Barbara Delinsky - Search for a New Dawn

To ERD,

my firstborn

Contents

This book is labeled A Classic Novel of Love

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It could have been any tavern in any town. 1

It was far from the easy ride that Rory had... 41

His comment had hurt much more than an... 74

Slowly and painfully, the facts became... 108

Few words were exchanged as Daniel and... 135

Daniel did not for a moment believe her... 163

Rory was to have plenty of time to

contemplate... 188

The next morning, Rory accompanied the... 209

But the nightmare had just begun. As the... 237

The early morning Seattle sun filtered... 273

This book is labeled A Classic Novel of Love

because it is indeed a classic, originally pub-lished in 1982, and a novel of love, shorterand narrower in scope than my more recentnovels.

It was originally written under the BillieDouglass pseudonym. Since readers now knowmy real name, I am using that on this reissue.The only other change you will find is thecover design. The title is the original one, as isthe story within.

I hope you enjoy reading Search for a New Dawn both as much as I enjoyed writing it, andas much as I enjoy rereading it today.

Barbara Delinsky

It could have been any tavern in any town. The lights were low and orange, the air smoke-tinged, the steady drone of conversational mumblings, disturbed only by the faint sound of the television from its perch high above the cordon of filled and half-filled bottles lining long shelves behind the bar, or the occasional coming together of metal boot and hardwood floor as a new customer joined the others. For a weekday afternoon, the tables were surprisingly filled, their red-and-whitechecked tablecloths, shabby at best, now rapidly wrinkling under the onslaught of elbows, fists, cans, glasses, ashtrays, and the incidental sloshing by a slightly tipsy patron. The faces were mostly male, mostly hard. 2

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They reflected the times as they reflected the place. For this was Whitehorse, at the edge of the Canadian wilderness in the Yukon Territory. Long gone were the days of the goldrush bonanza, when a man struck it rich in a single day. Rather, these men worked day after day, year after year, to support themselves and their families in one of the inevitably mine-related activities that supported the small northern community. Many were miners themselves, eking out a living in the painstaking search for zinc, lead, and copper; others were part of the tourism business, serving the increasing numbers of travelers who clamored north to relive those days in 1898 when now-legendary adventurers by the tens of thousands poured into the area in search of El Dorado.

The hands that raised frothy steins were, by and large, worn and callousedwith the notable exception of one pair, in a far corner of the room. Young, delicately tanned, and distinctly feminine, they were clasped tightly around a steaming mug of coffee, their owner so totally engrossed in her own thoughts that she did not hear the approach of heavily shuffling footsteps.

Cn I buy ya drink, swee-heart? The gravel-edged voice, slurred with drink and reeking likewise not six inches from her face, brought Rory Matthewss sandy head up with Search for a New Dawn

a start, and she as quickly recoiled from the gray face that hovered menacingly above her.

No! she refused forcefully, indignant that this derelict should approach her in the first place and unable to disguise the revulsion which swept over her at his grubby nearness.

Wha-smatter? he slurred on. Not good

nough fur ya?

Her better judgment, in a rare appearance, dictating that she not aggravate the man, Rory tempered her tone and ventured an excuse. Im waiting for someone. She had spoken no less than the truth, though when her brother might arrive was a question which any one of the strangers in the bar might have been better able to answer than she. He would certainly have received her message earlier today, or so she had been assured by the Mountie who sent it over the radio. Whether he would be able to leave right away to fetch herwhether he would want to leave right awaywas an entirely different matter. Oh, yes, she certainly was waiting for someone, but it could be a very long wait. To her dismay, the miner, or so she guessed him to be from his garb, was oblivious to her hint.

Aw, cmon. Lemme look tyer perty face a lil longer. This was unthinkable; if her brother wasnt already furious at her, he certainly would be, to walk into the bar and find 4

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her having a drink with a significantly sloshed local. As he reached for the empty chair beside her, she spoke again, anger now rising above the frustration and indignation at being saddled with this pest.

Id rather be alone. Her green eyes bored into him, cold and imperious, as all traces of patience vanished.

Humph! Hotsy-totsy rya? Too good fur thlikes ome, dya think? Well-ll, well see bouthat. He grabbed her hair before she knew what had happened, and painfully yanked her up out of her chair, her head strained back, his slobbering lips on the descentwhen, just as suddenly, she was released. Thick tawny lashes opened wide in astonishment as the man was sent sprawling onto the floor, having been bodily lifted and hurled by another of whose approach she had been unaware.

Get that man home! a deep voice commanded several of the other men who had watched the incident from start to finish, as had indeed the majority of the customers, Rory now embarrassingly noticed. Two burly men immediately lifted their friend and safely escorted him outside, as the tall one, who had so gallantly come to her aid, now turned to her for the first time.

Visibly shaken by the experience, Rory could muster no words, but merely glanced Search for a New Dawn

toward the stranger, as she unsteadily sat down again and reached up to rub the back of her head, still smarting from the drunkards grip. Never had she had an experience such as this before. Her slightest whim had always been heeded; unwanted attention had just never presented itself in her sheltered existence.

Are you all right, miss? The voice was as velvet smooth as the amber eyes that gazed down at her. She nodded, still unable to speak, as a delayed reaction of trembling set in. The man searched her face a moment longer, then raised several fingers to summon the already approaching waitress. Two white wines. You do have white wine, dont you? The question, directed to the waitress, suggested that this man was no more a regular patron of the tavern than was Rory.

Yes, sir. The girl nodded, scurrying off toward the bar, as the tall man helped himself to the free chair and Rory finally recovered her tongue.

Thank you, she began softly, not overly accustomed to expressing gratitude and feeling mildly awkward at doing so. That was frightening.

The mans expression became one of

amusement. Does white wine mean that much to you? he mocked.

Im not talking about the wine, she 6

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snapped, instantly annoyed that her gesture had missed its mark. That man... he came on so... She looked down at her fingers, thin and tapered, wrapped tensely about the coffee mug.

What are you doing here? The tone of voice was firm and accusing as the eyes studied her.

What do you mean? she asked, raising her face defiantly to his. She had begun this trip in an attitude of independence, and despite the setback moments earlier, she would likewise continue. No stranger would put her down.