Linda Lael Miller - A Creed Country Christmas
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LINDA LAEL MILLER
and HQN Books
The Montana Creeds
Logan
Dylan
Tyler
The McKettricks
McKettricks Choice
McKettricks Luck
McKettricks Pride
McKettricks Heart
A McKettrick Christmas
The Mojo Sheepshanks series
Deadly Gamble
Deadly Deceptions
The Stone Creek series
The Man from Stone Creek
A Wanted Man
The Rustler
The Bridegroom
And in spring 2010, dont miss a new crop of McKettrick men in Lindas brand-new trilogy, McKettricks of Texas!
Tate February
Garrett March
Austin April
Dear Reader,
When those hell-raising Creed brothersLogan, Dylan and Tylercame home to Big Sky Country to put down roots, the former rodeo cowboys created quite a ruckus with the women. Which raised the question for me and all you readers out there: Where did those rascals learn their rowdy, romancing ways? Relax, my friends, while I take you back to 1910 and Stillwater Springs for a holiday visit with the man behind the legends: Lincoln Creed. This cowboy with a Montana-size heart aims to lasso strong-willed Juliana Mitchell, a woman with a mission and a serious attitude.
I also wanted to write today to tell you about a special group of people with whom Ive recently become involved. It is The Humane Society of the United States (HSUS), specifically their Pets for Life program.
The Pets for Life program is one of the best ways to help your local shelter: that is to help keep animals out of shelters in the first place. Something as basic as keeping a collar and tag on your pet all the time, so if he gets out and gets lost, he can be returned home. Being a responsible pet owner. Spaying or neutering your pet. And not giving up when things dont go perfectly. If your dog digs in the yard, or your cat scratches the furniture, know that these are problems that can be addressed. You can find all the information about theseand many othercommon problems at www.petsforlife.org. This campaign is focused on keeping pets and their people together for a lifetime.
As many of you know, my own household includes two dogs, two cats and four horses, so this is a cause that is near and dear to my heart. I hope youll get involved along with me.
May you be blessed.
With love,
For Jean Woofter
With love and gratitude
Stillwater Springs, Montana
December 20, 1910
T he interior of Willands Mercantile, redolent of saddle leather and wood smoke, seemed to recede as Juliana Mitchell stood at the counter, holding her breath.
The letter had finally arrived.
The letter Juliana had waited for, prayed for, repeatedly inquired afterat considerable cost to her prideand, paradoxically, dreaded.
Her heart hitched painfully as she accepted the envelope from the storekeepers outstretched hand; the handwriting, a slanted scrawl penned in black ink, was definitely her brother Clays. The postmark read Denver.
In the distance, the snow-muff led shrill of a train whistle announced the imminent arrival of the four oclock from Missoula, which passed through town only once a week, bound for points south.
Juliana was keenly aware of the four children still in her charge, waiting just inside the door of a place where they knew they were patently unwelcome. She turned away from the counterand the storekeepers disapproving gazeto fumble with the circle of red wax bearing Clays imposing seal.
Please, God , she prayed silently. Please .
After drawing a deep breath and releasing it slowly, Juliana bit her lower lip, took out the single sheet folded inside.
Her heart, heretofore wedged into her throat, plummeted to the soles of her practical shoes. Her vision blurred.
Her brother hadnt enclosed the desperately needed funds shed asked formoney that was rightfully her own, a part of the legacy her grandmother had left her. She could not purchase train tickets for herself and her charges, and the Indian School, their home and hers for the past two years, was no longer government property. The small but sturdy building had been sold to a neighboring farmer, and he planned to stable cows inside it.
Now the plank floor seemed to buckle slightly under Julianas feet. The heat from the potbellied stove in the center of the store, so welcome only a few minutes before when she and the children had come in out of the blustery cold, all of them dappled with fat flakes of snow, threatened to smother Juliana now.
The little bell over the door jingled, indicating the arrival of another customer, but Juliana did not look up from the page in her hand. The words swam before her, making no more sense to her fitful mind than ancient Hebrew would have done.
A brief, frenzied hope stirred within Juliana. Perhaps all was not lost, perhaps Clay, not trusting the postal service, had wired the money she needed. It might be waiting for her, at that very moment, just down the street at the telegraph office.
Her eyes stung with the swift and sobering realization that she was grasping at straws. She blinked and forced herself to read what her older brother and legal guardian had written.
My Dear Sister,
I trust this letter will find you well .
Nora, the children and I are all in robust health. Your niece and nephew constantly inquire as to your whereabouts, as do certain other parties .
I regret that I cannot in good conscience remit the funds you have requested, for reasons that should be obvious to you .
Juliana crumpled the sheet of expensive vellum, nearly ill with disappointment and the helpless frustration that generally resulted from any dealings with her brother, direct or indirect.
Are you all right, miss? a male voice asked, strong and quiet.
Startled, Juliana looked up, saw a tall man standing directly in front of her. His eyes and hair were dark, the round brim of his hat and the shoulders of his long coat dusted with snow.
Waiting politely for her answer, he took off his hat. Hung it from the post of a wooden chair, smiled.
Im Lincoln Creed, he said, gruffly kind, pulling off a leather glove before extending his hand.
Juliana hesitated, offered her own hand in return. She knew the name, of coursethe Creeds owned the largest cattle ranch in that part of the state, and the Stillwater Springs Courier , too. Although Juliana had had encounters with Weston, the brother who ran the newspaper, and briefly met the Widow Creed, the matriarch of the family, shed never crossed paths with Lincoln.
Juliana Mitchell, she said, with the proper balance of reticence and politeness. Shed been gently raised, after all. A hundred years ago a thousand shed called one of the finest mansions in Denver home. Shed worn imported silks and velvets and fashionable hats, ridden in carriages with liveried drivers and even footmen.
Remembering made her faintly ashamed.
All that, of course, had been before her fall from social grace.
Before Clay, as administrator of their grandmothers estate, had all but disinherited her.
Mr. Creed dropped his gaze to the letter. Bad news? he asked, with an unsettling note of discernment. He might have had Indian blood himself, with his high cheekbones and raven-black hair.
The train whistle gave another triumphant squeal. It had pulled into the rickety little depot at the edge of town, right on schedule. Passengers would alight, others would board. Mail and freight would be loaded and unloaded. And then the engine would chug out of the station, the line of cars rattling behind it.
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