The Inheritance

The Inheritance

by Tamera Alexander

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ISBN-13: 9781418576356
Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date: 03/08/2009
Sold by: HarperCollins Publishing
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 49,832
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Tamera Alexander is a USA Today bestselling novelist whose works have been awarded and nominated for numerous industry-leading honors, including the Christy Award (two-time winner, seven-time finalist), the RITA Award (two-time winner, four-time finalist), the Carol Award, the Maggie Award, the Booksellers Best Award, and Library Journal's top distinction, among others. After seventeen years in Colorado, Tamera and her husband now reside in Nashville, Tennessee, where they live a short distance from Belmont Mansion and Belle Meade Plantation, the setting of Tamera’s two USA Today bestselling Southern series.


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The Inheritance

By Tamera Alexander

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2009 Tamera Alexander
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4185-7635-6


Copper Creek, Colorado, Rocky Mountains Tuesday, June 5, 1877

McKenna Ashford climbed down from the wagon, holding firm to the belief that she'd made the right decision in coming West—as if her brother's behavior back in Missouri had given her a choice. She surveyed the not-so-quaint-looking mountain town of Copper Creek and found it to be rougher than she'd envisioned from her cousin's descriptions in her letters. The town was more rustic with its clapboard buildings, some slightly leaning and arthritic in appearance, their cracked windows staring out like dazed, bloodshot eyes on unsuspecting passersby. But the mountains ...

Tilting back her head, McKenna traced a visual path across the craggy range that stood sentinel over Copper Creek. And lingering on their highest snowcapped peaks, feeling both awed and humbled, she knew Janie was right—a person couldn't see these mountains and not be changed.

"So this is it? This is what we left home for?"

McKenna stared up at Robert, still seated on the wagon bench, and read familiar disdain in her brother's smirk. Only fourteen—nine years her junior—Robert stood a head taller than her and sported muscles most men would be proud to claim. "All I'm asking, Robert, is that you take the wagon and go on to Vince and Janie's so they'll know we've arrived." Exhausted and hungry, she worked to keep the frustration from her tone, and failed. Again. "It's only a half mile or so from town." She gestured to the envelope on the bench seat beside him, knowing the letter's contents by heart. "The directions are in her letter. I'll get a horse from the livery and meet you there shortly."

Robert didn't move. "I don't see why I can't go on with you to the livery." He gave the letter a cursory glance. "I've never even met these people."

"Yes, you have. I've told you before, they knew you when—" She caught herself, realizing it was no use, considering the stubborn set of his jaw. "You don't remember Vince and Janie because you were too young. But they'll remember you. Though they won't recognize you, that's for sure." Patience teetering, she managed a smile. "Just tell them who you are. They're expecting us."

"I still don't see why I can't just—"

"Robert!" She exhaled. "Please ... simply do as I've asked. I'll work out the details with the livery owner and join you shortly."

He narrowed his eyes. Using more force than necessary, he released the brake on the wagon. "You're probably right, sis. It's best you go on without me. We both know you're the one he's hired anyway. Whether he knows it yet or not." He gave the reins a hard whip.

The wagon jolted forward and McKenna jumped back, the wheel narrowly missing her boot. Her patience threadbare, she watched him go. How could she love that boy so much and still want to throttle him?

Seeing Robert's natural ability in the way he managed the heavy rig, she felt a twinge of envy. They'd purchased the horses and wagon in Denver, and she'd wondered how he would manage over the steep mountain passes. But there wasn't a rig Robert couldn't handle—or build, for that matter. Saddlery equipment and supplies they'd brought from home weighed down the wagon bed—tools of their father's trade she hadn't been able to part with. No matter how destitute their father's untimely passing had left them. In so many ways ...

Wagons cluttered the main thoroughfare, but Robert maneuvered his way around them without a hitch. Lengthy hours spent alone with him on the two-week journey from Missouri to Colorado had been made even more so by his repeated sullen sighs. Constant reminders of his not wanting to be here. As if she could forget.

