"Life and loving means taking chances facing insurmountable odds"
Reviewed by Sandra Wurman
Posted November 22, 2009
Romance Historical
Back in August of 1899 Alaska was rough and yet there were
those brave souls facing harsh elements to carve out a life
where civilization had yet established. There was the
question why someone chose to leave a big city with its
amenities and face an uncertain future. But people did
settle in places like Skagway and its surrounding
countryside digging for gold and establishing ranches. These
little communities needed medical care and nurse Victoria
Windhaven was willing to travel when the need occurred. But
some destinations were more difficult and hazardous to get
to and for one she hired a bodyguard for her trip into the
wilderness. How was she to guess it would be Brant MacQuaid.
There was history between these two. After his betrayal and
abrupt departure leaving her sister Sarah to face the
heartache of their broken engagement Brant was sure that he
would never have to face Victoria again. His career as a
bounty hunter usually took him to places that a sweet
gentile young lady would never be. But as their travels
proved Victoria was surprisingly able to adapt to most any
condition. Brant also came to realize that Victoria didn't
judge him as harshly as his family back home had and the
more time he spent with her, the more he realized he
desperately needed her approval. Victoria had moved to
Alaska to escape the disproval of her family. Both were
trying to stake a claim in this fledgling place doing what
they did best, Victoria taking care of the sick and Brant
pursuing criminals and bringing them in for justice. It
wasn't until someone she cared for was kidnapped and held by
a gang that Victoria realized that Alaska needed protection
by people like Brant who had the skills and guns to stop
them. And the longer they were together the more powerful
the pull between them. Life without Brant would be void of
passion. But he wasn't willing to give up working as a
bounty hunter and she couldn't see living with the fear of
his getting hurt or worse. Both would soon have to face
whether life was better together or apart and time was not
on their side.
Have you ever been to Alaska? It is a great place to visit
but its people still have to adapt to amazing climate
changes and living conditions. There is no more proof of
this then walking through the streets and coming across a
moose. Kate Bridges shows us a very dangerous point in the
development of this land. Those with real moxie made it,
others became statistics. Civilizing territories is nasty
business and Bridges didn't pull any punches. But the way
she tempered the bad with the courage of the good made this
an interesting foray into a part of our history. Enjoy.
SUMMARY
In need of a bodyguard on her mission into the Alaskan
wilderness, nurse Victoria Windhaven is shocked to recognize
the hired gun as none other than Brant MacQuaid—a man she
had thought never to see again! Brant, now a notorious
bounty hunter with a burning passion for justice, had once
betrayed her. But closely confined in the stagecoach by
day, and even more closely combined under the stars by
night, Victoria can't help but dream of turning this
renegade into ideal husband material….
ExcerptSkagway, District of Alaska, late August 1899That familiar and arrogant way he moved captured her
attention. Wearing a tan leather vest and black shirt that
barely spanned his wide shoulders, Brant MacQuaid strode
down the path as though he still thought he could part the
Red Sea. His granite eyes flickered at the stagecoach
driver, then he turned and headed straight for her. Her
heart leaped. He'd changed a great deal in the five years
since Victoria Windhaven had last laid eyes on him. He was more of a man. I don't care, she told herself. He was one of three men
who'd deserted her at a time when she'd needed him to stay.
She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how
devastated she'd been. With her pulse rushing, Victoria shuffled beneath her skirts and stood in the morning light that slanted over
the livery stables and cast shadows on their well-oiled
stagecoach. Stable hands around them calmly pitched straw
and walked horses, unaware of her moment of reckoning. Her partner on this journey, young medical student Cooper
Sullivan, was huffing in exertion as he tried to swing his
suitcases up beside the driver. Brant reached her side, still a head taller but so much more
filled out. Last she'd heard, he was hundreds of miles away,
hired as a trail guide in the Klondike. Maybe he'd even
tried his own hand at staking gold. She sucked in the dusty air. Fighting for poise, she gripped
her medical bags. "What are you doing here?" "Morning." His voice was as deep and razor-sharp as she
remembered. He tilted his hat in mock salute. "Pleasure to
see you, too, Victoria." His eyes cornered hers. "Rumor was you were in Dawson." "Old rumor." He was as annoying as ever. What did it matter? She was
leaving town and owed him nothing. Not even the slightest
social grace. He looked over her shoulder toward the inside of Colburne
Stables. Wasn't even able to meet her eyes. Maybe his guilt
had finally caught up to him. The cad. His gaze returned to her face. She tilted one shoulder at him. "This stage is private. If
you've bought a ticket, keep it for the next one." "Don't need a ticket." Then he added in a more personal
tone, "You're a long way from St. Louis." She ignored his attempt to get reacquainted. "Let me say
this again. This coach is for the medical team heading to
Glitter Mountain." "I heard you became a nurse." "And I never heard what more became of you." Not until last
year, but she'd rather play innocent than admit she'd
exchanged a thread of gossip about him. "If I thought you cared about my well-being, I'd tell you." Now he really was too much. With a whirl of her skirts, she set down one of her bags and
opened the coach door. She called over her shoulder in a
dismissive manner, "I'll be leaving town for two or three
weeks, so you won't have to worry about that. Enjoy your
solitude." "Can't say I will." She wheeled back to him again. Hot sunshine blasted her
cheeks beneath her cowboy hat. The hat was much sturdier and
offered more protection from the weather than a bonnet.
