Setting Boundaries with Food by Allsion Bottke

The listing for this book came at the same time I had just committed to helping two people I love very dearly get on the fast track to a healthier life style through diet and exercise changes.  I thought there might be something good in here for one or both of them.  While, this was not necessarily applicable to either of them, it was a good read and would be beneficial to many ladies who struggle with a distorted view of themselves and life in general in this world full of "quick fix band aid cures".

Allison got my attention in the first sentence.  She has been there.  She was morbidly obese.  She suffered abuse as a child and as a wife.  She was a single mother.  She was a successful model.  She suffered depression and survived prescription and illegal drug abuse as well as a suicide attempt.  She knows the emptiness of living without the Lord and the Victory of being one of His.  But what held my attention most of all was the way she addresses problems we can't solve with all the knowledge in the world of diet and exercise.  She deals with attitude.  She analyzes view point.  She reaches to the aching spirit.

In the end permanent changes for good health (or any difficult transformation) comes down to one thing... You have got to want it enough to stop making excuses.  You have got to believe you are worth it.  You have to believe you hold the power to overcome the obstacles.  And only with the Lord is any of that possible.

Fad diets come and go by the dozens a day but not one of them will ever work for permanent change.  I constantly find myself shaking my head at some of the attempts I see those around me making at a quick fix to their weight or health issues.  I know at the onset of each new diet craze that it will end in failure because it is only through using the body as God intended that we can truly be well spiritually, emotionally and physically.

Health and fitness have been joint passions of mine since I was about 12 years old.    As an asthmatic, I wanted to find ways of treating my breathing issues that didn't involve daily steroid use.  As a diabetic, I knew there had to be ways to control my glucose without pills and shots.  As a mama who has gained lots of pounds with every pregnancy, I knew there had to be a key to losing postpartum weight.  I have read and studied and applied both world and Biblical perspectives.  And, by God's grace, I've been blessed with good health.

Ladies often come to me for advice or encouragement on gaining control of their health, or to lose weight or to find ways to change their diet or exercise to feel younger and more energetic.  This being one of my passions, I am glad to share. I am sure I share way more than most people ever care to know.  It seems I see three types of women.  Those who get busy, make changes and reap life long rewards.  Those who start for a while but quickly give up.  Those who never get anywhere at all.  What is the difference between these three groups of women?

It's all in the heart.  As in most things in life, until you get to the heart of the matter there can be no true or permanent change.   Allison gets to those underlying issues.  With lots of personal examples she leads the reader from the cause to the cure through the Word and through practical steps.

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Today's Wild Card author is:

Allison Bottke

and the book:

Setting Boundaries with Food

Harvest House Publishers (August 2012)

***Special thanks to Ginger Chen of Harvest House Publishers for sending me a review copy.***

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Allison Bottke is the author of Setting Boundaries with Your Adult Children and Setting Boundaries with Difficult People,and the founder of the SANITY Support Group, an outreach based on the acclaimed Setting Boundaries " book series.. She has written or edited more than 27 nonfiction and fiction books, and is a frequent guest on national radio and TV programs around the country. www.settingboundariesbooks.com
www.AllisonBottke.com

SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

For the fourth book in her Setting Boundaries series, Allison Bottke turns to our relationship with food, and a problem affecting more than 200 million Americans obesity. Allison encourages readers to reject the insanity of dieting and deprivation and to focus on healthy relationships with food, self, others, and God.

Product Details:
List Price: $12.99
Paperback: 224 pages
Publisher: Harvest House Publishers
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0736926941
ISBN-13: 978-0-7369-2694-2

AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:

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For many years my life was a never-ending drama of crisis after crisis revolving around my drug-addicted son. It was absolute insanity—and it was not how God intended for me (or any parent) to live.

Before I was able to eventually write Setting Boundaries with Your Adult Children, the first book in the Setting Boundaries™ series, I had to first recognize my own enabling patterns of behavior and put a stop to the part I had played in continuing the vicious cycle of irresponsible behavior in my son’s life. Before God could use me to help others find sanity, I first had to learn how to stop trying to fix the mess my son was making of his life. I had to stop enabling his behaviors.

As I developed what I call the Six Steps to SANITY in dealing my son, I began to realize the futility of harboring negative feelings of guilt, frustration, anger, fear, and inadequacy. Those destructive emotions only hindered my ability to resolve the daily drama of those years. Instead, I began to focus on developing new strengths that helped me break free from the bondage of the poor choices my son was making. I learned I had to make better choices myself.

Today, thousands of parents and grandparents around the world have joined me in finding freedom from the exhausting cycle of enabling our adult children. Together we have found sanity by recognizing and identifying false conceptions about our adult children and ourselves. We have begun replacing those destructive lies with spiritually empowering truths.

Over the past few years, God has been showing me how the same SANITY principles (outlined in Part Two of this book) that helped me establish the necessary boundaries regarding my son’s life can be applied to the challenging issues I faced with food and obesity. It’s from that conviction that I write the books in the Setting Boundaries™ series—the conviction that God alone can help us set the necessary boundaries and enable us to make the right choices, bringing us right-side up in whatever issue we’re dealing with.

The Common Denominator

While there are countless emotional, circumstantial, or even physical reasons why so many people struggle with their weight, there’s one common denominator that all of us who struggle share—and that, of course, is food itself.

We can “just say no” to enabling our adult children, or allowing difficult people to hurt us. We can put alcohol and other drugs out of our lives—we don’t need either substance for survival. Yet it’s impossible to “just say no” to food, for without it we would die.

But that doesn’t stop us from trying, does it? We try to “just say no” to food by skipping entire meals or going days, weeks, even years in some cases, eating little to nothing, determined to be in control of food and the weight it adds to our bodies. At its worst, this control issue with food can result in life-threatening illnesses such as anorexia, bulimia—or, on the other end of the spectrum, heart attacks, diabetes, and the host of other maladies that can stem from overeating or from eating the wrong foods in excess.

Many of us, in a brave attempt to lose weight, have tried to eat and drink according to some sort of regulated system typically based on two key components: deprivation and reward. In short, in an effort to lose weight we’ve developed an unnatural attention on food while we starve our spirit, soul, mind, and even our body itself of the nourishment it really needs. By dieting, taking pills, using exchange lists and points, and counting calories, fat grams and carbohydrates, we have been trying to make food behave instead of changing our own behavior.

Setting Boundaries with Food isn’t about making food behave; it’s about replacing our focus on food with something far more fulfilling. It’s about making a series of choices that can free us not only from the pounds that weigh down our bodies, but also from the worry, anxiety, and stress that weigh heavy on our hearts, souls, and spirits. It’s about choices that can bring us into a bountiful relationship with a loving and nurturing God, who can fill the empty places no amount of food can ever reach.