She held her breath as he cut close corners on two freighters—twice. Intentionally, no doubt, judging by the smart tip of his hat to the drivers as he passed. Each driver threw him a dark look, and both were large enough to break Robert in two. Not an easy task with her brother's broad build.

Her eyes narrowed. Part of her prayed Robert wouldn't do anything to further provoke the men, while the rest of her wondered if a good thrashing might do him some good. Her own hand at disciplining him had never been a strong one, but then again she hadn't sought the role of mother that God had thrust upon her at such a young age. Please don't let him do here what he did back home. This move was their chance to start over again, and they wouldn't get another one. She couldn't afford for this attempt at a new beginning to fail.

She arched her back and stretched the taut muscles in her shoulders and neck, weary from the day's travel from Denver. A surprisingly cool breeze swept down from the snow-drifted mountains, granting reprieve from the afternoon heat.

The air here—she took a deep breath and her lungs tingled—tasted like God had breathed it fresh from heaven's storehouse that very morning. Surely this was a sign.

Since stepping off the train in Denver, she'd felt a sense of homecoming. It sounded silly, even to her, and she'd be hard-pressed to explain it—coming home to a place she'd never been before. Not one usually given to romanticisms, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this move to Copper Creek was by God's design after all. Perhaps this was the inheritance He'd been storing up for her. The inheritance her father had failed to provide.

Grasping her skirt with one hand, she made for the boardwalk, working to avoid numerous deposits left from animals who had passed that way. People occupying the planked walkway and those milling about the entry to the mercantile nodded when their eyes met hers. She returned their smiles when offered. Maybe she and Robert really could start over here.

Maybe Copper Creek could become home. A place where no one knew about their past.

Her spirits lightening, she stepped inside the mercantile. She'd meant to purchase a little something for Janie's five-year-old daughter, Emma, before now, but hadn't. Just a small gift, a token of appreciation for Emma's willingness to share her room—only until McKenna arranged for another place for her and Robert to live. She thought of Emma's drawings tucked safely inside her satchel. Sweetly penciled renditions of a cabin and barn that Janie had included with a recent letter. She could hardly wait to meet the little artist.

McKenna met an older couple coming down the main aisle of the mercantile and scooted aside to allow them room to pass. Catching a good-natured wink that the elderly gentleman tossed in her direction, she couldn't miss the attentiveness he showered on the woman beside him. The way he held her steady at the elbow, his other hand cradling the small of her back. The way he anticipated the placement of her feet as she started down the boardwalk stairs. So caring. So gentle.

Watching them, McKenna found herself smiling. How long had they been together? What manner of time and experience had fostered such closeness? A closeness so inherently personal, so endearing, it was nearly tangible. The questions nudged at a memory better left buried, and her smile faded.

There had been someone special in her life. Once. Someone she'd thought she might grow old with. But Michael's love of honor and justice ended up taking him away from her. Honor was an attractive thing in a man. Until it crowded you out of his heart.

Unsettled by the memories, McKenna swallowed against the tightness in her throat and pulled her attention back to the task at hand.

After browsing for several moments, she finally settled on the perfect gift for Emma—a wooden toy consisting of a little cup with a ball attached by a string. She'd had something similar when she was about Emma's age and had loved it. She paid for the item while eyeing a package of what looked to be homemade cookies on the counter. From where she stood, she smelled the sugar and spice. Her favorite.

"Would you like some cookies, ma'am? I bake them myself. Fresh every day."

McKenna looked up at the woman behind the counter and then discreetly counted the dwindling coins in her change purse. "I'd better not today, thank you. It's so close to dinner. But they do smell delicious."

