Old West Christmas Brides: 6 Historical Romances Celebrate Christmas on the Frontier

Old West Christmas Brides: 6 Historical Romances Celebrate Christmas on the Frontier


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ISBN-13: 9781683227168
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
Publication date: 09/01/2018
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 339,138
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Bestselling author Margaret Brownley has more than forty-five books to her credit. She has won numerous awards, including the Heart of Excellence Readers’ Choice award and Romantic Times Pioneer award. She is also a two-time Romance Writers of America RITA finalist. Her books have been published in nine languages, and she has written for a daytime soap. Not bad for someone who flunked eighth grade English. Just don’t ask her to diagram a sentence. Margaret can be reached through her website at margaret-brownley.com

Rosey Dow is a bestselling and award-winning author with more than half a million books sold. Her novel, Reaping the Whirlwind, won the Christy Award for excellence in fiction. A former missionary and lifelong mystery buff, Rosey now makes her home in Delaware, where she edits, writes, and speaks full-time. She invites her readers to connect with her on Facebook.

Bestselling author Darlene Franklin’s greatest claim to fame is that she writes full-time from a nursing home. She lives in Oklahoma, near her son and his family, and continues her interests in playing the piano and singing, books, good fellowship, and reality TV in addition to writing. She is an active member of Oklahoma City Christian Fiction Writers, American Christian Fiction Writers, and the Christian Authors Network. She has written over fifty books and more than 250 devotionals. Her historical fiction ranges from the Revolutionary War to World War II, from Texas to Vermont. You can find Darlene online at www.darlenefranklinwrites.com

Marcia Gruver’s southern roots lend touches of humor and threads of faith to her writing. Look for both in her Texas Fortunes and Backwoods Brides series. When she’s not perched behind a keyboard, you’ll find her clutching a game system controller or riding shotgun on long drives in the Texas Hill Country. Lifelong Texans, Marcia and her husband Lee have five children. Collectively, this motley crew has graced them with a dozen grandchildren and one great-granddaughter—so far.

Bestselling author Vickie McDonough grew up wanting to marry a rancher, but instead married a computer geek who is scared of horses. She now lives out her dreams in her fictional stories about ranchers, cowboys, lawmen, and others living in the Old West. Vickie is the award-winning author of more than forty published books and novellas. Her novels include the fun and feisty Texas Boardinghouse Brides series and the Land Rush Dreams series. Vickie and her husband Robert have four grown sons, one of whom is married, and a precocious ten-year-old granddaughter. When she’s not writing, Vickie enjoys reading, antiquing, watching movies, and traveling. To learn more about Vickie’s books or to sign up for her newsletter, visit her website at www.vickiemcdonough.com

Debra Ullrick is an award winning author who is happily married to her husband of thirty-seven years. For over twenty-five years, she and her husband and their only daughter lived and worked on cattle ranches in the Colorado Mountains. The last ranch Debra lived on, a famous movie star and her screenwriter husband purchased property there. She now lives in the flatlands where she’s dealing with cultural whiplash. Debra loves animals, classic cars, mud-bog racing, and monster trucks. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drawing western art, feeding wild birds, watching Jane Austen movies, COPS, or Castle.  Debra’s other titles include, The Bride Wore Coveralls, Déjà vu Bride, Dixie Hearts, A Log Cabin Christmas, The Unexpected Bride, and come January 2012, The Unlikely Wife.

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Nebraska Territory, 1862

Are we there, yet?

— Carved into Chimney Rock in 1861 by Jimmy Watts, age eight

Oh no you don't!" Hands at her waist, EllieMay Newman glared at the back of her fast-retreating trail guide. She'd paid the man good money to take her to Chimney Rock, but at the least sign of trouble, he'd taken off like a horse with his tail afire.

Chasing after him, she stumbled over a rock. "Come back, you hear? Come back or I'll —"

By the time she scrambled to her feet, it was too late to follow through with her threats. Already the scrawny lad had leaped into his saddle and raced away.

