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  His Redeeming Bride

  Ruth Ann Nordin

  His Redeeming Bride - Smashwords Edition

  Published by Ruth Ann Nordin at Smashwords

  Copyright © 2009 by Ruth Ann Nordin

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Other Romances by Ruth Ann Nordin

  Dedication

  Dedicated to Janet Syas Nitsick and Valerie Roberts who make the WOW group a fun experience. Thanks for all your help with this book, and I enjoy our friendships!

  Chapter One

  Omaha, Nebraska

  June 1882

  Neil Craftsman handed his wife the divorce papers, glad to be rid of the mockery they called a marriage.

  Cassie grabbed the crisp white papers and turned to her lover and smugly smiled. “I told you he would sign them.”

  The fifty-year-old man with graying blond hair and a neatly trimmed mustache nodded, placing his arm through hers. “Good.”

  Though Neil was thirty-seven, the man who succeeded in taking his wife from him made him feel as if he were still a child whenever he peered down at him. Refusing to let John McCarthy note his apprehension, he shrugged. Turning his attention to Cassie, he asked, “Will you say good-bye to Emily before you go to St. Louis?”

  She twirled her wavy raven locks around her fingers, glancing demurely at John. “When are we due to leave?”

  Neil gritted his teeth. True, he silently thanked the miserable woman for leaving her daughter with him, but Emily would be devastated if she left without explaining that she had to leave. Not that he wished to tell Emily the real reason for Cassie’s departure. The poor girl suffered enough with the lack of motherly affection she received for the past seven years of her life. He gulped the lump in his throat, his heart aching for the innocent child. Say yes, Cassie. For once, think of someone other than yourself.

  “It would mean the world to Emily if you saw her one more time,” Neil insisted when John bent down to whisper something in her ear that made her giggle.

  John frowned at him and straightened his back. “I’m afraid we must board the next train as soon as we finalize this divorce. I wish to get home as soon as possible with my bride.” He turned to grin at her.

  She blushed and glanced down at her pink dress trimmed in white lace. It was more expensive than anything Neil could afford.

  “Cassie,” Neil said, his tone firm. “Emily is a person. She deserves to be told you’re leaving.”

  “Oh, Neil.” She sighed and shook her head, her shiny waves bouncing under her fancy hat. “I simply don’t have time. Besides, it would be awkward and I don’t wish to put her through that. You can do it for me. Tell her I had to visit a sick relative. She’ll believe you.”

  His face grew red, his fists clenched at his sides. “You can’t expect me to lie to her!”

  “Well...no. I suppose you’re right. Then I will send her a letter and explain things.”

  John cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes at Neil, his 6'3" frame seeming to tower over Neil’s 5'7" lean build. “This has gone on long enough. Good day, Mr. Craftsman.” He tipped his hat and led Cassie to the judge to make the divorce final.

  She offered him a helpless shrug as she obediently followed John.

  More likely, she followed his money. Neil shook his head in disgust and stormed out of the courthouse, glad to be rid of her once and for all. Since the day he found out that he wasn’t Emily’s father, he learned that Cassie bent the truth to suit her interests. Emily. Just the thought of his daughter caused his stomach to tie up in knots. What was he going to tell her?

  He untied his gelding’s reins from the post and jumped on the saddle. As he trotted out of town, a group of people clapped. Turning his attention to the source of the happy noise, he witnessed a newly married couple departing from a church. The groom gave his bride a kiss on the cheek, and she laughed. Then they turned their attention to the people in attendance and shook their hands and exchanged hugs.

  He scoffed, recalling how hopeful he had been the day he married Cassie. It had been almost eight years ago. He thought he was the luckiest man in the world. Beauty was highly overrated. It blinded a man to the things that mattered. Honesty, generosity, kindness, and love. Those were the traits that made a woman truly beautiful. What a fool I was. Never again. I’ll never fall in love with another pretty face.

  ***

  Sarah Donner clasped her hands together, anxious to greet her husband as he came through the front door of their house. She set his hat on the hatrack. She was so happy that she thought she might burst.

  “Good afternoon, Jim. How was your day?”

  He grunted and shut the door.

  Taking a deep breath, she said, “I have good news. I’m expecting a child!”

  He stood there for a moment, staring at her. Then he nodded. “Oh. That is good.” He patted her on the cheek. “Well done, dear.”

  Forcing down the sting of disappointment, she followed him to the parlor. “The doctor said we can expect the baby’s arrival in February.”

  He removed the newspaper tucked under his arm. Propping his feet up on the ottoman, he leaned back in his chair. The pages of the newspaper rustled as he opened it to the second page. “Good, good.” He glanced at her. “When will supper be ready?”