The compliment earned her a smile, but McKenna felt her cheeks burning all the same, sensing the woman knew her real reason for refusing. Thanking her, McKenna quickly exited the store, consoling her hunger with the knowledge that Janie would have dinner warming on the stove and a pan of her delicious buttermilk biscuits in the oven. It had been seven years, but McKenna still remembered the taste of Janie's biscuits, along with the honey butter she served alongside.

Realizing she'd failed to ask the woman in the mercantile where the livery was, McKenna approached a gentleman on the street and made an inquiry.

"Which livery you want, ma'am? We got us three."

Three? She hoped Janie's advice about which livery to contact had been sound. She needed the livery that would provide the most business for her and Robert. After the cost of traveling here, and then purchasing the horses and wagon, their funds were nearly depleted. "I'm referring to the livery owned by a Mr. Casey Trenton."

He pointed. "Trenton's place is on the other side of town, toward the mining camps." The man—short of stature but with a wealth of heft about his middle to compensate—pursed his lips and eyed her up and down with improper leisure. "You just get off the stage, miss?"

McKenna caught the hint of onions on his breath and something untoward in his manner. "If you'll excuse me." She moved past him down the uneven walkway, ignoring his repeated attempts to pursue the conversation.

She headed in the direction he'd indicated, glancing behind her to make sure he wasn't following. He was, but only with his eyes. She took the nearest side street. As a rule, for all their boast and swagger, men were an easily read gender consisting of too few chapters and all too common a subject.

It felt good to walk. She lengthened her stride, eager to conduct her business with Mr. Trenton, the livery owner, and find her way out to Vince and Janie's before sunset. Which might be sooner than she expected with Copper Creek nestled so close between the mountains. "A supply depot to nearby mining towns" is what Janie had called Copper Creek, which McKenna hoped boded well for the use of both her and Robert's talents.

She passed structures made of hand-hewn pine, closely spaced, as though still huddled together from the harsh winter this territory was known for. And yet, already, a liking for this place was growing inside her. She preferred it to the big-city feel of St. Joseph that she and Robert had left behind.

It would be good to see Janie again after all these years, Vince too. Janie was a cousin by blood, but more of a sister in heart. The sister McKenna had always wanted. Janie could well have had their second baby by now. She was due any day. The last letter McKenna had received had been dated two months ago, but spring was a busy time on a new ranch, not to mention when one had a five-year-old running underfoot. How well she remembered Robert at that age.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." A young woman smiled as she passed on the boardwalk, a little boy situated on one hip and a slightly older one clutching her skirt, trailing behind.

"Good day." McKenna grinned seeing the older boy's short legs pumping to keep up, his smile saying he enjoyed the challenge. Robert had beamed that very same way as a toddler too, holding tight to her skirt as they'd gone to the mercantile together. She sighed. All that seemed like forever ago now. So much had changed.

She lifted her gaze to where the sun crept steadily toward the snowcapped peaks, lustering the mountains a burnished gold. Some days, admittedly, she'd wondered if she'd only been grasping at the last proverbial straw in coming to Copper Creek. But she'd prayed long and hard about it, investing many sleepless nights until finally ... she'd felt a nudge inside. So it was gratifying to feel this deepening certainty settle inside her. Finally, a well-made decision.

She peered into shop windows as she passed—a women's clothier and a cobbler's shop, a bakery where the door stood propped open. The aroma of freshly baked bread and something sweet drifted through the portal and caused her pace to slow. Her stomach tightened in hunger. But she consoled herself again with thoughts ofJanie waiting dinner on her, and continued on.

Cooking was a talent she possessed in fair amount, but baking was not. As a young boy, Robert had let her know that her leftover biscuits made excellent fodder for his slingshot. And he'd been right. But a woman couldn't be good at everything. Best to learn early on what your strengths were and make the most of them. She'd been forced to learn her strengths early enough, and her weaknesses too, which were plenty.

She reached the end of the boardwalk and stepped down to the street. Some people might say she'd been forced to learn them at too young an age, but at least she'd—

Pounding hooves portended the rider only seconds before he was upon her.

