Forced To Wed
When halfâNative American translator Claire Manette joins her motherâs tribe after her fatherâs death, sheâs told she must marry or leave the village. Lewis and Clark expedition member Pierre Lafayetteâs offer of a marriage of convenience is enticing. But with her refusal to leave her family behind and his dreams of exploring uncharted territories, it would never work.
Pierre joined the expedition for adventure...and to avoid settling down. So why does he feel compelled to protect a stranger by marrying her? The only thing heâs sure of is that he canât allow Claire to be forced from the only home she has left. Pierre and Claire are an unlikely match, but amid the wilderness of the West, could his offer of duty become one of love?
Dear Reader,
Thank you for choosing my book, Frontier Agreement. It was during a family vacation out west several years ago that I first became enamored with the story of Lewis and Clark. Returning home, I devoured the expedition journals and any other material about the explorers that I could locate. Soon my imagination was off and running. In this story, Claire and Pierre are, of course, fictional characters, as are all of her immediate family, but the setting and events in which they find themselves are, to the best of my ability, historically accurate.
Lewis and Clark did spend the winter of 1804â1805 among the Mandan people in present-day North Dakota, and the medical difficulties, misunderstandings of tribal customs, struggle for food and trouble with the Sioux actually happened. Toussaint Charbonneau and Sacagawea did live at the fort for a time and serve as translators. Charbonneauâs disagreement with Captain Lewis, however, actually did not take place until March of 1805. I took the liberty of moving the event forward a few months in order to place Claire at the fort during Christmas.
While working on this project, I kept wondering what it would have been like to have been a part of the expedition. Would I have been able to endure the hardships? Would I have been able to trust God and complete the tasks assigned to me, or would I have given in to fear of the unknown?
I hope Claire and Pierreâs story will inspire you to forge your own frontier.
Blessings,
Shannon Farrington
âYour mother seems to be enjoying herself,â Mr. Lafayette remarked.
Claire watched her for a few seconds. She recognized that smile, that look of fondness on her motherâs face. âSheâs telling him about my father.â
âThey must have loved each other very much.â
âThey did.â She could feel a lump growing in her throat. Would she ever know such a love? Such a partnership?
âMy father is not an outdoorsman,â Mr. Lafayette said, âbut every Christmas Eve he takes my brothers and me into the woods to collect pine boughs and berries because he knows my mother loves the smell of them.â
Claire returned his gaze. âMy father did the same. Our cabin was filled with greenery.â
âThen after reading the account from Scripture, my father would tell us to place our shoes in front of the fire and hurry off to bedââ
âOr Père Noël would not come?â
âYes.â
She couldnât help but smile again. âI was always told the same.â She wondered what sort of boy he had been. Was he affectionate and expressive like Spotted Eagle or rough and rambunctious? Somehow she suspected the latter.
âWe have lived very different lives,â he then said, âbut I think we ourselves are not so different.â
SHANNON FARRINGTON and her husband have been married for over twenty years, have two children, and are active members in their local church and community. When she isnât researching or writing, you can find Shannon visiting national parks and historical sites or at home herding her small flock of chickens through the backyard. She and her family live in Maryland.
But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.
âPhilippians 4:19
In memory of Gandmom McCoy
See you in the morning
Chapter One
Fort Mandan
Upper Louisiana Territory December 1804
Pierre Lafayette cast an eager eye over the vast horizon and sighed contentedly. The air of the Great Plains was cold but fresh. Here, over a thousand miles from home, he could finally breathe.
When Captain Meriwether Lewis and Captain William Clark accepted him as an oarsman for their westward expedition, heâd realized that at long last he had finally become his own man. I was hired because of who I am. Not because of who my father is or what he may be able to do for them.
A strong back, sharp eye and steadiness with a musket were highly valuable skills in the wilderness. At home they had been frowned upon.