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Town founder Zeb Garrison is finally getting his wish—a qualified physician is coming to High Plains. Yet when Dr. N. Mitchell turns out to be the very pretty Nora Mitchell, Zeb is furious. The storm-torn town needs a doctor, but Zeb needs someone he can trust—not another woman who's deceived him. If Nora's going to change his mind, she'll have to work fast. All she has is a one-month trial to prove her worth…to High Plains, and to Zeb.
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Town founder Zeb Garrison is finally getting his wish—a qualified physician is coming to High Plains. Yet when Dr. N. Mitchell turns out to be the very pretty Nora Mitchell, Zeb is furious. The storm-torn town needs a doctor, but Zeb needs someone he can trust—not another woman who's deceived him. If Nora's going to change his mind, she'll have to work fast. All she has is a one-month trial to prove her worth…to High Plains, and to Zeb.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780373828319
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 3/16/2010
  • Series: Love Inspired Historical Series
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 275
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Victoria Bylin is a 2006 Rita Finalist, and her western romances have also finaled in the Holt Medallion, the National Readers Choice Awards and the Booksellers’ Best Awards. Vicki really does believe in “happily ever after.” She and her husband have been married forever and have two grown sons. Both are college students who occasionally return to northern Virginia for home-cooked meals. To find out more about Vicki, please visit her website: www.victoriabylin.com
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August 1860

High Plains, Kansas

"Look over yonder, missy," said the old man driving the freight wagon. "That's where the twister snatched up those children."

Dr. Nora Mitchell turned on the high seat. With the dusty bonnet shielding her eyes, she looked past Mr. Crandall's gray beard to a lush meadow. A breeze stirred the grass and she smelled loamy earth. With the scent came a whiff of the mules pulling the three freight wagons the last miles to High Plains. In her black medical bag she had the precious letter from Zebulun Garrison inviting her to interview for her first position as a paid physician.

If, that is, he'd overlook that she'd signed her letter to him as "Dr. N. Mitchell." Her gender made no difference when it came to practicing medicine, but it mattered terribly to men with old-fashioned ideas.

She'd lived with that prejudice since the day she'd entered Geneva Medical College, the alma mater of Elizabeth Blackwell, the first female doctor in America. The prejudice had become even more challenging once she graduated. She'd interviewed for fourteen positions in the past year and received fourteen rejections, all because of her gender.

You're female, Dr. Mitchell. That makes you unqualified.

Women shouldn't be subjected to the vulgarities of medicine.

Perhaps you can find work as a midwife. That would suit you as a woman.

She'd been close to despair, when a cousin wrote to her about an advertisement in the Kansas Gazette.

Wanted: a licensed physician for a new Kansas town. Compensation dependent on experience. Contact Zebulun Garrison, High Plains, Kansas.

She'd posted a letter to Mr. Garrison immediately. Not only had he offered "Dr. N. Mitchell" an interview, he'd sounded enthusiastic. "Our current doctor is retiring," he'd written back. "We are a growing community in need of a skilled practitioner with an adventurous spirit."

Nora had pictured bustling shops and a busy church. She'd imagined delivering babies, setting broken bones and treating croup and sore throats. Those expectations had changed as she'd traveled with the Crandalls. She'd split the riding time between Mr. Crandall and his wife, a buxom woman who'd birthed nine children and never stopped talking. As they'd traveled from Saint Joseph to Topeka, south to Fort Riley and on to High Plains, the woman had told horrific tales about Kansas weather. Two months ago, a tornado wiped out half of High Plains and devastated a wagon train. Most frightening of all, it had snatched away a set of eight-year-old orphan twins, traveling with one of the families on the wagon train. According to Mr. Crandall, the last person to see the twins, a young girl named Bess Carter who now lived in High Plains, had been so horrified by what had occurred that she hadn't spoken since.

Nora knew how it felt to have someone taken without warning. When she was ten years old, her younger brother died of asthma. Grief-stricken, she'd looked at the stars and told God she wanted to be a doctor. When a meteorite shot across the sky, she'd taken it as a sign of His blessing.

She still felt blessed, but the road to this moment had been harrowing. At Geneva Medical College, she'd endured pranks ranging from crass to cruel. She'd tolerated ridicule from professors and mockery from fellow students. She'd also lost friends. Women with whom she'd grown up called her unladylike and turned their backs. Hardest of all, she'd lost some of her father's affection.

Is it worth it, daughter? You should be attending dances and teasing young men. You should be seeking a husband.

She had, but the search for a spouse had been as futile as her hunt for a position as a doctor.