McKenna dove from his path—narrowly escaping the horse's hooves—and hit the boardwalk stairs with a thud. Searing pain shot through her shoulder and down into her left hand. The man had to have seen her, yet he'd made no effort to stop!

Blinking, disoriented, she finally managed to stand—only to hear the answering pursuit.


McKenna scrambled to move from the second rider's path. But unlike the first man, this rider reined his mount sharp to the left to avoid her. Bits of gravel went flying as they rounded the corner. In one fluid motion, he swept aside his long black duster and retrieved the rifle sheathed on his saddle before cutting down an alleyway.

McKenna stared in the direction he'd disappeared, feeling an unpleasant pulsing in her left hand. Looking down, she discovered her left palm bloodied from a small gash at the base of her thumb. So much blood for so tiny a wound. But the cut went deep. Wincing, she reached inside her reticule for her handker—

She flinched at the sound of the gunshot.

The rifle's report ricocheted off the mountains and reverberated in waves back across the town.

She paused, waiting, her pulse ticking off the seconds. But no more gunfire sounded.

Using the handkerchief, she stemmed the flow of blood and wrapped the delicate lace-edged cloth around the wound. Her mother's initials, embroidered into the ivory material, quickly turned a deep crimson. She was certain of two things—the cut would need sutures to ensure proper healing. And the bloodstains would never wash clean from the treasured heirloom.

Steps on the boardwalk drew her attention, and she became aware of people who had filtered out from shops and buildings onto the walkway. They searched up and down the street. A shuffling noise behind her brought her gaze up.

A petite woman, dark hair drawn straight back from her face and fastened in a knot at the nape of her neck, loomed above her on the boardwalk. "You hurt, miss?" Thin, black brows arched behind a razor-straight fringe of hair.

Her almond-shaped eyes were dark and probing, and McKenna's first thought when looking into them was ... she's familiar with pain.

The woman gestured. "You hurt!" The inflection in her soft voice changed. She rose and turned, and with tiny mincing steps, she disappeared through a shop doorway and returned seconds later, clean cloth in hand.

McKenna couldn't help but notice the woman's gait and her shoes—blue slippers made of embroidered silk. Exquisite. So small. And so pointed.

Wordless, the woman stooped and reached for her hand. With motions that bespoke experience, she gently removed the handkerchief and rewrapped the injury with the fresh cloth, looping the material between McKenna's thumb and forefinger, then around her wrist, with the practiced care of a physician.

Grateful, McKenna watched as she worked.

Delicate described her best, as did graceful, and when the woman leaned down to tear the end of the soft cloth with her white teeth, McKenna got a whiff of something pleasant in her black hair. Her slim fingers worked quickly, tying the two ends of the makeshift bandage into a loose knot. Then she smiled and spoke in a language McKenna didn't understand.


