Always Dakota (Dakota Series #3)

Always Dakota (Dakota Series #3)

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by Debbie Macomber
     
 

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Local rancher Margaret Clemens is taking a chance on happiness, and going after what she wants for a change. And what she wants is marriage to cowboy, Matt Eilers. Regardless of what her friends and family say, and despite all the rumors, Margaret wants Matt anyway. Oh . . . and she plans on having his baby, too.

Please join me for my third — and

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Local rancher Margaret Clemens is taking a chance on happiness, and going after what she wants for a change. And what she wants is marriage to cowboy, Matt Eilers. Regardless of what her friends and family say, and despite all the rumors, Margaret wants Matt anyway. Oh . . . and she plans on having his baby, too.

Please join me for my third — and final — visit to Buffalo Valley, North Dakota. This town exists only in my imagination, but its spirit and sense of community are definitely real. Buffalo Valley resenbles many places in my family's history, and perhaps in yours. If you've been to Buffalo Valley before, I invite you to come and visit the friends you've met their; if not, prepare to make some new ones.

Buffalo Valley, North Dakota, has become a good place to live — the way it used to be, thirty or fourty years ago. People here are feeling confident about the future again.

Stalled lives are moving forward. People are taking risks — on new ventures and on lifelong dreams. On Happiness. And one of those people is local rancher Margaret Clemens, who's finally getting what she wants most. Marriage to cowboy Matt Eilers. Her friends dont think Matt's such a bargain; neither did her father. But Margaret's aware of Matt's reputation and his flaws. She wants him anyway. And she wants his baby . . .

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
A multifaceted tale of romance and deceit, the final installment of Macomber's Dakota trilogy (Dakota Born, Dakota Home) oozes with country charm and a strong sense of community spirit. Thanks to the arrival of enterprising newcomers, the once struggling farming town of Buffalo Valley, N.Dak., is now enjoying a revival. The marriage between Margaret Clemens, the only daughter of a longtime rancher, and outsider Matt Eilers symbolizes the town's metamorphosis. For any cowboy, Margaret would appear to be the catch of the town with her forthright demeanor and her recent inheritance of her father's prosperous ranch. What Matt has to offer besides his good looks is harder to discern, however. Smothering the weak flame of Matt and Margaret's attraction, Matt's scheming ex-girlfriend, Sheryl, announces that she is pregnant with his child. As Margaret and Matt grapple with issues of trust, other members of the community (familiar to those who have read the trilogy's earlier volumes) attempt to cope with a rebellious teenager, a fragile pregnancy and a kidnapping. Although Macomber excels at depicting believable characters, the romantic tension between Margaret and Matt is less than compelling. The real virtue of this narrative lies in Macomber's earnest portrayal of the people who inhabit this delightful town. (May) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Rancher Margaret Clemens decides to take a chance on marriage to cowboy Matt Eilers, despite what anyone else says, in Always Dakota(2001), the rerelease of the third volume in Macomber's popular series set in Buffalo Valley, ND. Recommended for libraries with a strong Macomber readership that need to replenish their collections.

In Someday Soon(1995), a grieving widow meets a professional mercenary, and they both learn they need to reassess their priorities in order to accept love.


—Kristin Ramsdell

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781585473991
Publisher:
Center Point Large Print
Publication date:
07/28/2004
Series:
Dakota Series, #3
Edition description:
Large Print
Pages:
384
Product dimensions:
5.90(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.20(d)

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Prologue


September


Bernard Clemens was dying and he knew it, despite what the doctors—all those fancy specialists—had said about his heart. He knew. He was old and tired, ready for death.

    Sitting in the den of the home he'd built thirty years ago for his wife, he closed his eyes and remembered. Maggie had been his great love. His only love. Delicate and beautiful, nearly sixteen years younger, she could have had her choice of husbands, but she'd chosen him. An aging rancher with a craggy face and work-roughened hands. A man who had simple tastes and lacked social refinement. And yet she'd loved him.

    God help him, he'd loved her, loved her still, although she'd been gone now for nearly twenty-seven years.

    Her love had been gift enough, but she'd yearned to give him a son. Bernard, too, had hoped for an heir. He'd purchased the Circle C as a young man, buying the land adjacent to his parents' property, and eventually he'd built the combined ranches into one huge spread, an empire to pass onto his son. However, the child had been a girl and they'd named her Margaret, after her mother.

    The pregnancy had drained Maggie and she was further weakened that winter by a particularly bad strain of the flu. Pneumonia had set in soon afterward, and before anyone realized how serious it was, his Maggie was gone.

    In all his life, Bernard had never known such grief. With Maggie's death, he'd lost what he valued most—the woman who'd brought him joy. When they lowered her casket into theground, they might as well have buried him, too. From that point forward, he threw himself into ranching, buying more land, increasing his herd and consequently turning the Circle C into one of the largest and most prosperous cattle ranches in all of North Dakota.

