Courted by a Cowboy
Marybeth OâMalley is everything rancher Randall Northam seeks in a wifeâ¦if sheâd only say âI do.â Although his family paid for her train ticket West with the understanding the two would marry, Rand wonât pressure her to set a date. Especially since he suspects sheâs learned about his reckless past. Who would want to marry an untamed cowboy like him?
Marybeth wonât marry until she locates her long-lost brother. And when Rand agrees to help her with her search, she canât deny her surprisingly warm feelings toward her prospective groom. Could this honorable cowboy show her heâs the husband she never knew she wanted?
âIâm glad youâre finally here.â Not the smartest thing to say, but all he could think of.
Marybeth looked startled. Frightened almost. The long trip from Boston must have worn her down. âWhere can I find a place to stay?â The way her gaze darted around the room, she reminded him of a rabbit trying to escape a dog pack.
Hadnât she heard his remark about lodging? Did she see something in him to cause her concern? Rand swallowed hard. If he didnât have such faith in his parentsâ choice, he would think this was all a mistake. Instead of being happy or even interested in being in his company, Marybeth almost seemed afraid.
Then it struck him. She knew. Someone, probably Maisie, had told her the one thing Dad had insisted was Randâs responsibility to tell her. Now she was frightened of him, and he had no idea how to go about soothing away her fears and assuring her of his constant efforts to live for the Lord.
LOUISE M. GOUGE
has been married to her husband, David, for fifty years. They have four children and eight grandchildren. Louise always had an active imagination, thinking up stories for her friends, classmates and family but seldom writing them down. At a friendâs insistence, she finally began to type up her latest idea. Before trying to find a publisher, Louise returned to college, earning a BA in English/creative writing and a masterâs degree in liberal studies. She reworked that first novel based on what she had learned and sold it to a major Christian publisher. Louise then worked in television marketing for a short time before becoming a college English/humanities instructor. She has had fifteen novels published, several of which have earned multiple awards, including the Inspirational Readerâs Choice Award and the Laurel Wreath Award. Please visit her website at blog.louisemgouge.com.
What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee.
â Psalms 56:3
This book 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 ft. high valley situated between the majestic Sangre de Cristo and San Juan Mountain ranges.
It has been many years since I lived in the San Luis Valley, so my thanks go to Pam Williams of Hooper, Colorado, for her extensive on-site research on my behalf. With their permission, I named two of my characters after her and her husband, Charlie. These dear old friends are every bit as kind and wise as their namesakes. I also want to thank my dear husband of fifty years, David Gouge, for his loving support as I pursue my dream of writing love stories to honor the Lord.
Chapter One
July 1881
Randall Northam is a gambler. Randall Northam is a killer.
The words pulsed through Marybeth OâBrienâs head, keeping time with the clatter of the iron wheels on the railroad track as the train propelled her inescapably toward her prospective husband. Until a few moments ago sheâd thought his most notable quality was being the second son of a wealthy Colorado ranching family. But the lively young woman seated across from her had just imparted a vital bit of information Randall Northamâs parents had left out when theyâd arranged this marriage. And from the enthusiasm brightening Maisie Henshawâs face, Marybeth could see her story wasnât finished.
âYep, he shot that thieving varmint right in the heart. Why, Rand can outdraw anybody.â The red-haired girl elbowed her handsome young husband in the ribs. âEven me.â
Dr. Henshaw chuckled indulgently, his expression utterly devoid of censure, but rather, exuding only devotion for his wife. âYou may have heard stories about how wild the West is, Miss OâBrien, but you will certainly feel safe with Rand protecting you.â
âJust like me protecting you.â Maisie chortled in a decidedly unladylike manner.
Her more refined husband nodded his agreement with a grin. âWell, we all have our talents.â