  She stood in the middle of the room, not sure if he really heard her or not. He was interested in his child, wasn’t he?

  “Supper?” he asked.

  She blinked and shook her head. “Um...It should almost be done.”

  “I’m starving.” He turned his eyes to the newspaper. “It was a long day at the factory.”

  Shifting from one foot to the other, she asked, “You did hear me?”

  He didn’t even look up from the paper when he said, “Yes. You’re with child. D
ue in February.” His gaze traveled to her. “I said it was good. Was I supposed to say something else?”

  Her countenance fell and her shoulders drooped. That was it. He wasn’t excited. He wasn’t even happy. He just accepted it. Since he had already turned his attention back to the paper, she exited the parlor without bothering to answer his question. She lumbered to the kitchen, her steps mechanical and heart hollow. She had hoped...no, she had prayed that this would be the thing to bring them close. She thought for sure he’d be delighted in her if she finally conceived. After all, they had been married for ten years without any success.

  She closed her eyes so her tears wouldn’t fall on the pot roast on the table in front of her. She took a deep cleansing breath, focusing on the sound of the birds chirping outside the open window. A breeze drifted through the room and caressed her hot cheeks that stung with the pain of another rejection. She should be used to it by now.

  A round of applause caught her attention. Pushing aside the yellow curtain, she peered across the street at the church as a bride and groom hopped on a wagon and waved to the group of well-wishers. It was a beautiful scene. One filled with hope and joy. An expectation of the future. Such a wonderful moment.

  She blinked back more tears and turned her attention to a lone horse rider. By his attire, she guessed he was a farmer. He wore dusty boots, a blue cotton shirt with a brown vest, denim pants and a Stetson hat. He had also paused for a moment to stare at the bride and groom, so she got a good look at him. Dark brown hair, tanned skin, strong jaw, proud chin, and broad shoulders. Yes, he had the look of a man who worked long hours with his hands in a field or with animals. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Neil Craftsman. She shuddered, as if looking at him would cause her soul to burn in hell. Everyone knew about his scandalous past.

  She returned her gaze to the happy couple, briefly recalling her own wedding. She was nineteen and Jim was twenty-six. He had been engaged to her older sister who ran off with another man. Jim didn’t want to marry Sarah but her parents felt obligated to offer her to him. They increased the dowry amount, and so he agreed. Sarah loved him and hoped that, given time, he’d return her love. She had been the blissful bride and he had been the dutiful groom.

  Gulping the bitter lump in her throat, she set the curtain back in place and returned to her pot roast which had finished cooling off. The aroma of fresh bread and cooked meat did little to ease her burden. Her life didn’t turn out the way she’d hoped.

  But she did have a child on the way. The thought brightened her mood. She would concentrate on the baby. While she cut up the roast and put a hearty portion on Jim’s china plate, she considered different names that would suit a girl or a boy.

  During the meal, Jim sat across from her at their small round table and read his paper as he chewed on a potato.

  She cleared her throat.

  He looked up at her. “What is it?”

  Absentmindedly cutting into the little that was left of her roast, she said, “I was wondering what you might like to name the baby.”

  Shrugging, he poked a cut up carrot with his fork and put it into his mouth. “You decide. It’s your child.”

  “It’s your child too. You’re the father. Perhaps you would like to name him after you, if it’s a boy.”

  “It doesn’t matter. I don’t need a namesake.”

  She hid her disappointment. “All right.”

  He nodded and returned to the paper.

  Sighing, she picked up their plates to put in the empty sink before she gathered their dessert. Placing his slice of pie in front of him, she watched him. He wasn’t a bad looking man, but he wasn’t handsome either. What exactly was it that made her fall in love with him all those years ago? It must have been his sense of responsibility, for she had never encountered a more honorable man.

  He folded his paper. “Rhubarb pie? Excellent choice, Sarah.”

  She returned his formal smile before sitting at her place to eat her slice. Though it was tasty, she didn’t notice its flavor.

  Afterwards, she cleaned the dishes and put them away. She did light dusting and made sure his clothes were laid out for the next day. He spent his time working on the household budget and reading a book. She knitted a blanket. Though they sat in the parlor together, they didn’t speak.

  When it came time to go to sleep, she settled into bed next to him. To her surprise, he turned to face her. Her heart leapt. Maybe he would be affectionate tonight.

  “Sarah, I was thinking.” His voice was low. “When the baby is born, I should take the other bedroom so you can be here when he needs you.”

  She hadn’t expected this. “What?”