To do this, we must seriously address the emotional and spiritual hunger many of us have ignored. The truth is that we must heal our bodies and souls from the inside out—not from the outside in.

A Reflection of Character

In this fourth book in the Setting Boundaries™ series, I’m going to challenge you to give up destructive dieting and unhealthy eating patterns for the last time—to say goodbye to the vicious cycle that has held you prisoner in your own body for years, perhaps even decades.

With so much attention focused on what foods to eat or not to eat, or by ignoring nutrition needs entirely, many of us have stopped paying attention to why we’re even eating in the first place.

Are we really hungry?

Do our bodies actually need fuel, or are we feeding something else entirely?

The truth is that many of us have never learned how to separate food from feelings. Instead of managing our emotional needs and the internal frustrations related to growth and change, we’ve fallen into harmful habits of either clinging to food or depriving ourselves of it. We habitually overeat and under eat, habitually watch the numbers on our scale increase and decrease, and habitually start and stop one promising diet after another. When it comes to eating, we’ve developed many unhealthy and even dangerous habits.

A habit is a pattern of behavior acquired by frequent repetition that reflects the prevailing character of a person. Have you ever thought of your habits as a reflection of your character? As Christians, our character should reflect the character of Christ. We are not born with habits. We develop them—and we can make the choice to change them.

Together, we’re going to address the part our emotional needs play in our relationship with food. We’re going to see how reorganizing our relationships and understanding our responsibilities can help us set healthy boundaries—boundaries that more deeply reflect the character of Christ. And all the while, we’ll be growing spiritually and developing new habits of emotional self-control.

Looking for Love

Many of us have confused the empty space in our stomach with the one in our heart, stuffing one while ignoring the other.

I struggled for decades with my weight as a result of emotional overeating, even for a time becoming morbidly obese. I know what it’s like to feel trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of dieting, deprivation, despair, and disgust. Weight-related insecurities consumed me for the majority of my life. In fact, there was a time in my twenties when suicide appeared a better option than living another day in an overweight body that I hated. Imagine that—preferring death to being fat.

The truth is that the elephant in the room (sadly, the perfect metaphor) regarding excess weight is our pain and inner emptiness—none of which can be dealt with through fad diets. Some of us, having finally realized the futility of diets that don’t address our real hunger, end up treading water from day to day as we desperately try to juggle poor relationships with our loved ones, coworkers, and even with ourselves, due to our poor self-image. We go to sleep at night wondering how we can get through another stressful, boring, unfulfilling, or horrid day. Emotional and physical fatigue has rendered us all but powerless to see the light at the end of the tunnel. In fact, it’s often said that many people feel like the light at the end of the tunnel is nothing more than an oncoming train, which is certainly how I felt years ago when my weight soared dangerously close to 300 pounds.

Life-Saving Surgery

For me, as a Christian woman, one answer came as a result of prayer. Having been diagnosed as morbidly obese, I knew I had to do something to change my life. As I prayed, I decided to look into the admittedly hot-button topic of gastric bypass weight loss surgery. Because it turned out to be a viable starting place for me, I’ve devoted an entire chapter to this option in this book.

Weight loss surgery (WLS) isn’t for everyone, and should never be considered as a panacea for rapid weight loss. While it was an effective tool that helped me lose weight quickly and regain the physical mobility I had lost, it didn’t erase the old tapes replaying in my mind, nor did it remove old habits. There are still times when the magnetic pull of the refrigerator is powerful—when food seductively calls my name when I’m not physically hungry. There are times when the trials and tribulation of life seem too big to handle and I find myself being enticed back into my old habits, returning to the false comfort and safety of food.

While I’ve maintained a 120-pound weight loss for over a decade, the journey to true weight loss freedom came when I discovered the connection between healthy boundaries, spiritual nourishment, and maintaining successful long-term weight loss. Now, I’m keenly aware that my obesity stemmed from boundary-related issues, and my old habit of retreating from emotional pain to the comfort of food was my preferred form of self-medicating. The abuse of food was my attempt to self-soothe and regulate my emotions. Plus, carrying extra weight provided me with a false sense of safety. Protection. It’s a good way to keep people at a distance.

When I’ve told my story, others have confided to me that they have felt the same way. Perhaps you do too. Perhaps you know that your hunger for food is a search for comfort—an attempt to self-medicate the inner emptiness you feel.

I do understand. That’s why I’m writing the book. I know from personal experience that it is possible to break the cycle of insanity that holds us captive.

My Prayer for You

Today, instead of trying to control my food with the latest fad diet or weight loss trend, I rely on the Six Steps to SANITY that I teach in this book to help me focus on spiritual food. This has sustained me over the years as I’ve learned more about the role healthy boundaries and balance plays in virtually every aspect of life.

The Six Steps to SANITY can bring hope and healing to hurting hearts. During the course of writing—and living—the Setting Boundaries™ books, I’ve found strength I never knew I had. You can find this strength as well.

But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint (Isaiah 40:31).

This scripture passage has brought me great peace in my journey to set healthy boundaries in many areas of my life and to live the abundant life God has promised. Many of us who deal with the very visible challenge of obesity often have far less visible challenges to overcome. We’ve spent years hiding behind pounds of pain.

Our lives are incredibly complicated—and often our relationships even more so. As with many of us who find setting boundaries difficult, I came from a fractured family where dysfunctional relationships thrived. I never met my mom’s mother, and my dad’s mother was a rather taciturn and stoic individual. I don’t have many warm and fuzzy grandma memories, but I do remember that she made the best lemon meringue pie. We seldom talked one-on-one, but I vividly recall her words one day when I was a very young girl sitting in her tiny kitchen in Toledo, Ohio. I watched as she added one ingredient and then mixed it in, stopped to add another ingredient, and then mixed some more. Thinking I had come up with a brilliant timesaving option she’d never thought of, I proudly offered some great advice. “Grandma, why don’t you just throw everything in the bowl and mix it all at once?” I asked. “That would be easier.”

“The easiest way isn’t always the right way,” Grandma sternly replied, without missing a beat or even looking up to acknowledge me.

That simple exchange was a lesson that stuck with me over the years, and it comes to mind now as I write about the importance of following a progression of six steps on our journey to set healthy boundaries—whether it’s with food, adult children, toxic parents, or difficult people.

The right way isn’t necessarily going to be the easiest way.

When it comes to confronting issues, breaking habits, and ushering in transformational change that will have lasting implications, there is a right way to find sanity. We already know there’s a wrong way—our extra pounds testify to that.

That said, what is the right way—and how do we find it? How do we find sanity in the insane situations and circumstances of life?

It all begins when we reorganize our relationships and understand our responsibilities.

