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Irish Western #4
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July 2013
On Sale: July 9, 2013
287 pages
ISBN: 0989709914
EAN: 9780989709910
Kindle: B00DV5UXDA
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Prologue
Ireland 1872
"Dry yer eyes, Jessi." When she sniffled and mopped her
eyes with the back of her hands, he added, "There's a lass."
"Don't go, John," she whispered, knowing he would. Heart
in her eyes, she watched him hug his mother, turn and start
walking up the gangplank to the ship that would take him
across an ocean wider than her thirteen–year–old
mind could imagine. Devastated that he would leave,
desperate to make him stay, she called out to him.
He stopped, turned back and walked over to where she
stood. Sighing, he traced the line of her jaw with his
fingertip and spoke softly. "While I'm gone, don't break any
hearts, lass."
She shook her head. Impossible, when she'd know exactly
what it felt like to have one breaking in her own breast.
Whether he took the shake of her head as meaning she
would do as he asked, she didn't know or care. The pain
ripping through her child's heart nearly drove her to her
knees. She'd loved John Reilly for as long as she could
remember. In that moment, she aged ten years. Jessi Keely
Fahy still appeared gangly and scrawny on the outside, but
inside, she had a woman's heart, and it was broken.
As if sensing something was bothering her, more than
just his leaving, John touched the tip of his finger to her
nose, tapping it. "You'll be the first lass I'll kiss when I
come home."
"In five years, then?" Widow Reilly asked as a whistle
sounded the ship's imminent departure.
"Aye," he answered, turning toward the ship and
sprinting for it. Leaning over the railing, he called out,
"I'll write!"
Watching the ship slip away from the dock, Jessi knew
the next five years would be the hardest of her life. But a
promise was as good as a man giving his word. The only
difference, in her eyes, was that a man's word was
immediate, his promise . . . well, that was for the future.
"Oh, lassie, I'll miss me boy." Mrs. Reilly finally
broke down and started to cry.
When Jessi saw the first tear spill over onto the older
woman's cheeks, she felt the dam break inside of her. The
two stood together on the dock, hearts shattered, tears
flowing as the man they loved sailed off to find his place
in the world.
Lord, Jessi prayed silently, Please let his place in the
world be wherever I'm standing.