gave him a maternal smile, reminding him of Mother.
âYes, maâam.â When theyâd asked about his travels, heâd told them about attending college in Boston to become a lawyer and how he now headed home to open his practice and help run the family ranch. âMy whole family will be at the train station. They always come out in force to welcome home family members whoâve traveled.â
âAs it should be.â The husband nodded his approval. âWe expect our son and his family to be waiting for us in Alamosa.â
The two years in Boston had seemed like an eternity, but at last Tolley would be back on the familyâs ranch doing the work he loved. Of course heâd honor his fatherâs wishes and set up a law practice, as befitted his Harvard law studies. Heâd even purchased a shingle that should please the Colonel, as everyone called his formidable father. Gone was the mischievous boy whoâd caused more than his share of trouble. Tolley vowed to be the perfect son so maybe, just maybe, the Colonel would at last approve of him.
Heâd pictured this day in his mind for the entire two years. Heâd kiss Mother first, of course. Shake hands with his brothers and brother-in-law. Kiss his sister and sisters-in-law on the cheek. Embrace his nieces and nephews, some of whom heâd never met. But his imaginings always stalled over how heâd greet the Colonel. Maybe the old man would reach out to shake his hand and Tolley wouldnât have to decide. But then, their bitter parting had been fueled by anger on both sides. He could only pray the Colonel had mellowed.