Sputtering, she marched back to her covered wagon and gave the broken wheel a good kick. It did nothing for the wagon and didn't do much for her foot either, except make her want to scream.

A fine pickle! Now she was stranded in the wilds of Nebraska Territory with two stubborn mules, a disabled wagon, and 190 miles still to go. All because her guide thought he saw a couple of ...


With a quick glance around, she choked back a cry and rushed to the wagon for her double-barrel shotgun. Weapon in hand, she turned slowly and scanned the nearby woods. A slight breeze rustled the trees and tugged at the hem of her knee-high skirt and bloomers.

Molly the mule perked her ears forward — not a good sign. Next to her, Josie flipped her skinny tail and turned her short thick head toward the thick growth of trees at the side of the rutted trail.

Ellie-May followed the mule's gaze, and her nerves tensed. After seeing nothing for days but brown prairie grass and prickly pear cactus, the tall cedars had been a welcome sight. But since her guide ran out of those very same woods looking like he'd seen a ghost, danger now seemed to lurk behind every moving shadow.

Holding her shotgun as steady as trembling hands allowed, Ellie-May ducked under a low piney branch. Ever so softly, she stepped over a fallen tree trunk and crossed a dry gully. A twig snapped beneath her foot, and she jumped. She stopped and listened. Tom-toms! She was just about to turn and run when she realized that the thumps came from her fast-beating heart.

Moistening her lips, she moved forward on what seemed like wooden limbs. The trees closed in overhead, blocking out the hazy sun. No bird call joined the chorus of whispering wind and pounding heart.

She stepped into a small clearing. Voices. Something moved, and she ducked behind a tree. Holding her breath, she peered ever so cautiously around the trunk. Two saddled horses were tied to a bush. Her fool guide was wrong; those weren't Indian horses.

Head low, she followed the sound of voices to where three men stood. Two had their backs turned. Only the top of the third man's head was visible.

She hesitated, but only because she didn't want to interrupt what sounded like an argument. God, please don't let them be robbers or murderers or ... or worse.

Gathering as much courage as she could muster, she called out, "H–hello there."

Two men swung around, and one reached to his side for his gun. After looking her up and down, he withdrew his hand with a smirk.

She was used to people laughing at her bloomers, but this man had the nerve to leer. She kept her shotgun pointed straight at him. A woman alone couldn't afford to take chances.

"Well, what have we here?" He raked her up and down with bloodshot eyes; a toothless grin parted a scraggly beard.

"I wonder if you would be kind enough to help —" She realized with a start that the middle man's hands were tied and he had a rope around his neck. The other end of the rope was slung over a tree branch and tied to the saddle of one of the horses. Dumbstruck, she could only stare.

The man pointing a gun at the prisoner's chest didn't fare much better than his partner, appearance-wise, though he was a tad thinner. A nasty red scar cut a path from his brow to his chin whiskers, making his face appear lopsided.

Scarface looked her up and down, while next to him, Toothless lifted a brown jug to his mouth and took a swig. The two hangmen weren't exactly drunk, but they weren't exactly sober either.

Of the three strangers, the one with the rope around his neck looked the most promising. Or at least the most clearheaded.

Swallowing, she found her voice. "Surely you don't intend to hang that man." They didn't look like lawmen, at least no lawmen she'd had occasion to meet.

"Found him snoopin' around," Toothless said. "Cain't have no thievery."

Doubting that Toothless and his partner had anything worth stealing, she studied the prisoner. The whiskers shadowing his square-cut jaw didn't seem to belong with his neatly trimmed hair. Cut shorter than the current style, his brown hair fell to the side of his head from a single part. Intense cobalt eyes appeared to be conveying a private message.

Scarface spat, and a stream of chewing tobacco hit the ground with a plop. "As you can see, ma'am, we're kind of occupied at the moment. So 'less you have bus'ness here, I suggest you mosey along."

She pulled her gaze away from the captive. "I'll leave. Soon as you tell me where I might find a nearby farm or ranch."