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This well written story set in Colorado keeps the reader involved as McKenna struggles to make the best of a very difficult situation. Her struggles to raise her rebellious brother are realistic. As she learns to trust and accept help from others, McKenna grows into a woman worthy of the admiration of a man of faith like the lawman Wyatt.
Pahrumpian More than 1 year ago
This book arrived in the mail at 2:00 pm and with interruptions for dinner and incoming phone calls, I finally finished it at 2:30 a.m. twelve and a half hours later. I couldn't stay away from it for long. The story line was believable, the characters interesting, and in general it made for a compelling read. At my current age, I do not stay with a book until its through due to my eyes and fatigue. However, this book was an exception to the norm. The title of "The Inheritance" is vague and left open to conjecture. I actually felt there were several inheritances involved. This is not the usual frontier type romance as a pivotal part concerns the heroine's unlikely friendship with an immigrant woman from China who had bound feet (an old custom now outlawed). All in all, this made for an enjoyable read. I recommend it so highly, I immediately loaned it to my best friend. When I get it back, I plan to reread it.
Sneezybee23 More than 1 year ago
McKenna Ashford has spent most of her life trying to be a mother to her younger brother, Robert. After a series of disasters, McKenna and Robert journey to Copper Creek, Colorado to be near their cousin, Janie Talbot. McKenna's hopes for a bright future are suddenly crushed by the death of Janie and her husband. Per Janie's request, McKenna agrees to care for Emma, Janie's daughter, and inherits their homestead. As she begins life in Copper Creek, she encounters the intriguing and somewhat dangerous U.S. Marshal Wyatt Caradon. Trying to keep her distance from Marshal Caradon, moonlighting as an entrepreneur, parenting a rebellious brother, and keeping the farm together proves to be more than McKenna can handle. When it seems everything has fallen apart and McKenna is about to lose a precious treasure, will she have the strength and faith to do what is necessary? The Inheritance carries on Tamera Alexander's tradition of integrating history, romance, and the personal issues of her characters. This is the second book I've read by Alexander and I find that in her stories, it seems the plot is coming to a close when she suddenly throws in an unexpected element or situation that tests the character's resolve and keeps the story moving. I thought the plot flowed well and the characters were authentic. It was interesting how Alexander incorporated the Chinese culture of the time and area with her story. I felt like Alexander used the book to advance awareness of the pain and maladies caused by the Chinese practice of binding young girls' feet. Overall, The Inheritance is an entertaining read and I recommend it to anyone who enjoys historical romances.
Christian-Romance-Rocks More than 1 year ago
This is the first book of Tameras that i have read. But it wont be the last. I hope to find a #2 that goes into the brothers life of finding love. I could read several more books with these people in it. Great book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was my first time reading a Christian book(I am a Christian) and it was wonderful. I'm a teenager, and read teenager-ish books. This book taught me books can be different. It was uplifting and taught me plenty of lessons. I love Tamera Alexander and her books, and I would definitely recommend this book!XD
dreamer26MP More than 1 year ago
I was delighted to read this novel! It has become one of my favorites. It is set in Copper Creek, Colorado. McKenna Ashford and her younger rebellious brother move to Colorado hoping to give them a new start and tame her brother's bad habits. It is a novel filled with romance and love. It is an uplifting novel that shows a person that when things are bad you need to be strong and carry on because things will turn around. Their path to a new life is challenging but they meet some wonderful people that will aid them in their journey. I highly recommend this uplifting novel!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This well written book was so full of all the things that make everyday Christians see that life is some time a series of broken moments that ultimately make us whole and stronger. The author showed how events can shape lives and either make us stronger emotionally and spritually. Some walks in life must be done alone inorder for us to be able to trust and become the person God wants us to be.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really loved this book! It was sweet without being preachy; plus had many twists and turns. I would recommend this for an tone looking for a good story without the smut. Happy reading...
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I would recommend this book to anyone! Mrs. Alexander made the characters in this book so believable, with both strengths and flaws and relating to them comes easily. I didn't want this book to end! I liked that the need for God is people's lives was conveyed without a single moment of "preachiness". The romance between McKenna and Wyatt is so sweet. I just loved that. And I loved how Mrs. Alexander approached the intimate side of marriage- it's there and it's right and no explicit scenes to take away from the pureness of their love for one another. This book was so well written. I thank her for a few hours of escape where I laughed and cried and at some points examined my own heart! I read another book of hers a while back, Rekindled, and it was also a testament to true and lasting love. She's becoming a favorite!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A complete reading adventure the entire way through! Great book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the best books I have ever read.
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a religious book that was enjoyable and had a good plot.
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I love love love this book. The way this author writes is amazing. I was so deeply touched by what McKenna has to go thru. This was a first for me by this author. It won't be the last!!!!! HappyReading
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Tamera Alexander writes excellent stories. They are all full of humbling experiences with timeless threads of history,discovery, romance, and faith. I have enjoyed all her stories so far and look forward towards more!
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