Know Your Ministry by Marilyn Hickey

This was a quick and easy, yet informative read.  It was very clear and easy to read as the author draws no assumptions as to what the reader might already know yet does not become overly technical and cumbersome with details.  I  read this in two hours while watching Carmella play in her little pool.

Marilyn discusses seven ministry gifts given to Christians at the time of salvation.  I liked her format she used for each chapter and found it made this a more readable book than some which tend to become very labor intensive.  In each chapter she defines a gift and discusses the characteristics of a person with that specific gift.  She uses many examples to help the reader understand the gift she is talking about.  Mrs. Hickey goes further to tie in excellent Bible examples of people who had various gifts.

My favorite aspect of this book was her Guidelines for each gift.  So  many times we use our gifts in such a way that they injure others or hurt our ministry or testimony.  I found her suggestions to be dead on and very practical to someone who would want to use their spiritual gift to its fullest extent.

As is the case with any book or video review, my endorsement of this book does not give a blanket endorsement for Marilyn Hickey or her ministry.  While I believe this book could be a useful tool for Christians, I do not agree with other aspects of Marilyn's ministry.

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Today's Wild Card author is:

Marilyn Hickey with Sarah Bowling

and the book:

Know Your Ministry: Spiritual Gifts for Every Believer

Whitaker House (June 26, 2012)

***Special thanks to Cathy Hickling of Whitaker House for sending me a review copy.***

ABOUT THE AUTHORS:

“Encouraging, optimistic, upbeat and energetic” are just a few of the words used to describe her, and at age 80, Marilyn Hickey is still going strong. In recent years, she’s ministered in Sudan, Israel, Jordan, Egypt, India, China and Pakistan – she’s been to 130 countries over the past 50 years and hopes to visit many more. She also speaks in cities across the U.S. for Bible Encounters and at “miracle breakfasts”. Founder and president of Marilyn Hickey Ministries, many have heard her on radio, seen her on TV, or read one of her many books, pamphlets, or Bible study guides over the years. Most recently she has released The Names of God, Spiritual Warfare, Total Healing, and Your Pathway to Miracles with Whitaker House. Marilyn and her husband, Wallace Hickey, are the founding pastors of Orchard Road Christian Center, Denver, Colorado. They have two grown children, five grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren.

Sarah Bowling is Wallace and Marilyn Hickey’s daughter -- her mission is “to make a radical, eternal difference in today’s world.” She is a Bible teacher, international speaker, author, senior pastor and founder of Saving Moses, an organization dedicated to reducing infant mortality worldwide. Sarah serves as vice president of Marilyn Hickey Ministries and co-host with her mother on the TV show Today with Marilyn and Sarah which reaches 2.2 billion households worldwide. Sarah and husband Reece are senior pastors at Orchard Road Christian Center, Denver. Sarah has taught, traveled, and ministered in over 40 countries at Bible Encounters, healing meetings, and women’s,  pastors’, and leaders’ conferences.



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SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

In Know Your Ministry: Spiritual Gifts for Every Believer, renowned Bible teacher Marilyn Hickey with her daughter Sarah Bowling collaborate to present an enlightening overview of the seven foundational gifts of the Holy Spirit found in Romans 12. They demonstrate how the passage offers insights on discovering one’s gifts and calling from God through personal examples, biblical illustrations, and practical application, and lead the reader to discover his or her primary gift. Once identified, the authors explain how one’s core gift relates to and works in tandem with other gifts and how it fits into God’s purposes in the wider Body of Christ. The authors offer direction and encouragement on how to apply and act in one’s area of giftedness, how to renew enthusiasm for serving others, and how to be being fruitful while carrying out God’s purpose in life.

Product Details:
List Price: $11.99
Paperback: 128 pages
Publisher: Whitaker House
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1603745025
ISBN-13: 978-1603745024

AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:

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Chapter 1

The Foundational Gifts

For as we have many members in one body, but all the members do not have the same function, so we, being many, are one body in Christ, and individually members of one another.

—Romans 12:4–5

Know Your Ministry: Spiritual Gifts for Every Believer will help you to discover your purpose and destiny. You may think that is a bold statement, and it is. But I can make it based on the Word of God and on my own experiences through the years, as I have applied this enlightening teaching about the foundational gifts to my own life and also taught others how to apply it to theirs. Likewise, I can make this statement with assurance: reading this book will be a very personal experience for you as you learn more about who God has marvelously created you to be.

Most people want to know their purpose. Nobody wants to just stumble around in life. At some point, we all wonder, “What am I meant to do on this earth? What direction am I supposed to take?” If you don’t know where you are going, you won’t know when you get there, and your life will be out of sync.

       To answer the above questions, we must understand that we have a corporate purpose, as well as a personal one. As believers, “we, being many, are one body in Christ, and individually members of one another” (Romans 12:5). God has called each of us to a special role in the body of Christ, for the mutual benefit of all. Confusion over their unique roles is a primary reason why people lack purpose.

Uncertainty About Our Callings

Many times, we try to operate in areas of ministry or vocation to which we have not been called. We may try to imitate ministries we admire because of our uncertainty about our own places in the body of Christ. The results can be devastating: we become frustrated and discouraged and do a disservice to the people to whom we are trying to minister.

For example, have you ever come across a particular ministry and decided, “I’m going to do exactly what they are doing”? Many years ago, my husband, Wally, and I were assistant pastors at a church in Amarillo, Texas. Every morning at 9:00 a.m., several of us met to pray. One woman in particular was a true intercessor. After an hour of prayer, the rest of us were ready to stop—but she was just warming up! I admired her so much that I—not God—decided that I had a similar calling on my life. One day, I said to her, “God has called me to be an intercessor—just like you.”

But, to my surprise, she replied, “No, He hasn’t. You respect me, so you’re trying to latch onto my position in the body. Marilyn, you need to pray and ask God what He has really called you to do.” That was very wise spiritual advice that I am glad I listened to.

At other times, we may try to compete with other Christians. Before Wally and I entered the ministry, I met a woman who was a great soulwinner. She would go to a hospital to minister and end up leading ten to fifteen souls to Christ. I thought, If she can do it, I can, too! She won fifteen souls to Christ, so I’ll win twenty! Was that desire spiritually motivated? No. Actually, it was “carnal”—I was thinking according to the fallen nature rather than according to the Spirit. (See, for example, Romans 8:5–10.) I was trying to compete with my sister in the Lord. Why did I do that? Because I didn’t know where I belonged in the body of Christ.

At still other times, we may wonder why we don’t feel comfortable in the roles others expect us to fill. Before I understood the foundational gifts, I felt out of place, trying to fulfill a role that was not in line with the gifting God had given me.