Toothless scratched his chest. "Used to be about ten miles north, but you won't find nothin' there now. Indians burned it to the ground."

Her heart sank. Since leaving St. Jo, good news had been scarce as hen's teeth.

"How far to Plum Creek?"

"I'd say about fifteen miles. What do you say, Big Red?"

His partner nodded. "Sounds 'bout right to me."

She would never make it that far on foot before nightfall. That would mean spending the night alone on the trail without so much as a guide.

"Is there nothing closer?" she asked.

Toothless hung his thumbs from his suspenders. "You look like one a them — whatcha callums — a modern miss." The gummy smile grew bigger. "So you probably won't take no offense if me and my pardner here invite you back to our cabin. It's only a half mile downstream." He took another gulp, tossed the empty brown jug to the ground, and wiped his mouth with his shirtsleeve. "You're welcome to stay long as you want. We'll show you a good time."

Scarface concurred. "A real good time." He licked his lips and scratched his belly with his weapon-free hand.

She glanced at the jug on the ground and then swung her gaze to the prisoner. "I can offer you both a better time."

Big Red's eyes grew round as wagon wheels. "Can you now?"

"I'll give you twenty-five dollars to let the prisoner go." It was money she could ill afford to part with. The proceeds from the sale of the family farm would have to last until she found another source of income, and who knew how long that would take? Already the trip had cost more than she'd planned. Still, she wasn't about to let a man be hanged at the whim of a couple of hard-drinking scoundrels.

"You can buy a lot of moonshine for twenty-five bucks," she added.

Toothless considered this a moment before advancing toward her. "I like our plan better."

"Don't ... don't come any closer, or I'll shoot." She pointed her shotgun and thumbed back the hammer. The shh-click-click of metal did what her threats failed to do — stopped him in his tracks.

"Now what'sha want to go and do that fer?" he slurred.

She stepped back. The heel of her boot snagged on a tree branch, and her feet flew out from under her. Just as her backside hit the ground, her shotgun fired. The blast blew the hat clear off his head. He turned white and slapped his hands on top of his shiny bald pate.

Her mouth dropped open. If she was in any way responsible for the lack of fur on his head, she'd proven herself a better shot by accident than she ever was on purpose.

Fortunately, she managed to regain her composure before Toothless found his. She staggered to her feet and, moving her finger to the second trigger, swung the barrel of her gun from man to man.

The captive's gaze followed her shotgun from side to side. He looked more worried about her weapon than the rope around his neck.

She cleared her voice. "Twenty-five dollars for your friend there. Do we have a deal or don't we?"

Toothless looked at Scarface, who shrugged. He then turned back to Ellie-May. "Deal."

She nodded. Whew! That was close. Confidence restored, she lifted her chin and rose to her full five-foot-five height. "Now tell your friend to put away his gun and cut the prisoner loose."

Toothless reached for his crownless hat. He slapped the felt brim on his head, and his shiny bald cranium stuck out like an egg in a nest. "You heard the lady," he slurred.

Scarface pulled an Arkansas toothpick out of his waist and cut the rope. He then replaced his knife.

"Now step away from him," she ordered, indicating with her weapon where she wanted them to go. She reached into her skirt pocket, drew out two gold coins — one a double eagle — and tossed them onto the ground. "Not git, both of you!"

Scarface scooped up the money and ran, spurs jingling, toward the horses, his partner at his heels. Soon the pounding of hooves signaled their fast departures.

The prisoner picked his wide-brim hat off the ground, slapped it against his thigh, and pressed it on his head. He stood straight and tall, shoulders wide, giving his dusty trousers, rumpled shirt, and wrinkled vest more dignity than they deserved.

"Thank you, ma'am. Sure appreciate it. The name's Corbett. Michael Corbett. And you are ...?"

"Ellie-May Newman."

"Much obliged, Miss Newman." He then turned and casually walked away, the second man to do so that day.

"Wait!" she yelled. "Where do you think you're going?" He kept walking, so she lifted the shotgun skyward and fired.