"What do you mean?" "I'm going with you." She squared her jaw. "I've just explained. This coach is for
me, that young man, and—" she peered around Brant's
obnoxiously wide frame, looking for another man "—our
bodyguard." Something in his dark eyes intensified, and her stomach
fluttered in a silent warning. "Oh, no." Alarmed, she stepped back a few paces. "Don't tell me.
Please don't tell me…" "Got hired last night." "What happened to Harry? He went with me in the spring." She
peered desperately around the stables. "He knows the
backwoods up and down." "Expecting his brother on a ship, any day now. Harry prefers
to stay here and greet him." "What about John?" Her voice rose another octave. "John
Abraham?" "He's already up there. Took a group on an expedition to the
mountains, looking for gold. My orders are to bring you
there. He'll bring you back." "But the deputy marshal…" Her mouth ran dry. "Go ahead and talk to him. He's the one who hired me." Her stomach tightened into a lump. He peered over her
shoulder again. What was he looking at? Were the men behind
her more interesting than what she had to say? She was
speaking about his job. His focus returned. Those sharp gray eyes she'd once found
charming were now untrustworthy. "Up to you. You could make
your patients on the trail wait a day or two, till they find
you another bodyguard. Or you can relax—for once in your
life—and accept my services." The nerve. Outrage pounded through her, just as Cooper stepped up
beside them. He was a slender young man in a tweed wool vest, studying to
be a doctor and here for the summer from Philadelphia. He craned his head at Brant. "You qualified, mister?" Brant smirked. "Land's sake," she sputtered, her thoughts still on Brant's
insulting comment. "You're the one who was wound up so tight—" Before she could finish, he pulled a gun from his holster so
fast at her, she squealed and dropped her remaining bag. He
leaped toward her. She shut her eyes for a second, but heard
no gunshot. Just the sound of his footsteps raced behind her. She opened her lids and wheeled around at the commotion. Men
inside the livery stable halted in the midst of their chores
to watch Brant jump over the stall boards and leap at three men. "Stop!" Brant hollered. But two of the men ran. The one holding the reins of a horse
swung at Brant. Brant ducked, then jumped up and punched the
stranger in the jaw. She yelped. Always looking for a fight. Always. When the man hit the floor, two stable hands rushed to keep
him down as Brant pursued the others. He caught them as they
raced through the back doors into the corral. He collared
one, wheeled him around and slugged him in the gut. When the
second stranger doubled over, Brant raced to catch the
third, twenty feet into the field. Brant shouted again, "Stop! Horse thief!" The man kept running. Brant reached him, yanked him by the
shoulder and punched him, too. She closed her eyes at the fighting. When she opened them
again, the stable hands had taken over the scene, patting
Brant on the back, getting the story from him. She heard only snatches. "… recognized one from Dawson…
wanted for bank robbery." Victoria sank onto the floor of the stagecoach behind her,
grappling for air. Her heartbeat roared through her chest.