My husband and I had started a church in Denver, Colorado, and the congregation had certain expectations of me. People often assume that a pastor’s wife ought to carry out specific functions in the life of the local church, and, sometimes, that was troublesome for me. For instance, many pastors’ wives seem to be musical. I am not. I didn’t play the piano or the organ, and I didn’t sing well. But the people thought I should lead the worship. Well, if I had led the worship, nobody would have worshipped! In addition, I was called upon to lead the women’s missions projects, which involved rolling bandages, making certain items for people who had leprosy, and sewing blankets for infants and children. These activities involved a lot of sewing, and I couldn’t sew well. Frankly, even though I knew such projects were very worthwhile, I found them boring.

What did I like to do? I liked to teach the Bible. So, I taught an adult Sunday school class. I also led home Bible studies, giving women an opportunity to invite their neighbors who were not Christians to meet and study the Bible over a cup of coffee and a cookie—and people would get saved!

Even though I loved teaching, I felt out of sync because, again, my abilities weren’t in line with those of many other women who were married to pastors. I thought I wasn’t a good pastor’s wife, and I felt very unspiritual. Yet my life was totally turned around when I learned about the foundational gifts. I saw what my gift was and how satisfied I was when I was operating in it, and I didn’t try to function primarily in the other six gifts, even though I did learn to operate in them more as I grew in my faith. I thought, I see who I am in the body: I’m a teacher. There is nothing wrong with my wanting to teach the Bible. I was so happy to see that God had made me that way. Before the foundation of the world, He planned to give me certain talents and abilities to use for Him. (See, for example, Psalm 139:13–16.)

This knowledge gave me a confidence in what God had prepared for me to do, as well as an ability to trust in the grace He had given me to accomplish it. It also released the measure of faith that God had already placed within me to function in my gift of teaching the Bible. (See Romans 12:3.) I realized that I wasn’t out of place; I wasn’t some “crazy” pastor’s wife who was going to hurt her husband and his ministry. On the contrary, I was going to be a blessing to my husband and to the church.

Seven Blessings from God to the Church

In order to be effective as we minister to others, we must know where we truly belong in the body. When you understand your spiritual purpose and recognize the spiritual power contained in that purpose, life is just awesome. It is encouraging and comforting. Why? Because you don’t have to compare yourself to anybody else or try to be somebody you are not. You will become the person God created you to be.

In this book, we’re going to discover the seven wonderful “foundational gifts” God has given the church: prophecy, serving, teaching, exhortation, giving, organization, and mercy. Seven is the number of completion, and the Bible says that we are complete in Christ. (See Colossians 2:10.)

I’ve been able to apply the truths of these foundational gifts to my life in exciting ways, and I’m eager for you to apply them to yours, too. I know they will help you to discover your God-given purpose and direction in life, just as they did for me.

And, as you study the foundational gifts, you will not only be able to identify your own gifts, but you will also gain insight about and respect for other people in the body of Christ. You will see what motivates your brothers and sisters in the Lord, and you will clearly understand how much you need them. In fact, when you observe the seven gifts in operation throughout the body of Christ, you will see Jesus’ complete ministry. Sometimes, we want to be the “Lone Ranger”—we want to ride into the sunset, calling, “Hi-ho Silver, away!” In other words, we want to do it all. But we need each other; and, if every gift is not in operation, we miss the completeness of Christ.

You may be thinking, Is it possible for me to have more than one foundational gift? As you study the gifts described in the following chapters, you may—and probably will—recognize that certain traits of more than one gift are operational in your life. Most of us are used in a number of ways when we make ourselves available to Jesus for His purposes. But there will be one gift (possibly two) that you will identify with most closely and be most comfortable exercising, and through which you will obtain the most success in ministering to others. This gift is your greatest strength. Whether it is prophecy, serving, teaching, exhortation, giving, organization, or mercy, it is your foundational gift.

At the end of this book, there is a gifts assessment test, entitled the “Foundational (Motivational) Gifts Evaluation,” which we have used successfully at Marilyn Hickey Ministries for many years. It will help you to confirm your primary foundational gift. It will also indicate your secondary gift—the one in which you are the next strongest.

When you see what your primary gifting is, you will begin to recognize and understand God’s purpose for your life. This is why knowing your gifting is vital. And, once you have identified your gift, you will notice how it flows through all your spiritual activity within the body. For example, if you counsel others, and your foundational gift is mercy, you will be a merciful counselor. Allow the Holy Spirit to lead and guide you in this study of the foundational gifts. He will reveal your perfect position within the body of Christ.

Through the seven foundational gifts listed in Romans 12, God has shown us in a beautiful way that each of us does, indeed, have a divine purpose and destiny. What is your purpose? What is the power for living and for ministry that He has placed in your life? It is found in one of the foundational gifts explained in the following pages. I invite you to pray now that you will come to recognize your gift as you read Know Your Ministry: Spiritual Gifts for Every Believer.

Dear heavenly Father,

I thank You for giving me a unique foundational gift. I realize that it is not through my own works, but through Your grace, that I have received this gift. Father, I promise to be available to minister in my gift whenever You call me to do so. And I promise to keep my mind renewed to Your Word, so that I will know what Your perfect will is. Now, Father, as I study the various foundational gifts, I ask that Your Holy Spirit would reveal to me the identity of my unique, special gift. In Jesus’ precious name, amen.

High Desert Haven by Lynnette Bonner

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Today's Wild Card author is:

Lynnette Bonner

and the book:

High Desert Haven

Lynnette Bonner via CreateSpace (DATE)

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

The daughter of missionaries, Lynnette was born and raised in Malawi, Africa. After graduating high school from Rift Valley Academy, a boarding school in Kenya, she attended Northwest University in Kirkland, Washington where she met her husband, Marty. They married in 1992 and moved to Pierce, Idaho a few years later.

Marty and Lynnette have four children, and currently live in Washington where Marty pastors a church and Lynnette works as an administrative assistant.




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SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

Is Jason Jordan really who he says he is?
Everything in Nicki's life depends on the answer.

Oregon Territory, 1887

When her husband dies in a mysterious riding accident, Nicki Trent is left with a toddler and a rundown ranch. Determined to bring her ranch back from the brink of death, Nicki hires handsome Jason Jordan to help. But when William, her neighbor, starts pressing for her hand in marriage, the bank calls in a loan she didn't even know about, bullets start flying, and a burlap dummy with a knife in its chest shows up on her doorstep, Nicki wonders if this ranch is worth all the trouble.

To make matters worse, terrible things keep happening to her neighbors. When her friend's homestead is burned to the ground and William lays the blame at Jason's feet, Nicki wonders how well she knows her new hand - and her own heart.

A desperate need. Malicious adversaries. Enticing love.
Step into a day when outlaws ran free, the land was wild, and guns blazed at the drop of a hat.

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High Desert Haven

THE SHEPHERD’S HEART SERIES, Book 2

Copyright © 2012 by Lynnette Bonner. All rights reserved.