That stopped him. He held his back toward her for a full moment before making a slow turn. "Gonna get the horse those hombres stole from me."

She frowned. "That sounds like a bad idea."

"I paid ten dollars for that sorry mare not two days ago."

"And I paid twenty-five dollars for you."

He hung his thumbs from his vest pockets. "That was your mistake, ma'am. I'm not worth more than fifteen."

"Maybe so, but I intend to get what I paid for."

He considered this a moment before asking, "And what might that be, Miss Newman?"

"You, Mr. Corbett, are going to help me find my brother."


Traveled 1,000 miles and aged 10 years.At this rate I'll be an old man by Christmas.

— Carved into Chimney Rock in 1862 by Edgar Dobbs

Mike Corbett circled Miss Newman's covered wagon. It was a simple farm conveyance, homemade by the looks of it, and fitted with a canvas bonnet. The wagon had seen better days, but he doubted the mules had. The woman said she was heading for Chimney Rock. She had to be kidding. She'd be lucky to make it to the next farm.

"Where'd you get them mules?" he asked.

"They belonged to my pa, and I kept them when I sold the farm," she said. "Bought the wagon from a neighbor." After a pause, she added, "Cost less than you did."

"I believe it."

The iron rim on the back left wheel had slipped and the wood cracked, but at least Miss Newman had the good sense to carry a spare.

"Tools?" he asked.

"In the wagon."

He walked to the back and peered inside the wagon bed. Two polished wooden trunks sat side by side. He opened the nearest one, and a faint smell of lavender wafted from its depths. A white lacey garment lay on top of a pile of neatly folded clothes. His gaze traveled through the inside of the wagon.

He could see Miss Newman tending the mules through the canvas opening in front. She'd removed her floppy straw hat, and tendrils of blond hair had slipped out of her bun and blew around her face.

She was pretty, he realized with a start. Mighty pretty. Couldn't imagine why it took so long to notice, unless it was that confounded outfit. Is that what women wear these days? Knee-high skirts over ankle-bound trousers? A man is locked away for two years, and look what happens.

His gaze settled on the satiny under-riggings in the trunk. It was hard to believe that the strong-willed, gun-wielding woman would favor such feminine frippery. Especially one who obviously preferred comfort and practicality over fashion. He closed the lid of the first trunk and opened the second.

This one was filled with bolts, linchpins, skeins, and nails. It also held a homemade jack.

She left him alone as he worked, and in no time at all, he'd changed the wheel and checked the other three.

He hung the broken wheel on the outside of the wagon and returned the tools to their proper place, but he couldn't help taking another look at the wooden trunk carrying the lady's apparel. The sweet smell of lavender still lingered in the air. Deprived of anything pleasant for longer than he cared to remember, he allowed himself the luxury of inhaling the delicate fragrance for a moment before turning away.

At the nearby stream, he washed his hands and face, the cold water stinging his skin. Still, it felt good. Just being alive and free felt good.

He still couldn't believe he'd let those ruffians sneak up on him. Nothing like that would have happened in the past. The last two years hadn't just knocked the stuffing out of him but had evidently dulled his senses.

Returning to camp, he accepted a cup of coffee from the lady. It was hot and strong, just as he liked it. The smell of bacon sizzling over a campfire made his stomach growl, and he tried to recall the last time he ate anything that smelled that good.

Miss Newman sat by the fire and tended the bacon, allowing him to study her unnoticed. In the light of the fast-fading sun, her hair looked like spun gold.

"Soon as you reach civilization, you better have a blacksmith repair that wheel to use as a spare."

"I'll do that, Mr. Corbett."

He leaned against the wagon and sipped his coffee. The crisp air promised a cold night ahead. The blanket spread out on the ground was set with two tin plates and silverware.

"Why are you looking for your brother?" he asked.

She glanced up at him. "He's missing."

"I figured that."

She stabbed at the bacon with a fork and placed the strips one by one on a tin plate. "He was a Pony Express rider. After the company shut down last fall, I expected him to come back home to the farm. He didn't."