Cooper stood with his hands on his hips, equally thunderstruck. How was she going to deal with this man? A barbarian, the
way he used his fists and his body. Blazes, why did he have to be so good at violence? She did a quick calculation of time. She was already
starting a week late due to the delays here in Skagway—the
banker's broken ankle, heart trouble for the minister's wife
and the fatal stroke of the poor tinsmith. Yesterday,
trappers had told her there was already snow in the
mountains. It would reach the valleys soon. There was no
more time to delay this journey. Folks depended on her,
since a nurse only made it up the coast twice a year. And
this trip was different. The most vital reason for going to Glitter Mountain was to
check on the gold miners injured in the cave-in. It had already taken a couple of weeks for the news to reach
them in Skagway. She had to see how the broken bones were
mending, and ensure the men were getting out of bed every
day, moving their muscles and working their lungs. A bodyguard was essential. The trail was thick with
dangerous strangers—failed gold miners looking to rob anyone
they crossed, men who hadn't laid their eyes on a woman for
two years, and criminals who'd fled justice from the lower
states. She studied the group of men before her. With softer words,
the stable hands indicated they'd haul the three thieves to
the jailhouse by themselves if Brant was in a hurry to leave
with her. Brant dusted off his black Stetson and returned to the
coach. His black hair, vivid in the sun, dipped around his
ears. And there was that long, irritating stride. When he
faced her again, she noted the tiny new-to-her creases at
his eyes, the leaner jaw and the calm control he had over
the situation. He hadn't been so calm in St. Louis. Damn him for his competence. He gazed at her, then Cooper. "You satisfied with the deputy
marshal's pick? Or you want to call for someone else?" She jumped to her feet, her starched blouse still crisp from
the morning iron. The excitement and fear of what she'd just witnessed raced
through her muscles. The moment throbbed with unspoken
words. But she didn't want to give him an inch. Cooper broke the stalemate. "I guess you are qualified, mister." She pushed past this…this hired gun to get her bags. "Of
course he is. Used to be a bounty hunter. With the same
killer instinct as a rattlesnake." She didn't mean the words as a compliment. But with a vexing
nod of amusement, the familiar gunman tugged his hat onto
his head and had the gall to dismiss her to speak to the
driver. She grated at the sound of her name coming from his
throat. "Thank you kindly, Victoria." "What took you so long?" Victoria snapped at Brant from
inside the stagecoach as he approached forty-five minutes later. Hell, he thought, adjusting his hat as he eased into the
tight quarters, this woman needed to relax. If she were a
porcupine, her quills would be in a spiked position, ready
to strike. He shifted his long legs opposite hers. The driver, Gus
Newly, a thick man with scruffy gray hair, shut the door. Brant tossed his hat on the seat beside him and leaned
forward, nice and close. He jammed one knee firmly between
hers. "The deputy marshal wanted a written statement. He
also needed to speak to the three other witnesses." He
leaned back in frustration. His boots shuffled on the
planks. "And I did not appreciate you trouncing in and
asking about John Abraham when we were in the middle of the
statements." "I wanted to make sure he's meeting us at Glitter Mountain
and taking us home. You don't expect me to just take your
word for it." She drew in her rib cage, yanked on the
fabrics of her skirt and tucked her knees away from his,
avoiding all contact. On the other side of her, the boy-doctor hastily looked away
from Brant's glare and amused himself by staring out the
scratched glass window, all the while stealing glances at
Victoria. Brant tried not to watch the medical student watching her,
but there was little else to amuse him. What a strange couple, thought Brant. They looked too young
to be medical saviors. Not the choicest companions Brant had
ever had. Certainly not the most pleasing to the spirit. The stage rolled forward and they were off. She might've approved of him years ago when he'd first come
into her life, but she certainly didn't approve of him now.
He sucked on that for a while, as sour as it was. All the
more incentive to keep his real reason for heading to
Glitter Mountain to himself. In St. Louis, he'd done what he had to under the
circumstance, even if she hadn't liked it. Faced with the
same choices, he'd do it again. Straining to hold his tongue, he nudged his hat forward,
swung his boots at an angle over the threadbare cushion
beside him and tried to get some shut-eye. He ignored her loud scowl and slept with his hand near one
of his Colt revolvers. He enjoyed the weight of his holster
as it dipped around his hips. Next thing he knew, he awoke with a jostle. "First stop," said the doctor with the fuzz that substituted
for a mustache. Brant swung his legs out of the way. "Sure thing, doc." "Oh, no, no, no." Cooper adjusted his string tie and yanked
on his bowler hat. "I'm not a doctor till I get my license.
And I'm three years away from that." He blushed. Honest to God, Brant had never seen a man blush before. It
came in blotches beside his ears. The young man grabbed his medical bag and leaped out. Victoria fiddled with her bags on the luggage rack above
their seats. Brant jumped up to help her. He fumbled for something neutral to say, perhaps even
pleasant. "There still a shortage of doctors in Skagway?" "Yeah. There's just me and two other nurses. Plus the three
medical students for the summer." "I reckon you feel lucky, then… being under that young man's
guidance." Victoria angled past his body, close enough for him to smell
the soap she'd used for her glossy brown hair.
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