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High Desert Haven is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. All other characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination.

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TO MY PARENTS:

DUANE AND SYLVIA STEWART

 A truer example of walking in God’s Grace and Mercy would be hard to find.

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AND TO MY SIBLINGS:

BETHANY AND HERB,
 JON AND PATTI,
 MELISSA AND KEVIN

 I love you all and am so glad I can call you family twice—once through our own blood, and once through Christ’s.

Acknowledgments

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            Once again, I owe much thanks to my English-teacher mother. I can honestly say I wouldn’t be here, writing this sentence, if it wasn’t for her encouragement along my writing journey.

Lesley, my crit-partner-extraordinaire, thanks for all your input. I’m so thankful God brought you into my life. I truly appreciate you (even when I’m grumbling through a rewrite).

Psalm 23
 A PSALM OF DAVID

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The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
 He restores my soul;
 He leads me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
 Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.
 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord Forever.

             

           

           

Prologue

 California

 July 1883

A

s Dominique Noel Vasquez methodically scrubbed clothes in the tub of soapy water, she listened to the quiet, strained tones of her parents who sat against the shady side of the house.

            Scorching afternoon sun shone on the hard-packed, earth yard of the small adobe hut. Heat waves, radiating from every sun-baked surface, turned the landscape into a shimmering sepia blur. Dead brown land lay in every direction; the only hint of green life was the small scraggly plot of corn that would hopefully feed the family for the year to come. Even the wheat struggling to grow added to the dull brown vista. A solitary chicken, scratching for a meager meal, sent small puffs of dust filtering across the yard and a lonely cow, the children’s only source of milk, rested her head on top of her split-rail fence and let out a low bellow.

            In this heat everyone should have been down for a siesta, but on this day only the smallest children of the household were resting. Tension rode the heat waves.

            Dominique plunged harder and glared at the clothes. The creditors had come again this morning. Last year Papa had been forced to borrow money for seed, and now for the second season in a row the rains had failed them. There were no crops; they were down to their last chicken; the one cow’s milk was needed by the children; and the creditors were howling for their money like a pack of hungry wolves hot on the scent of lame prey.

            Nicki tossed an angry glance at the sky. “Lord, where are You when we need You?” Sweat trickled down her temple and she rubbed it roughly across one shoulder as she shook out a little skirt with more vigor than necessary and tossed it across the line. Gentle conviction washed over her. She was throwing a bigger temper tantrum than two-year-old Coreena did when Papa told her “No.”

            Nicki’s anger eased. “Forgive me, Lord. You alone know and care about our plight. But if there were anything I could do to help Mama and Papa, You know I would do it.” She paused in her prayer, thinking, then continued, “What is there to do, Lord? Show me what I can do to help.”

            Mama called across the yard, interrupting her prayer. “Nicki, you work too hard. Sit! Rest! We will finish the washing when it is cooler.”

            “Almost done, Mama. Then I will rest.”

            “That girl!” Mama turned to Papa but the rest of her words were drowned in a dry, hot breeze.

            Nicki smiled. Mama often castigated her for working too hard, but with twelve children, nine of whom were still at home to feed and clothe, Mama needed and appreciated all the help she could get.

            Silence reigned for a time. The only sounds filling the afternoon air were the soft swish, plunge, and gurgle of Nicki’s washing and the giggling of her two younger sisters splashing each other with cool water by the well. Nicki gave the last small shirt a snap and deftly flipped it onto the line where the laundry was drying. Dumping the soapy water in front of the door, which helped keep the dust down, Nicki hung the wooden bucket on its nail and moved to carefully empty the contents of the rinse bucket on the one small rosebush at the corner of the hut.

            “Girls, please!” Juanita Vasquez called from the shadow of the house to Rosa and Juna, who were getting a little wild and loud with their splashing game. “I have just gotten Manuel to sleep. Quiet!”

            This sent the girls into another gale of giggles. Their mother’s voice had been twice as loud as theirs. But when Papa tipped his sombrero back and glared at his two wayward offspring, the giggles ceased immediately.

            Nicki shook her head fondly at her sisters’ wayward ways and sank to the ground next to Mama, suppressing a groan of satisfaction as she leaned back against the cool adobe wall. She was tired. All morning she had helped Papa haul water from the well to carefully water their acre of wheat and corn. A large enough plot to hopefully get them through another year. Later they would repeat the process, because watering with buckets did not soak the ground like a good rain would, and the crops needed plenty of water if they were to produce well.

            Nicki closed her eyes, trying to ignore Mama and Papa’s furtive conversation.

            “The chicken, Carlos?”

            “Mama, the chicken will not bring in enough to get us through one day, much less pay the money we owe.”

            “Yes. You are right, of course, and it has stopped laying, so we don’t even have the eggs from it anymore.” Mama sighed. “Ahhh, maybe we should have chicken tonight, sí?”

            Papa sighed at Mama’s little joke. “We could sell the cow.”

            “Papa, she is the only milk for the children. I would like to keep her if we could.”

            Hot tears pressed the back of Nicki’s eyes, and she leaned back against the wall. What were they to do? Papa would be taken to jail if he didn’t come up with the money by next week, and then they would all die for sure. The creditors would take their meager crops to recoup as much of their money as they could. They wouldn’t care that they’d be leaving a woman and her nine children to starve to death. Where was Juan when they needed him? Were he here, he’d think of some way to make the money they so desperately needed.

            A slight breeze rustled the dried grasses, and Nicki pulled her skirt up around her knees, not caring that Mama would chastise her for such an unladylike action. The small breath of fresh air was worth it. Reaching up, she brushed at the long wisps of black hair that had escaped her braid and rubbed the perspiration from her upper lip. She wanted a drink of water but felt almost too tired to get up and get it. Eventually the thought of the cold water won out. She shifted forward. Mama and Papa could surely use a drink as well. “Child, you don’t sit still for even a minute! What are you heading to do now?”

            “A drink, Mama,” Nicki said lovingly. “Would you like one as well?” She pushed herself up from the wall.

            Mama’s voice turned tender. “What would I do without you, child?”

            Nicki chuckled. She was hardly the child her mother kept insisting she was. At seventeen she more than carried her weight, but Mama didn’t like to see her children grow up. Nicki remembered Mama calling Roberto “my little man” on the day of his wedding! Those had been happier times, Nicki thought as she walked to the well. The rains had been good in those years, and debt had not hung over the little adobe hut and its occupants.

            As Nicki cranked the lever that would pull the bucket up from the depths of the well, she scanned the horizon and stiffened. “Papa.” Her tone held a soft warning. Someone was coming on the trail.

            Papa rose and stood by her side. Nicki pulled the bucket toward her, filling the dipper with cool water. If the creditors had come to take her papa away, he would go having just drunk his fill from the chilled water of his own well. She handed the dipper to her father. He drank, never taking his eyes off the rider heading their way, then handed the dipper back. Nicki filled it and moved toward her mother, who still sat in the shade, tears filling her eyes.

