Next Stop: Home
After a catastrophe strands a trainâand eight orphaned childrenânear Evans Grove, Nebraska, schoolteacher Holly Sanders sees hope in the chaos. These children are the new start her community needs. And Holly is stubbornly determined to give the townspeople, the childrenâ¦and even gruff sheriff Mason Wrightâ¦the happy families they deserve.
How can anyone so petite have so much gumption? Watching Holly rally her young charges wins Masonâs admirationâand reminds him of his own failures. No matter what Holly or the orphan boy Liam think, Masonâs no hero and he doesnât merit a second chance. Can Hollyâs faith, Liamâs trust and Godâs grace open Masonâs heart to loveâs greatest lesson?
The way heâd figured her, Miss Sanders should be as undone as the pretty blonde crying over there. Whereâd a woman so quiet and tiny get such a core of steel?
Masonâs eyebrow shot up as Miss Sanders got the childrenâs attention and gathered them into a group.
âItâs time to be calm and quiet. Weâre safe, and things will be all right from here. Everyone have all their fingers and toes?â The voice was sensible and cheerful, as if it didnât belong to the same woman whoâd just stood over Arlingtonâs body. âMy town is just over that hill, and youâll all get to visit tonight. Youâll get some supper, too. But weâve lots to do to make that happen, so Iâll need everyoneâs help.â
As Mason stood watching this small woman accomplish this very large feat, the train conductor came up with an equally stunned look on his face.
âWho is that?â he asked Mason as both men stared.
âThat,â Mason said, not bothering to hide the respect in his voice, âis Holly Sanders.â
ALLIE PLEITER
Enthusiastic but slightly untidy mother of two, RITA® Award finalist Allie Pleiter writes both fiction and nonfiction. An avid knitter and unreformed chocoholic, she spends her days writing books, drinking coffee and finding new ways to avoid housework. Allie grew up in Connecticut, holds a B.S. in speech from Northwestern University and spent fifteen years in the field of professional fund-raising. She lives with her husband, children and a Havanese dog named Bella in the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois.
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Allie Pleiter for her contribution to the Orphan Train miniseries.
Blessed are those whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered. Blessed is the one whose sin the Lord will never count against them.
âRomans 4:7â8
To Angie, because when she claps, children really do listen
Chapter One
Nebraska, April 1875
Holly Sanders now knew two things for sure.
She knew that she was smart enough to convince the Prairie Trust Bank of Nebraska to loan rebuilding funds to her flood-stricken hometown. That was a fine victory.
She also knew that any such victory could be wiped out in the split second it took the man behind her to cock the hammer of his pistol.
âAfternoon, maâam,â sneered the greasy-haired bandit, his breath hot on Hollyâs neck. âSeems to me a smart gal like yourself ought to know youâd best do exactly as we say right now.â He addressed the entire railroad car in which Holly currently stood. âYâall shush up and no one will get hurt.â
The woman in front of Holly, the pretty one who had just introduced herself as Rebecca Sterling, let out a terrified whimper. The girl sitting beside Miss Sterlingâone of the several orphans Miss Sterling had said she was escorting to nearby Greenvilleâstarted to cry. For a moment, the schoolteacher in Holly was mortified. Children shouldnât have to witness the manâs threats. It seemed an oddly logical thought for someone with a gun barrel poked into their shoulder blade, but then again, Holly had always been the sensible type.
The grimy man stepped up and glared at Holly with a look that made her skin crawl. âWhereâs that man?â Sheâd never heard a voice so sinister. Where had he come from? Had he been hiding in wait on the back railing of the car this whole time?
He couldnât possibly be asking about Curtis Brooks, the bank representative who had insisted on escorting her and the bankâs loan of two thousand dollarsâ worth of gold back to Evans Grove. How could this thief know about the banker, or the loan? It took her a second or two to find her voice. âWhat man?â
The bandit leered over her, close and foul. âThe one what was with you back in Newfield. Mr. Fancypants Banker.â He nudged her with the tip of his gun, pushing Holly down into her seat.
Her brain scrambled to assemble the facts, to get a grip on what couldnât possibly be happening. He knew who she was and what she had. Dear Lord, save me! âHeâs not here.â