"No surprise there. Once a man sees the world, he's not likely to want to go back to his old ways."

"Speaking from experience, Mr. Corbett?"

"Experience is all I have, ma'am."

She studied him a moment before rising to her feet. She set the plate in the center of the blanket, along with a loaf of bread. "Sorry I can't offer you more."

He sat on a rock next to the blanket. "Looks mighty appetizin'." He filled his plate and gobbled his food. He'd almost forgotten how good a meal could taste. Aware that she was staring at him, he frowned.


"Would you care to join me in grace, Mr. Corbett?"

"Anything you say, ma'am." He dropped his fork and lowered his head and tried to remember the last time he'd talked to the Lord. Giving thanks for the slop fed him over the last two years would have been an insult to God.

The moment she said amen, he dove back into his food, giving no mind to manners. That would come later. Now he had to fill the hunger gnawing at his insides.

"So when's the last time you heard from your brother?" he asked between bites.

"It's been awhile, and there's been nothing from him since the Pony Express stopped running. However, I did receive a package from the Russell, Majors, and Waddell Company."

"The express firm."

She nodded. "The package contained a small calfskin Bible with his name inside. I tried contacting them for more information, but the company was bought out, and no one knows what happened to the records."

"Every express rider was given a Bible and a gun," he said. The riders had been told to use the Bible at all times and the gun only when necessary. Seemed to him they got that backward.

"The package contained nothing else. Not even a sketch."

He looked up from his plate. "A sketch?"

"My brother was an artist." She reached into a pocket and drew out a sheet of paper, which she carefully unfolded. It was a drawing. "It's called Chimney Rock," she explained, "but my brother named it the Hand of God." She pointed to the tall, funnel-shaped rock surrounded by clouds. "He said this was God's finger pointing the way."

Corbett was no expert in art, but even he could see the boy had talent. "It's a fine drawing." His compliment brought a smile to her face, and he suddenly realized how young she was — probably no more than nineteen or twenty.

She carefully refolded the paper. "His dream is that one day his work will be displayed in art galleries around the world and maybe even kings' palaces."

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and reached for the remainder of the bread. Her brother's aspirations struck him as odd. Who cared what hung on obscure walls viewed only by the rich or elite? Nonetheless, he envied the boy his dreams. Been a long time since he had dreams of his own.

"You said the company mailed the Bible to you," he said.

She nodded. "That's what makes me believe my brother's in trouble. He would never willingly give up his Bible."

He helped himself to more bacon and slapped it on the bread. "How do you propose finding him?"


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Table of Contents

A Pony Express Christmas,
A Wife in Name Only,
Lucy Ames, Sharpshooter,
A Badlands Christmas,
Unexpected Blessings,
A Grand County Christmas,