Nora wanted a husband and family as much as any woman, but the men who courted her hadn't respected her career. To her father's chagrin, she'd turned down two proposals including one from his business partner, a man named Albert Bowers, when the men had insisted she stop practicing medicine after she was wed. Mr. Garrison's letter had arrived two days after Nora refused Albert's offer. She'd danced around the room, waving the letter under her father's nose while her mother wrung her hands with worry. With her life in pieces, much like the devastated wagon train, Nora had written back immediately to confirm the interview.

Now here she was… perched on a splintery wagon seat next to Mr. Crandall, facing the aftermath of a tornado. No physician in the world could have stopped the suffering. The Lord alone gave life and took it away. Whatever gift Nora had for healing, she never lost sight of the one true Healer.

Mr. Crandall shouted "whoa" and reined the mules to a halt. As the wagons rattled to silence, he removed his hat and held it over his heart. "Ladies and gentlemen," he bellowed to the other wagons. "Let us pray."

As Nora bowed her head, Mr. Crandall spoke to the sky. "Father God, we pray for mercy for the injured and the lost, especially those two children, Mikey and Missy. We pray they would be found. We pray for Your hand on their tender lives. Amen."

"Amen," she whispered.

A chorus of "amens" echoed from Mrs. Crandall and the four children she had with her. As Nora looked again at the empty meadow, Mr. Crandall jammed his hat on his balding head, gave the reins a shake and shouted at the mules. The wagons rolled forward, creaking as they stumbled in ruts. Awed by the vastness of the land, Nora contemplated the next step in her journey.

Within the hour, she'd meet Mr. Garrison. The tone of his letter had been terse, his penmanship bold. As she'd traveled from New York, enduring grime and crowded trains, she'd imagined their meeting. Judging by his responsibilities, she pictured him as a man in his middle years, perhaps portly with a balding head like Mr. Crandall. Her belly churned as she contemplated their first encounter. If necessary, she'd fight for her right to be a doctor, but the battle would take a toll.

She'd had little experience with Westerners until meeting the Crandalls. They were decent folk but unschooled. She figured Mr. Garrison came from the same hardworking stock. He could read and write, but she doubted he'd appreciate the book of poetry in her satchel, or the oil painting she'd brought to remind her of home.

"There's Garrison Mill," Mr. Crandall called in a booming voice. "That's the start of High Plains."

Nora sat higher in the seat. Straining her neck, she saw a two-story building on the river. Half the shingles were new, a sign of the tornado's damage. On the river side, she saw a waterwheel turning with the lazy summer current. Mr. Garrison may be unschooled, but he clearly had a keen intelligence to build a mill. It also took money, a sign he was older, as she'd imagined.

As the wagons rolled closer to town, she saw more signs of devastation. Along the river, families were living in tents and wagons. A few had constructed shacks from storm-damaged boards of different colors. Down the road she saw a whitewashed school, miraculously untouched. Farther in the distance, she saw a steeple pointing to the bright blue sky.

At the edge of town, a rough sign identified a dirt road as Main Street. Back east, main streets were cobbled and alive with business. This one looked haggard, but she sensed pride in the sign. Soon she'd meet the people she'd come to serve. Would they accept her? Not at first, but she could win their hearts. She felt sure of it.

First, though, she had to win over Mr. Garrison. She wanted to look professional, so this morning she'd put on her New York best. Under the duster she'd bought for the wagon ride, she wore a bottle-green jacket with pagoda sleeves, a white shirtwaist and a narrower-than-usual skirt. She'd gladly left her crinolines in New York, along with the navy suits she'd worn in medical college. In her satchel she had a porkpie hat with a feather. When Mr. Crandall stopped the wagon, she'd whip off the bonnet, slip out of the duster and pin the hat to her red hair. Then, with her medical bag in hand, she'd go in search of Mr. Garrison.

When they reached a mercantile, Mr. Crandall reined in the mules. As the wagon lurched to a halt, Nora lifted her hands to unbutton the duster. She'd worked the first button, when she spotted a tall man with dark hair striding in her direction. Dressed in black trousers, a white shirt and a brocade vest, she judged him to be a local businessman. As he neared the wagon, he looked at her, not once but twice.

She didn't believe in love at first sight, but she believed God had someone special for her. Looking at the tall stranger, she felt a hitch in her belly and wondered… Could he be the one? When the man slowed his steps, she wondered if he'd offer to hand her out of the wagon. She imagined her gloves growing warm at his touch, the strength of his hand as he'd guide her to the street. She'd never been shy, but neither did she want to be considered brazen. Her father's words rang in her head.

Mind your tongue, Nora. You're too outspoken for a lady.

Maybe, but some things had to be said. Some risks had to be taken.

As the man neared the wagon, she smiled.

He tipped his hat in reply. "Good afternoon, miss."

"Good afternoon," she answered.

Mr. Crandall greeted the man with a nod. "Howdy there, sir. How's it going for ya?"

