“Don’t people ever give up!” Ed Parker shook his head, motioned her closer. She looked at the giant man leaning back in his chair, with his booted feet propped up on a desk he made look much too small, and the last of her strength deserted her. “What’s going on, Viola? Is this about Goldie again?” “Gold?” The sheriff’s growl stopped her struggle. She shook off the memory, grabbed the door frame and tried once more to resist. You need the sheriff, not Mack Tanner, even if he is the mayor of Treasure Creek.” He opened the door of the new log building that served as the sheriff’s office and jail, and tugged at her elbow, urging her to step inside. This is a dangerous situation for both you and the baby. He shot her a look and tightened his hold. She shuddered at the memory, yanked against Thomas Stone’s grasp. Now my men will have to show you Richard Dengler is boss. “You show the little lady who’s boss, mister!” Her resistance was no match for his strength.Ī roar of laughter went up from a group of prospectors, who split to allow them passage on the walkway. “Let me go!” Viola dug in her heels and pulled at his strong hand gripping her elbow as he ushered her down the street. He has-” His hand slid down her arm, tugged. “Do you know where Mack Tanner is? He’s not in his store and I have to find him. “I found this in her cradle.” She bit her lip to stop a rush of tears, and shoved the ransom note at him. A low murmur started, hummed against her ears.Ĭonfusion leaped into the green eyes looking down at her. People near them on the street stopped, stared. “It’s Goldie-” Fear choked off her words. The concern in his voice squeezed at her throat. He was the missionary who had brought the injured stampeder into the clinic, when she took Goldie in to be examined. “Is it the baby? Has her health taken a turn for the worse?” “Are you all right, Miss Goddard? You seem distressed.” His green eyes darkened. The handsome man staring down at her frowned, tightened his grip on her upper arms. Viola wrenched her shoulders, pushed against a hard chest. Strong hands clamped around her upper arms, steadied her. She crashed into a solid, lean body, bounced off and staggered back, trying to get her balance. The baby! Goldie’s father had trusted her to care for his baby and now- Please, God, let Goldie be all right! Please keep her safe until I- “Oh!” Impervious to bumps and shouts, she dashed around and through the press of prospectors and townspeople on the board walkway, driven forward by the horror of the note crushed in her hand. Viola Goddard ignored their screaming need, held the hem of her long skirt out of the way of her feet and ran on. I count it an honor to have worked with you. You are both very talented and gracious ladies. And to the otherĪuthors of this Alaskan Brides continuity series,Īllie Pleiter and Linda Ford…what can I say? Thank you, Emily, for your patience and good humor Who skillfully walked me through the process of This book is dedicated to editor Emily Rodmell, With men it is impossible, but not with God, Dorothy enjoys hearing from her readers and may be contacted at Gold Rush Baby Dorothy believes in God, love, family and happy endings, which explains why she feels so at home writing stories for Love Inspired Books. When she is not writing, she and her husband enjoy traveling throughout the United States doing research and gaining inspiration for future books. Gold Rush Baby-Dorothy Clark, June 2011 DOROTHY CLARKĬritically acclaimed, award-winning author Dorothy Clark lives in rural New York, in a home she designed and helped her husband build (she swings a mean hammer!) with the able assistance of their three children. Perhaps that would help atone for her past.įind that love is the greatest treasure of all. Perhaps she could help him with his missionary work in some way. She blinked the film of moisture from her eyes and stole a sidelong look at Thomas from beneath her lowered lashes. She could only live on the fringe of their friendship, returning what help and service to them she could in exchange. Certainly not with a man of faith and integrity like Thomas. She did not truly belong with these good people. Guilt, sorrow and regret formed a heavy weight in her chest, pressed down on her already aching heart. She wanted so much to draw close to them all, to be a true friend to them, but friendship meant questions and confidences that she dare not invite. As would the opinions of those in Treasure Creek who had befriended her in spite of her standoffish attitude. Thomas’s good opinion of her would quickly change if he knew the truth.
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