Reason to Believe

Reason to Believe

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by Kathleen Eagle
     
 

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"Deeply moving, a wonderful romance and a joyous journey of the spirit . . . I loved it!"

-Susan Elizabeth Phillips

"A marvelous journey of hearts in search of healing, love, and understanding . . ."

-Tami Hoag

"One of romance fiction's premiere storytellers, Kathleen Eagle has given us a reason to believe in the power and the magic of love."

-Debbie

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"Deeply moving, a wonderful romance and a joyous journey of the spirit . . . I loved it!"

-Susan Elizabeth Phillips

"A marvelous journey of hearts in search of healing, love, and understanding . . ."

-Tami Hoag

"One of romance fiction's premiere storytellers, Kathleen Eagle has given us a reason to believe in the power and the magic of love."

-Debbie Macomber

Can their marriage survive the ultimate betrayal?

Young and passionately in love, Clara and Ben Pipestone came from vastly different worlds. She was a college student, studying the indigenous people of the Great Plains. He fixed cars in the winter and followed the amateur Indian rodeo circuit all summer. Ignoring those who doomed their relationship to failure, they married, settled into their life in Bismarck, North Dakota, and had a beautiful daughter, Anna.

But now, thirteen years later, Ben's alcoholism blurs his judgment and lands him in the arms of another woman. The betrayal has torn their marriage apart, and their daughter is paying the price. Shoplifting, drinking, and running with a bad crowd, Anna is out of control. Determined to save their troubled teenage daughter, Clara and Ben take Anna and join a two week trek on horseback across an unforgiving winter terrain, a journey across sacred land in remembrance of Ben's Lakota ancestors.

Can their journey bring them a better understanding of the past and each other? Can it heal their broken trust and unite them as a family?

Bestselling author Kathleen Eagle set aside a gratifying seventeen-year teaching career on a North Dakota Indian reservation to become a full-time novelist. The Lakota Sioux heritage of her husband and their three children has inspired many of her stories. Among her other honors, she has received the Romance Writers of America's prestigious RITA Award.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781611943009
Publisher:
BelleBooks
Publication date:
07/16/2013
Pages:
280
Sales rank:
384,847
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.63(d)

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Chapter One

It was the song playing on the radio that made Ben Pipestone tighten his two-fisted grip on the big steering wheel of his old red and white Chevy pickup. Somebody up there had to be orchestrating moments like this, putting "Me and Bobbie McGee" in the DJ's

He was approaching the newly resurfaced driveway of his former home. Some all-seeing body who had nothing better to do than to mess with a man's head just when the sorry bastard thought he was finally getting it on straight.

He doubted that Tunkasila had much time for him these days. Probably not Jesus, either, or the Virgin Mary or anybody in the upper echelon of the Spirit World. He'd bet on his old buddy, Iktome. It was just like the wily Lakota Trickster to play on the sentimental bone a guy could have sworn he didn't have in his body.

Clara was the one who was always getting sentimental over songs, but there Ben sat, staring at the house and letting his throat tighten up over foolish memories. It hurt to swallow, but he actually savored the fleeting twinge. Yeah, pour on the pain, he told himself. Pain was good. Physical pain was the kind of a challenge a guy could really sink his teeth into and hope to beat.

The best way to kill it -- well, maybe the second best -- was to get busy and concentrate on the here and now.

Forget the past and face the present. Deal with the condition of the driveway right in front of him. Take note that the guy who had sold him on the asphalt had done a nice job, which was good to know since Ben had paid the bill simply on Clara's terse approval. No detailed report, no "Thanks, we needed that." All she'd said was, "Yes, it's fine."So he'd taken what satisfaction could be bad in writing a check for the balance owed on the job. After all, it was still his house, at least partly, if not his home.

The yard needed some work, though. Clara was a great one for putting in flowers in the spring, but after the first frost, she'd always left the dead stuff for him to take care of. Not that he'd minded much. This was the first house he'd owned, and he'd never had a yard before. Probably never would again, nor one like this. He figured he might as well drive back up to Bismarck and take care of the fail cleanup next week, sometime when no one would be home.