  “The baby will need you to nurse him and change him. It will be easier on you if you are in the same room with him. Then you won’t have to get up in the middle of the night and walk down the hall to care for him.”

  She gripped the linen sheet in her hands. “Jim, are you happy about this baby?”

  She sensed him smiling in the dark. “Of course, I am. What kind of man would I be if I wasn’t?”

  When he leaned over to kiss her, she thought he might initiate lovemaking. She wanted to be close to him, so she snuggled up to him and got ready for him to deepen the kiss.

  But he didn’t proceed. Instead, he patted her hand and rolled back onto his side, facing away from her. “Now get some sleep. You need to rest.”

  Thinking of the baby so she wouldn’t cry, she turned onto her side. The mattress squeaked in protest, echoing the cry of her heart. She faced away from him and closed her eyes. No tears. Not tonight. She refused to spend the rest of her life hoping for a love that wouldn’t happen. She needed to focus on something else. Something with meaning. Her child. Yes. The baby would give her something to think about, something to anticipate. Of course. She would focus on the child. She took a deep breath and released it. The ache in her heart subsided. After what seemed like hours, she finally fell asleep.

  ***

  November

  Neil woke up with a start. The sheets fell off his body as he jumped out of bed. He shrugged into his robe and ran to Emily’s bedroom. “What is it? Are you hurt?”

  Emily sobbed, clutching her blanket up to her neck. “Pa?”

  He stumbled over a toy in the room as he searched her small dresser for the kerosene lamp. Finding it, he lit the wick. He adjusted the knob so the light cast a pleasant yellow hue across the small room. He hurried across the room and sat next to her. “Did you have another nightmare?”

  She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You won’t leave me, will you?”

  Sighing, he hugged her. “No, I won’t.”

  “I had a dream you left, like Ma did.”

  “It was just a dream.”

  “When will she come back?”

  This question never got easier to answer. He closed his eyes. “Honey, she’s not coming back. Do you remember what I told you? When she left, she had to go so far that she can’t return.”

  “Because her aunt got sick?”

  This lie didn’t get easier either. “Yes.”

  “Can we visit her?”

  “No, honey. We can’t.”

  She looked up at him with her big green eyes. “Why?”

  He couldn’t tell her the truth. He didn’t know if he’d ever have the courage to tell her. “Emily, we have a busy day tomorrow, so you have to go back to sleep. Do you have your doll?”

  She let go of his neck and lifted the blanket to search for the toy his mother had given her three years ago. Pulling it out, she held it up to him. “It’s here, Pa. I didn’t lose Cass.”

  If he could change one thing, it would be the name of the doll, but Emily wanted to name it after her mother. She thought her mother would be pleased, but Cassie didn’t care. Pushing aside the bitter memory, he smiled and brushed the dark curls back from her face so he could kiss her cheek. She looked so much like her mother. “Cass will help you sleep. Just hold her tight.” />
  “Will you keep the light on?”

  “Yes.”

  “Will you tell me a story?”

  If it would take her mind off of her mother, he would gladly do whatever she wished. Nodding, he tucked her into bed. “What story would you like to hear?”

  “The one about the little girl who found a magical world in the forest.”

  He chuckled. She often picked that one, and he guessed it was because she saw herself as the inquisitive child. He got halfway through the story when she fell asleep. He sat beside her for a few minutes, thinking of how much she brightened his life. His marriage to Cassie might have ended in disaster, but Emily was the greatest gift anyone ever gave him. It was the one thing he could thank Cassie for.

  Careful not to wake his daughter, he stood up and tiptoed out of the room. The cool floorboards creaked under the pressure of his weight, but he hardly noticed the echoing noise. He slipped into his cold bed, shivering as he willed the layers of sheets and blankets to warm him up. The heavy curtains hid the moonlight, creating a calm around him that he usually enjoyed. Closing his eyes, he waited for sleep to come.

  But it didn’t. He hated nights when he couldn’t sleep. When the activity of the day died down, nothing distracted him from the onslaught of loneliness that assaulted him. How he longed to have a woman in his bed, someone he loved who loved him back. There were just some things work, money, and a child couldn’t provide. He rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head, willing the morning to come so he could find ways to occupy his mind.

  Chapter Two

  January 1883

  Sarah struggled to get comfortable in the wagon as it bounced over the bumpy terrain of the farmland on the outskirts of Omaha. The biting chill stung her fingers as she held onto the quilt around her shoulders. The cloudy day threatened snow, which would be a godsend since it would force Jim to turn back and take her home. The baby in her womb kicked at her, increasing the discomfort in her ribs. She straightened up but another bump made her gasp and lean over to hold onto her wooden seat.