The Logger's Christmas Bride
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Can Vi and Steve find a way to be together, and can she make sure this isn't her last Christmas in the Oregon Country?
Kathleen D. Bailey
Kathleen Bailey is a journalist and novelist with forty years' experience in the nonfiction, newspaper and inspirational fields. While she's always dreamed of publishing fiction and has three novels in print, her two Arcadia projects, Past and Present Exeter and War Monuments, made her fall in love with nonfiction and telling real people's stories. Shelia Bailey is a freelance photographer living in Concord, New Hampshire. She enjoys traveling around her state and New England looking for the perfect shot. She recently coauthored Past and Present Exeter, along with shooting the contemporary photos for New Hampshire War Monuments.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Viola's father insists she must go back east to finishing school. Viola wants to stay in Oregon. She cares deeply for her family and knows how much they need her. Then she falls in love with Steve. He's a good man, but he's a logger and there isn't much hope for the two of them to be together. They both realize they must trust in God's plan and not their own. This was such a wonderful historical. I enjoyed every minute of it.
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The Logger's Christmas Bride - Kathleen D. Bailey
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But now thus saith the Lord that created thee, O Jacob, and he that formed thee, O Israel, Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine. When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee. ~ Isaiah 43: 1-2
The Oregon Country
Autumn 1846
"Such pretty little feet. Hope you don’t freeze your toes off!’
Viola Chivers spun around at the laughing male voice. And what business is it of yours if I do?
The creek water was cold, this late in the year, this high in the mountains. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
The stranger picked his way down the rocky slope to the creek. Sure footed, though his boots looked held together with twine and a prayer. He was tall, with thick dark hair and broad shoulders under his plaid flannel shirt. Handsome, not that she cared.
You look like a wood nymph,
he said in that same teasing tone.
Viola felt a blush coming as she swung her feet out and dried them on a corner of her shawl. How would a logger know what a wood nymph looks like?
I don’t.
The man’s big shoulders lifted in a shrug. I’ve read about them. And how do you know I’m a logger?
What else was there here in the Klamath Mountains of the Oregon Country?
I’ve seen you in the village,
the man was saying. You’re Mr. Chivers’s daughter, aren’t you? What are you doing way up here?
Drinking in the beauty of this land, her land, before she had to leave it, probably forever. Memorizing the dew on a leaf, the mournful cry of a spotted owl, the feel of cold, clear creek water on her bare feet. Storing it up, like a squirrel stored food for winter.
Not that it was any of his business, however appealing he was with those brown eyes and that square jaw. That deep voice laced with laughter. She’d seen him in the village, too. He would have been hard to miss.
Just wanted to get out of the house,
she said instead. No crime against that, is there?
Careful to keep her back to him, she pulled her stockings over her reddened but dry feet. She could feel his amused gaze on her, even though she couldn’t see it.
Well, there were still surprises in these woods, and that was why she wanted to stay here.
~*~
Steve Miller watched the bent golden head, saw the blush build on the girl's neck.
Old Man Chivers’s daughter was appealing from a distance, stunning up close. Small and slender, her cheeks pink from the cold, wisps of gold escaping from her thick braid. Blue eyes with thick lashes, the way he liked them. Blue eyes relaxing into friendliness, not the hauteur he’d have expected from the mill owner’s daughter. Hauteur, his word of the day from Noah Webster’s dictionary. Viola Chivers was an educated woman. Would she care that he was trying to better himself?
Nobody had yet.
And she wasn’t for the likes of him, even if she wanted to be. Chivers would see to that or one of his giant blond sons.
Lord, help me to know my place, and to be grateful for the place I have. He’d worked hard enough to get there.
Viola Chivers did make a pretty picture, sitting by the cold rushing creek, the autumn sun slanting through the trees, catching her yellow hair. But he had to get out of there. He tipped an imaginary hat. Good day, Miss Chivers. Got a stand of trees waiting for me.
Wait.
He turned. Was she really calling him back?
What’s your name?
Stephen Miller.
At least he thought it was, and the orphanage had deemed it good enough.
~*~
Vi whistled to Darby, her gelding, and mounted effortlessly. They’d been riding these trails together for three years, ever since Pa had bought the mill from Mr. Hall and up and moved them all to the Oregon Country.
Her country.
Darby carried her down the mountain without much direction, and she was free to think of Stephen Miller. She’d noticed him at the mercantile. Also, when the freighters came in shepherding a load of logs to her father’s sawmill. He’d always seemed a little more refined than the other loggers, in his interactions at the store or the blacksmith’s. She’d never seen him coming out of the saloon, which was unusual for a single logger. And she’d wondered what he was like.
Not that she’d ever find out.
The pine and fir trees rose up around her, evergreen against the blinding blue bowl of sky. The first bite of an autumn chill rode the late afternoon air. The first leaves from the hardwoods fluttered down around her as Darby picked his way down the hill and into the hollow. Hall’s Mill, the huddle of buildings she called home, lay spread out beneath her. The settlers’ shacks, the inn, the livery stable, the mercantile. Her family’s lumber mill.
How she loved this place.
Welcoming smoke rose from the chimney of her home. The Chivers house was one of the few substantial buildings in the settlement, a large log cabin with its own barn. Pa had built to last, as he did everything. She dismounted and led Darby to his stall, where she rubbed him down and gave him some cracked corn. She hung her saddle on a peg.
Her brother, Jedediah, poked his head out of the hayloft. I’ll finish him up. Pa wants to see you.
He swung himself down from the loft. Tall and broad, he had the same flaxen hair and light skin as Vi and their brother, Micah, looks that were a gift from their English Saxon mother. But he also had his father’s quick frown. Does Pa know you’ve been riding astride?
He won’t if you don’t tell him.
Vi gave him a quick grin, and though Jed grumbled a little, she knew she was safe. She had never unpacked her sidesaddle. She wouldn’t know what to do with it here.
A fire crackled in the hearth, and the big kitchen welcomed her as she hung her shawl on a peg. Her stepmother was slicing potatoes, her back to Vi, her black braid swinging with the rhythm. But Lily was thin, too thin, she looked like a little girl from the rear.
Vi reached for the knife. Lily, let me do that. You go rest, or visit with Pa.
Lily’s face was thinner too, and Vi had to work to remember the vibrant, young Seminole woman Pa had brought back from a business