The thing he'd liked most about the house was the view of the river bluffs from the big window in the front room. Clara had had her list of requirements, but he'd mortgaged his soul so that he could see forever on a clear day. And in North Dakota you could count on plenty of cloudless sky. Someday he was going to buy the adjacent farmland, he'd told Clara. Plenty of room to keep a couple of horses, Some primal part of his brain still measured his personal worth in horses.

The late afternoon sunlight slanted across the field behind the house like long fingers reaching for the fast biscuit on the table. Don't reach. Ben could hear Clara saying in that soft, crisp tone she took when she was being the authoritative mother. Ask, and it shall be passed.

Ask, and it shall be passed.
How about, ask and it shall be past?
Not likely. Not after what he'd done.

He set the brake and draped his wrists over the top of the steering wheel, rubbing his chin on the shoulder of his denim jacket. Softly, absently, he added his deep voice to the song's final refrain as he gazed out the pickup's side window. The backyard had faded to yellow-green, but the autumn sun had turned the alfalfa stubble to pure gold. The hollow echo of one single yesterday was all he had to hang on to most nights. It wasn't always the same one, but he tried to stick to the good ones. The days when the troubles were Still far away and the nights when he'd slept nearly guilt-free. Those were the yesterdays he believed in.

Today Clara wanted to talk to him about Annie. She'd said so over the phone, taking refuge in a tone she'd once reserved for salespeople and bill collectors. He should have just said, "Talk. I'm listening." That was usually the way it was anyway these days. She'd talk. He'd listen. It was always about Annie. Clara wouldn't talk to him about much else.

By now she'd have seen his pickup in the driveway, and would be waiting for him to come to the door. He didn't have time for a cigarette, but he sure could have used one.

It wasn't that he didn't want to see her. He did. He always did. Even when he knew he wasn't going to enjoy seeing the look that inevitably crept into her autumn-colored eyes whenever she saw him these days. She always managed to coat that sad look with something harder -- a cool glaze, an angry sheen -- but at the Core of it he could see the hurt. It was always there for him to see, which was as it should have been, for he had been the one to put it there.

The last time he'd mounted the front steps, all hell had broken loose when he'd walked right on in and announced his presence. In the interest of trying to keep the peace, he slowly extended one finger toward the doorbell, but he couldn't quite bring himself to punch the button. Granted, she'd been making most of the house payments since...

Meet the Author

Kathleen Eagle published her first book, a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award winner, in 1984. Since then she has published more than forty books, including historical and contemporary, series and single title, earning her nearly every award in the industry. Her books have appeared on the USA Today bestseller list and the New York Times extended bestseller list. Kathleen is a winner of the RITA® award, and has also won the career achievement award twice from Romantic Times. She lives in Minnesota with her husband, who is Lakota Sioux. The Eagles have three children and three grandchildren.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been a fan of Kathleen Eagle for many years; her books have always satisfied my love of deep characterizations and well-crafted story-telling. Reason to Believe is no exception; Ben and Clara Pipestone come out of the pages into my sitting room and make me part of their lives. Clara has been hurt by Ben’s alcoholism and infidelity, but hasn’t divorced him because of their daughter, Anna. After years of living apart, they are brought back together by Anna’s teenage rebelliousness. Hoping to tame their willful daughter, Ben and Clara agree to accompany Anna, her Lakota grandfather and many others on a grueling, two week long memorial ride. Eagle weaves her knowledge of the Lakota Sioux people and their history into every part of the story, taking the story to a higher level of reading enjoyment and appreciation.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've read it twice and plan to read it in the future...engrossing, thought-provoking, satisfying read. Its wonderful.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Reason to Believe is a must read. I have read it 4 times, and each time I come away from it with a powerful feeling of love, forgiveness, and healing. Things we sometimes seem to forget in todays culture. Kathleen Eagle always provides great entertainment, by showing you places you haven't been, and not letting you forget what is important. Ben and Clara's story touched my heart. Thank you Ms. Eagle for sharing your stories with us.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read this book three times now and it still moves me. I work in addictions and the combination of the Native American Heritage and the emotinal and family issues is outstanding. This is the first book of Mrs. Eagles I have read and look forward to reading more.