            “They said not until next week.” Mama’s words stabbed a knife of pain through Nicki’s heart. Whatever happened, Nicki knew Mama would die a slow death once Papa was taken. Not from starvation, but because the love of her life would be gone.

            Fierce determination filled Nicki as she marched with the empty dipper back toward the well. Tossing back a gulp of water, she wiped the droplets from her chin and pivoted to glare at the man coming into the yard.

            She froze. He was not the man who worked for the bank.

            “Howdy.” The man tipped back his dusty, black hat and smiled down at Carlos. The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. His gaze flicked past Papa and came to rest on Nicki. Considerable interest flamed in their depths. He nodded to her, the smile now reaching his eyes, and touched the brim of his hat in a one-fingered salute. “Ma’am.” He ignored Papa and spoke directly to her. “I was thinking how nice a cool drink of water would be. I’d sure be appreciating it if I could light a spell.”

            Carlos stepped between Nicki and the newcomer, effectively blocking his view. “Draw fresh water, Dominique.” He stretched his hand toward the man, indicating he could dismount. “Welcome.”

            But Nicki could hear an edge in his voice. This man could mean trouble.

            “Obliged.” He nodded and swung from his saddle. The man was tall, had graying hair, steely blue eyes, and a wad of chewing tobacco stuffed in his cheek. He stretched his hand toward Carlos as Nicki pulled up a fresh bucket. “Name’s John Trent.”

            Papa took his hand. “Carlos Vasquez.”

            Mr. Trent studied her over the dipper as he drank his fill. Nicki averted her eyes but held the bucket for his next dipperful. She had received more than her share of such looks and knew what he was thinking. For although this man would say nothing to her in front of her father, the men down at the cantina showed no such qualms whenever Mama found it necessary to send her there. The thought of their suggestive remarks burned a blush across her cheeks. John Trent lifted the dipper again and raised his eyebrows in amusement.

            Papa made small talk about the long hot spell as Nicki pulled buckets of water from the well for the man’s horse, but Nicki didn’t miss the looks John Trent kept throwing her way.

            When he mounted up to ride out, Mama, still seated in the shade, gave an audible sigh. Nicki couldn’t deny she felt plenty relieved as well.

            Just as he arrived at the crest of the trail, the man paused, and Nicki stiffened. John Trent rubbed a hand across his face and said something to himself, then swung his horse once again toward their adobe. His eyes raked her more boldly this time as he pulled to a stop in their sun-baked yard.

            Leaning his arms casually on the horn of his saddle, he spat a stream of tobacco into the dust, turned toward Papa, and brazenly asked, “How much for the girl?”

            Nicki and Mama gasped in unison.

            The bucket in Nicki’s hands crashed to the ground, splashing water over her feet. Quickly she bent and picked it up. She spun on her heel and marched toward the well to return the bucket to its hook. The audacity!

            Papa spoke with authority. “The señorita is not for sale.”

            John Trent’s eyes scanned the small house and the scraggly field beyond, then traveled pointedly to seven of Nicki’s brothers and sisters who had gathered in a little clump to watch the goings-on. Then he stared into Papa’s face before spitting another stream of brown sludge. “I think everything’s for sale as long as the price is right.”

            “My daughter is not for sale, Señor. I have to ask you to leave us now.”

            Ignoring him, Trent reached into the pocket of his vest and pulled out a coin. He tossed it to the ground near Papa’s feet.

            A twenty dollar gold piece! Nicki had not seen Mama move, but the audible click of a cocking shotgun cracked into the afternoon stillness. All eyes turned toward the door of the house to see her there, the gun aimed squarely at John Trent’s chest.

            Nicki’s eyes dropped to the money on the ground. That little piece of gold could save Papa’s life. It would get him out of debt and even give them enough to start over somewhere. Remembering her earlier prayer, she started to step forward.

            But Papa beat her to it. Picking up the offensive gold, he threw it toward John Trent as if it were too hot to touch. “She is not for sale!”

            Trent deftly caught the coin, pulled two more pieces just like it from his pocket, and tossed all three on the ground. “I want that girl. Now I am trying to go about this in a civilized manner, but if I have to, I will take her by force.” He sat up straight and casually rested a hand on his thigh near his gun.

            Nicki felt dizzy from the sheer shock of this proposition. Her eyes flashed from Mama, bravely holding an unloaded gun on the man insulting her daughter, to Papa, stooping to pick up the offensive coins, to the hand of John Trent inching toward his holster. She surprised even herself by what happened next.

            “Papa, wait!” She stepped forward. Sixty dollars! “I will go with him.” Her hands trembled as she smoothed the material of her skirt.

            “Nicki, NO!” Mama screamed.

            “Mama, por favor! The money! You will be free from all this trouble! I will be all right. God, He will go with me, sí?”“

            Dominique, don’t do this.” Papa’s words were thick with restrained emotion. “We will work something out with the bank. You take too much on yourself for one so young.”

            “Papa.” Nicki wrapped her arms around his neck. “You are the one who taught me to be strong, sí? Take care of Mama and make Rosa help her now.” Nicki pulled back, gazing deeply into his dark eyes, so much like her own, and rested a hand on his stubbly cheek. “She would have died without you, Papa.”

            She spun toward her mother, throwing herself into her arms, before the threatening tears could overflow. “Mama, te amo!” The choked words were all she could squeeze past her constricting throat. Would she ever see her beloved mama again?

            Nicki hugged her brothers and sisters in turn, giving them each a piece of advice on how to be helpful to Mama and Papa, drying their tears with her skirt and promising she would see them again someday. Going into the house, she ran her fingers across the baby-soft cheek of little Manuel, the only member of the household still sleeping through all the commotion.

            And then, head held high, she walked out into the searing sun and allowed herself to be pulled up onto the horse behind John Trent’s saddle.

            “Wait!” Mama ran toward her, carrying the family Bible. She pressed it into Nicki’s hands, making the sign of the cross and blessing her daughter one more time, as she had done every day since her birth.

            Nicki didn’t let her family see her cry, but as she rode away from the only home she had ever known, part of her felt like it died. She allowed herself the small luxury of quiet tears.

            They rode north for several days. Nicki was thankful that John Trent seemed to be a kind man. A justice of the peace married them in his dusty office in a small, one-street town that Nicki didn’t even know the name of. By evening, they were moving north again.

            They had been traveling for more than two weeks, making mostly dry camps at night, when Nicki heard her husband utter an oath of awe. It was mid-afternoon and Nicki, her forehead pressed into John’s back, was almost asleep when she heard his exclamation. Lifting her head, she blinked into the sunlight, almost unable to believe the sight before her.

