Christy
Chapter One
"There it is," the marshal said, with obvious relief, doffing his hat to
indicate a meandering stream, winking with silvery patches of sunlight as it
flowed across the valley tucked amid the peaks of the High Sierras. Trees
bristled on all sides, ponderosa pine and Douglas fir mostly, so dense that
they appeared more blue than green, though there were splashes of aspen and
maple, oak and cottonwood here and there. "That's Primrose Creek. The town's
over yonder, about two miles southwest of here."
Christy stood in her stirrups and drew in a sharp breath. The air was soft with
the promise of a warm summer, and the view was so spectacular that it made her
heart catch and brought the sting of tears to her eyes.
Megan, riding beside her, drew in a breath and then exclaimed, "It's Beulah
Land!" She pointed eagerly. "And look - that must be Bridget and Skye's house,
there by the bend in the stream. Oh, Christy, isn't it grand?"
Some of Christy's own delight in their arrival faded. She and Megan had passed
the war years in Great Britain, at the insistence of their mother, Jenny Davis
McQuarry, who had kicked up c ... read full excerpt from Christy ebook