    As for being a father to young Margaret, he'd tried, but as the eldest of seven boys, he had no experience in dealing with little girls. In the years that followed, his six younger brothers had all lived and worked with him for brief periods of time, eventually moving on and getting married and starting families of their own.

    They'd helped him raise her, teaching her about ranching ways—riding and roping ... and cussing, he was sorry to admit.

    To this day, Margaret loved her uncles. Loved riding horses, too. She was a fine horsewoman, and more knowledgeable about cattle than any man he knew. She'd grown tall and smart—not to mention smart-mouthed—but Bernard feared he'd done his only child a grave disservice. Margaret resembled him more than she did her mother. Maggie had been a fragile, dainty woman who brought out everything that was good in Bernard.

    Their daughter, unfortunately, revealed very little of her mother's gentleness or charm. How could she, seeing that she'd been raised by a grief-stricken father and six bachelors? Margaret looked like Bernard, talked like him and dressed like him: It was a crying shame she hadn't been a boy, since, until recently, she was often mistaken for one. His own doing, he thought, shaking his head. Had Maggie lived, she would have seen to the proper upbringing of their daughter. Would have taught their little girl social graces and femininity, as mothers do. Bernard had given it his best shot. He loved his daughter, but he felt that he'd failed her.

    To her credit, Margaret possessed a generous, loving heart and she was a fine businesswoman. Bernard couldn't help being proud of her, despite a constant sense of guilt about her unconventional upbringing.

    There was a light knock. At his hoarse "Come in" the housekeeper opened the door. "Matt Eilers is here to see you," Sadie announced brusquely.

    With effort, Bernard straightened, his fingers digging into the padded leather arms of his chair as he forced himself to meet this neighbor. "Send him in."

    She nodded and left.

    Less than a minute later, Matt Eilers appeared, Stetson in hand.

    "You'll forgive me if I don't get up," Bernard said.

    "Of course."

    Bernard gestured toward the matching chair on the opposite side of the fireplace. "Sit down."

    Matt obliged, giving Bernard his first good look at this man his daughter apparently loved. Frankly, he was disappointed. He'd seen Matt at social affairs, the occasional wedding, harvest dance or barbecue, but they'd never spoken. Somehow, he'd expected more substance, and he felt surprised that Margaret would be taken in by a pretty face and an empty heart. Over the last few years Bernard had heard plenty about his neighbor to the west, and not much of it had been flattering.

    "I imagine you're wondering why I asked to meet with you."

    "I am," Matt said, perching on the edge of the chair. He held his hat in both hands, his expression questioning.

    "You enjoy ranching?"

    "Yes, sir."

    At least he was polite, and that boded well. "How long you been ranching the Stockert place?"

    "Four years. I'd like to buy my own spread one day, but for now I'm leasing the land and building up my herd."

    "So I understand." Bernard leaned back in his chair. His breath came slowly, painfully. "You have family in the area?"

    Matt's gaze shifted to the Oriental rug. "No. My parents divorced when I was five. My father ranched in Montana and I worked summers with him, but he died when I was fifteen."

    "Ranching's in your blood then, same as mine."

    "It is," Matt agreed.

    Bernard hesitated, waiting until he had breath enough to continue. "You know my daughter Margaret."

    Matt nodded.

    "What do you think of her?"

    The question seemed to take him by surprise. "Think of her? How do you mean?"

    Bernard waved his hand. "Your general impression."

    Slumping back in the chair, Matt shrugged. "I ... I don't know what you want me to say."

    "Just be honest," he snapped, impatient. He didn't have the strength—or the time—for word games.

    "Well ..." Matt paused. "Margaret's Margaret. She's ... unique."

    That was true enough. As far as Bernard knew, she'd only worn a dress twice in her entire life. He'd tried to get her into one when she was ten and the attempt had damn near killed him. "Did you know she's in love with you?"

    "Margaret?" Matt sprang to his feet. "I swear I haven't touched her! I swear it." The color fled from his face and he shook his head as though to emphasize his words.

    "I believe you.... Sit down."

    Matt did as asked, but his demeanor had changed dramatically. His posture was stiff, his face tight with apprehension and uncertainty.

    "She's gotten it in her head that she's going to marry you."

    Matt had the look of a caged animal. "I ... I'm not sure what to say."

    "You don't know my daughter, otherwise you'd realize that when she sets her mind to something, there isn't much that'll stand in her way."

    "I ... I ..."

    Bernard cut him off. He was growing weak and there

(Continues...)

GATHERING LIES

By MEG O'BRIEN

MIRA

Copyright © 2001 Meg O'Brien. All rights reserved.

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