            A lush valley stretched before them. A small creek meandered through its center, merging with the Deschutes River at one end. The Deschutes was normally inaccessible due to its steep canyon walls, but here the descent to the river was simply a long, smooth slope. Here and there a cluster of evergreen trees could be seen, but the verdant meadow was what had drawn John’s eye.

            It was like a vivid oasis dropped in the middle of the high-desert sagebrush they had been traveling through for the last week. The swaying grass was belly high to a good-sized horse.

            At that moment, Nicki knew she was looking at her new home. The valley was a rancher’s paradise, and John had talked of nothing else since their journey began. He wanted to become a rancher. A rich rancher. And this was where he would make his start.

            They made camp early, and Nicki sighed in satisfaction as she waded into the creek for her first bath in a week. She rolled her head from side to side, rubbing her neck, working out the kinks of knotted muscle.

            John waded in as well, and she stiffened as he slid his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck.

            Apparently sensing her tension, he sighed. “I’m gonna make you a good husband. You’ll see, Dominique. We’re gonna have one fine spread across this valley. One day you’ll wake up and realize what a good life we’ve had, and you’ll no longer regret the day you first met me.”

            Nicki bit her lower lip, hoping he was right. She didn’t think she’d be able to live with this dreadful despair all her life. She closed her eyes, missing Mama and the family. Willing herself not to cry, she stepped out of his arms and turned to give him a tentative smile, but her heart did not lighten.

            They found the soddy later that evening. There was also a run-down barn, a partially erected bunkhouse, and a corral all clustered on the lee side of a knoll just tall enough for the soddy. But the spread had long since been abandoned. The windowless house was dark, and when they lit John’s lantern, Nicki saw the spiders scurrying to escape the light. She shivered and went in search of some brush to use as a broom. Soon the room was cobweb-free, and they made a bed on the floor for the night.

            It was still dark the next morning when she heard John saddling the horse. She roused herself and set about making coffee. He only took the time for one cup before he rode out with a terse, “I’ll be back soon as I can.”

            He was gone for two weeks. When he came back, he informed her they would be staying.

           

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 Shilo, Oregon, in the Willamette Valley

 January 1887

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he tepid January sun struggled to warm the day, but this winter had been one of the Northwest’s worst in a number of years. The temperatures barely reached the teens.

            At the knock on the door, Brooke Jordan rose from scrubbing the kitchen floor and dried her hands on a towel. Pressing a hand to her aching lower back and resting one hand protectively on her rounded belly, she moved to see who it was.

            “Who do you suppose would be knocking on our door at this time of day?” she asked the unborn child.

            It had become her practice to talk to the baby during the day to ease the loneliness of Sky’s absence. Since they had moved back to Sky’s childhood home from the Idaho territory where they had met, Sky had gone to work as a deputy sheriff for his father and was gone most of the day. She missed him terribly but couldn’t bring herself to tell him, knowing how much he loved his new job, even though it kept him away from home for hours at a time.

            Swinging the door wide, Brooke gasped. “Jason!” She pulled the blond man, almost the spitting image of her husband, into her cumbersome embrace. “Come in! Sky and I were just talking about you last night, wondering where you might have gotten to.”

            Jason smiled as his eyes dropped to her midsection. “I see I’ve missed some news of my own while I’ve been gone.”

            Brooke’s grin broadened. “This isn’t the only news you’ve missed. Just let me send the neighbor boy to call Sky, and I’ll be right in. Make yourself at home.”

            Brooke waved him inside and headed for the house next door.

           

            Jason entered the little house, noting the bucket on the kitchen floor and the line delineating the clean side from the dirty. Hanging his black Stetson on the back of a chair, he bent down and took over where Brooke had left off.

            “Oh, Jason,” Brooke said as she came back into the house, “get up off that floor and sit down!”

            He grinned at her. “Not on your life. You just plant yourself in that chair right there,” he pointed toward the dining table, “and start filling me in on all the news I’ve missed.”

            Brooke sank into the indicated chair. “First I want to know all about what you’ve been doing. My, you’ve lost a lot of weight.”

            Jason hated the heat he felt wash his face. “Most of my weight was due to the fact I drank too much. Now that I’ve given that up, I can’t seem to keep the pounds on.”

            Brooke smiled tenderly. “We are so proud of you, Jason.”

            He nodded but did not look up. His life had changed because of his relationship with the Lord, not because he was so great a person. There was no reason for Brooke to be proud of him, but knowing she hadn’t really meant the words exactly as they sounded, he kept this thought to himself.

            “So tell me what you’ve been up to,” she prodded.

            “Oh, not much. I’ve punched a few cows here and there, but I thought it was time I came home to see how all the family was doing. I’ve really missed Marquis,” he said of his sister. “I would have stopped by there first, but your house was on the way, so I wanted to stop and say hello.”

            “Well, we’re all doing fine. As you can see—”

            The front door opened. “Jason!” Sky strode in. “Where’ve you been? Brooke and I were talking about you last night.”

            Jason and Brooke exchanged amused glances.

            “Sky.” Jason extended his wet, soapy hand, but Sky pulled him into a manly embrace. Then the cousins stepped back and eyed one another.

            “How are things?” Sky asked.

            “Fine.” Jason grinned. It was good to be home.

            “I mean with your relationship with the Lord,” said Sky.

            Jason grinned at Brooke again. “He sure knows how to get to the point, doesn’t he?”

            Brooke smiled in response, but her eyes held the same question.

            Jason swallowed and fiddled with the scrub brush. “I’m doing good, Sky. I’ve had my struggles, especially giving up the bottle, but I haven’t given in so far. God has given me the strength I needed every time.”

            “Praise God! We haven’t given up praying for you even for a minute.”

            “Thanks.” The one word could never express his deep gratitude. He tapped the scrub brush against his palm. “Brooke told me I’ve missed a bunch of news.”

            Sky sat next to his wife and took her hand. “Have you ever.”

            Jason bent to continue scrubbing the floor, curiosity filling him. “Well?” he asked, waiting.

            “Let’s see. First, you can see Brooke is expecting. We’ll have an addition to the family sometime around the end of this spring.”

            “Hopefully sooner than later,” Brooke said, reaching one hand to her lower back.

            Sky continued, “Then there is Sharyah. She’s finished her schooling and plans to find a teaching position for this fall.”

            Jason rocked back on the balls of his feet, letting the scrub brush hang between his knees. “Sharyah. Wow, I seem to only remember her as the little pig-tailed beauty who drove all the boys at the church picnics crazy ’cause she only had eyes for Cade Bennett.”

            Sky smirked. “Well, she still drives all the boys crazy, but I don’t know about her having eyes for Cade Bennett anymore. He’s been seeing a lot of Jenny Cartwright.”