"Excellent. I trust you had a good trip?"

"The finest," Mr. Crandall replied. "If you'll excuse me, I've a wagon to unload."

The freighter, more concerned with his delivery than social graces, hopped off the seat without introducing her.

The man in the vest propped an arm on the edge of the wagon and planted a boot on the wheel. His green eyes held a mix of mirth and intensity.

Nora's cheeks flushed pink.

He smiled at her. "You're new in town."

"I am." She wanted to know this man, but she didn't want to introduce herself to anyone—especially not as Dr. Nora Mitchell—until she met Mr. Garrison. She hoped to see this man again, but she needed to be on her way. She indicated the step down from the wagon. "If you'll excuse me—"

"Allow me." With a roguish smile, he offered his hand.

Nora saw a spark of fun in his eyes. The pale green reminded her of waving grass, but the rugged line of his jaw testified to his boldness. So did the strength of his hand when she gripped his fingers.

"Thank you, sir."

As she dropped to the street, the duster caught on her medical bag and she stumbled. He caught her waist with both hands, steadied her and stepped back. Rugged or not, he had the air of a gentleman.

"Welcome to High Plains," he said. "I'm—"

"There you are!"

They both turned to the mercantile where a petite blonde was coming through the door. Clad in a royal-blue gown with snow-white piping, the woman wore a porkpie hat that matched the one in Nora's satchel. She couldn't have been lovelier…or more feminine. In the duster and bonnet, Nora felt drab.

Her gaze drifted back to the man. In his eyes she saw an aloofness that reminded her of her professors in college.

"Hello, Abigail," he said.

"Oh—Oh no!" The blonde swayed on her feet. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her knees buckled in the start of a swoon. Nora rushed forward to catch her. So did the man. He reached her first and caught her in his arms. As he lowered her to the planking, Nora grabbed her medical bag and charged to her side, whipping off her bonnet when it impeded her vision.

She checked the woman's pulse and found it to be normal. She looked for perspiration and saw only a summer sheen. Next she glanced at the bodice of the blue dress. In New York she'd seen women faint because of too-tight corsets. Nora loathed fashion that harmed a woman's health. She suspected this woman had submitted to such an indignity, but a quick run of her fingers along the woman's rib cage revealed no such encumbrance.

The blonde had swooned for no apparent reason…or had she? Nora looked at the man crouched next to her. His dark hair brushed the rim of his collarless shirt, a linen garment that clung to broad shoulders and well-muscled arms. Black boots, scuffed but made of fine leather, tightened on his calves as he crouched. Gone was the charming stranger. In his place was a man with a smirk, a look she associated with arrogant men… handsome men. Had the woman swooned to get his attention? It wouldn't have surprised her.

The blonde stirred, blinking as if she couldn' t focus until she found the man's face.

"Zeb?" she murmured. "Is that you?"

Nora gasped. How many Zebs could there be in High Plains? Please, Lord. Don't let this man be the one. Knowing she couldn't hide from the truth, she lifted her chin. "Are you Mr. Zebulun Garrison?"

His eyes traveled to her medical bag, and back. He frowned. "I am."


"You're Dr. N. Mitchell," he said coldly. "And you're a liar."

"I am not!" She wanted to settle the matter now, but the blonde needed her attention. Nora turned to her patient. "I'm Dr. Nora Mitchell."

"Get away from me!" the woman declared.

"I'm a doctor."

"You're a woman," she complained. "You can't be a doctor."

"I'm fully trained, Miss—?"

"Miss Johnson," she said coldly. "Abigail Johnson."

Nora gripped the woman's wrist, retook her pulse and detected no change. "Did you eat breakfast today?"

"Of course."

Nora surmised the woman to be single. She wouldn't ask about pregnancy directly, but it had to be considered. "Have you been ill, perhaps nauseous on occasion?"

The blonde glared at her as she sat up. "That's a rude question to ask. Zeb, would you help me? I want to go inside."

"Of course." He sounded gentle, even sweet.

Nora surmised they were close and wondered if they were courting. She also recalled the way he'd looked at her. Zebulun Garrison was either weak willed or a womanizer. Either way, she didn't like him.

As he stood, so did she. Their gazes slammed together at an angle, reminding her of his height. In addition to wide shoulders, he had a strong jaw and sharp cheekbones. Her professional eye told her his nose had never been broken. Her female eyes noticed he hadn't shaved in a few days. He was not middle-aged, portly or balding.

His frank gaze reminded her of her own lackluster appearance, and she became acutely aware of what he was seeing… a woman with red hair in a dirty coat. She didn't appreciate his critical stare, especially after the way his eyes had initially sparked with male interest. As dusty as a prairie dog, she stared back to remind him of his manners.

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