            “Oh, honey!” Brooke voiced exasperation. Turning back to Jason, she rolled her eyes. “Men are so blind! Of course she’s still in love with Cade, but he doesn’t have a brain in his head where Sharyah is concerned. If he had a thimbleful of wisdom, he would have snapped her up a long time ago!” She emphasized her point with a snap of her fingers.

            Sky chuckled. “As you can see, Brooke and my family don’t get along very well.”

            Giving a mock frown, Jason agreed, “Yes, I can see that.”

            Sky went on. “Rocky is still a deputy in town. He, Dad, and I keep the town running criminal-free.” A twinkle leapt into his eyes. “And I guess that’s about all that’s new.”

            When Brooke spun, wide-eyed and incredulous, in Sky’s direction, Jason surmised that Sky had been teasing her and the largest piece of news would be forthcoming. He swiped his cheek against his shoulder and returned his concentration to the last section of the kitchen floor. Someday, Lord, if You’re willing, I’d like to have someone to love that way.

            After giving Sky a friendly punch, Brooke said to Jason, “Your cousin is deliberately withholding information from you, but maybe we shouldn’t ruin her surprise. You’d better go visit Marquis right away, though. She’d be terribly disappointed if you heard the news from anyone else.”

            “Is she all right?” Jason asked, tension crawling through his chest. “She’s fine,” Sky assured.

            Jason’s shoulders relaxed, but a niggling worry still clung to the back of his mind. “Maybe I’ll mosey on over that way.” He stood and picked up the scrub water. “Can I empty this for you somewhere, Brooke?”

            “Oh, to one side out the back door is fine.” Brooke waved him through the kitchen.

            As he made his way back to the front of the house, Jason grabbed his hat, trying not to let his worry over his sister’s news show on his face. He’d always been a little overprotective of her, since a childhood illness had robbed her of her sight. He had been gone for several years when he headed to the Idaho territory to exact revenge on a man that he blamed for their mother’s death. But he’d known that, since Marquis was living with his grandmother, she was in good hands. Since his return to the Lord, finding work had forced him away from his family, but he had faithfully sent Marquis money every month. Now he wondered what news Marquis could have that she wouldn’t have told him in her last letter.

            “I’ll head on over to Gram’s, then. It’s good to see you both…and congratulations.”

            Brooke embraced him once more. “Thank you for stopping by. On Sunday everyone is getting together at our place for lunch, so come on by and join us.”

            “I’ll do that.” Jason settled his Stetson and headed down the street to Gram’s house, which sat on the edge of the snow-bound little town.

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The Prineville bank was stuffy and hot. The teller had obviously forgotten to turn down the damper on the wood stove. The heat had felt nice to William Harpster for a few minutes after coming in from the single-digit temperature outside. Now, sitting across from the banker, Tom Roland, he frowned.

            Behind his desk, Tom mopped his sweaty brow and tossed an occasional irritated glance at the teller.

            William paid no attention to the teller. His eyes were fixed solely on the short, paunchy, balding Roland seated across from him. “I told you it would take some time.”

            “It’s been over two years!” The words were forceful but voiced low so as not to reach the ears of the clerk. “The Association is going to be running us off if we don’t come up on the good side of this deal. We guaranteed them we’d have the small-timers gone by next month. You said you could get the job done!”

            William’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think I don’t know that? You’re the one who said he was the perfect man for our plan! It’s not my fault he’s welching on his end.” His voice became a little too loud and drew a look from the curious teller.

            But at that moment a patron entered the building, taking the man’s interest off their conversation. When it was once again safe to resume, Tom’s pale blue eyes flashed. “Keep it down, would you? This is not my fault. First,” the banker held up one short finger, “his wife isn’t nearly as timid and withdrawn as you said. She’s made friends with over half the country, for goodness’ sake! Second, he’s no longer willing to go along with our plan. And now…” A third finger joined the first two. “You’re telling me you think he might have a herd of horses back in those hills that could pay off his loan?”

            William rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. Things just don’t add up. He’s been making his payments?”

            “Right on time, every time.”

            William sighed. There was only one way to ensure their plan would work. “We know what the Association thinks. But how badly do you want your share of that land?”

                       

Tom Roland dabbed at his glistening pate with a handkerchief. Then, leaning back, he lit a cigar and blew a ring of smoke in William’s direction. He wanted that land. The original owner had given up on ranching and moved back to Chicago, leaving the land up for sale. Tom had been tempted to buy the land himself, but then John Trent had walked into his bank. The only reason Tom had loaned John the money was that he was almost assured the gambler wouldn’t be able to come up with his payments. Then the land would revert to the bank, where Tom could discreetly snap it up at a lower price. That and the fact The Stockman’s Association had needed a scapegoat for their dirty work. But then John had developed a conscience. And, on top of that, he hadn’t missed one payment.

            Tom ran his handkerchief across the back of his neck. Five thousand acres of the finest range land in central Oregon, and half of it was to be his. Well, maybe more than half, but he was careful to keep that thought off his face. Yes. He wanted that land very much. But a couple of things bothered him. “What about his wife?”

            William smiled sardonically. “Let me worry about the little woman. Once John is out of the way, she’ll give up. There’s no way she’ll be able to make a go of it. They’ve only got two hands.”

            “The Stockman’s Association will break loose with all the fury of Hades if this doesn’t pan out,” Tom warned. “They were plenty upset that I let him buy that land in the first place. And if things don’t work out for me, you know they certainly aren’t going to work out for you, right?”

            “Things couldn’t be clearer. Have I ever let you down before?”

            Tom blew another ring. “No, William, you haven’t. But let’s make sure this isn’t the first.”

            William’s gaze hardened. “Tom, this better be the last time you need my services. A man’s patience can only be stretched so far.”

            “Just do your job, William. Do your job and let the future take care of itself.”

            The men glared at each other across the desk. Tom didn’t want to be the first to look away. Finally William conceded the battle.

            Tom looked down at his desk, pulling in a deep drag on his cigar. “Now, back to the job at hand. I think we both know there is only one way to solve this little problem.”

            The two men’s eyes locked. A silent understanding passed between them.

           

            William stood, straightened his cowhide vest with a tug, and placed his hat carefully on his head. He shook Tom’s fleshy hand and said loud enough for the teller to hear, “Thanks. You won’t regret making me this loan, Mr. Roland.”

            With that, he moved toward the door, stepping out into the cold. He took a cleansing breath of the refreshing air, then headed toward the livery, his boots thudding loudly on the boardwalk. He had a job to do back home. And maybe, just maybe, if he played his cards right, by the end of the year he’d be owner of some of the finest range land in Oregon, not to mention the husband of one beautiful, desirable Mrs. Dominique Trent. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth at the thought. Yes, indeed, now that was a dream worth chasing.