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Old West Christmas Brides: 6 Historical Romances Celebrate Christmas on the Frontier 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Deanne-Patterson 5 months ago
Oh my, I really enjoyed this a lot! I enjoyed reading these Christmas novellas. The times were hard but people knew and cared about their neighbors. People got by with what they had there wasn't the excess of today but they didn't need an excess when you have good food and good company! Strong faithful people and I especially enjoyed reading about the different nationalities and their customs. All around excellent book that I will be getting copies of for friends for Christmas! Pub Date 01 Sep 2018 I received a complimentary copy of this book from Barbour Publishing through NetGalley. Thank you. All opinions expressed are my own.
fuzzmom 9 months ago
This collection of six wonderful stories takes you into the lives of some very different women. Each faces a challenge, and eventually ends up a Bride. Great stories of life in the American west. You will find yourself rooting for these Ladies as they face the future, head on! A wonderful set of Clean Romances.
Anonymous 9 months ago
Old West Christmas Brides This collection of novellas brings to life the struggles and hardships of the old west with the surprise of love and romance. I can't imagine myself in the old west but I fell in love with the ladies and gentleman who braved the elements and conditions and found love in these stories. I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher through Netgalley. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising”
Erin Gellos 10 months ago
So maybe I was crazy. Or maybe I just wanted to feel colder weather even though it has been super hot and humid here in Florida. I'm not really sure the main reason why I chose to read Old West Christmas Brides  a collection of short stories by Margaret Brownley, Rosey Dow, Darlene Franklin, Marcia Gruver, Vickie McDonough, Debra Ullrick, since I don't usually enjoy short stories, but I did read it. Yes, I would have preferred longer stories with more details, but I knew when I started reading it, that the stories wouldn't be long enough for me. However, considering how short the stories were, the authors did a lovely job with the space they had.  All six stories were sweet and had happy endings.  While it was strange reading about Christmas in the middle of August, it made me excited for the coming months. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys romantic novellas. This book would probably be enjoyed the most around Christmas.
lelesurfer 11 months ago
Six Times Christmas Old West Christmas Brides is a collection of six novellas that have been previously published and is presented by Barbour Publishing. The novellas are historical Christian romances, taking place between December 1880 and 1891, in various places in the Old West. They do not ignore the hard living conditions and challenges of this time period which the characters encounter. "A Pony Christmas Express" is presented by Margaret Brownley. She is a best-selling, award-winning author with nearly 40 novels and novellas. In this story Ellie-Mae Myers has left Kentucky on the deserted Pony Express route in order to find her missing twin brother and is stranded in the Nebraska with a broken down wagon and two stubborn mules. This is not her only challenge. She manages to free a man from hanging who repays her in traveling with her. He is not only an ex-convict but also an ex-Ranger. Can he be a help to her when Ellie-Mae finds out the truth about her brother? Rosey Dow, the author of "A Wife in Name Only" is a Christy-Award winning author and has published other historical novels and mysteries. Katherine Priestly and her brother leave their family's ranch in search of help for their mother and younger siblings. The family is destitute after their cattle was wiped out through sickness and after having heard nothing from their father who left to find a job with the railway in order to provide for his family. Whereas her brother finds a job in a general store, Katherine is forced to travel farther in the hope of getting a job as cook on a ranch. Having had a bad experience with an unmarried female cook in the past, Brett Masten wants to hire only a married woman. In desperation the 18-year old Katherine declares that she is married. The theft of food from the house impacts her relationship with Brett, but when she gets the news that her mother is sick she plans to return home. Darlene Franklin is presented with "Lucy Ames, Sharpshooter". She is an award-wining author and speaker who writes about the American West and has published 17 books and novellas and over 100 short pieces so far. Lucy Ames wants to experience adventure and considers to join Major Paulson's Wild West Show as a sharpshooter in spite of the reluctance of her father. It is discovered that she has not only the gift for shooting but also for talking about her faith. Her relationship with Gordon, Major Paulson's son, opens questions for her abput her future. Which way will she choose? Multiple historical novels are also published by Marcia Gruver, the award-winning author of "A Badlands Christmas". In this novella the reader travels from New York City to Medora in the Badlands of North Dakota, from a brownstone house, Christmas balls, and expensive gowns to a sod hovel in the plains, located on a farm. Life for Jonathon Nancarrow and his daughters, Noella and Beatrice, originally from Coolangotta (Queensland, Australia) has seriously changed. The question is if Hiram, whom they encounter in Medora, can help them to survive their first winter at Vine House and if he can help them to adapt to their changed circumstances. Another best-selling and award-winning author is Vickie McDonough who writes stories about the Old West and is present with "Unexpected Blessings". In her novella Anna, a nanny, is taking Molly (age 6) and Mark (age 4) on the train from Dallas to Cut Corners. She loves them and has cared for them for two years. Now she is supposed to turn them o
CharJones2525 11 months ago
Yes! So much goodness in just one volume, that’s what Old West Christmas Brides is! Loved the setting of the Old West at Christmas as the backdrop for wonderful romances from six terrific writers. Highly recommended! Pub Date 01 Sep 2018 Thanks to Barbour Books and NetGalley for the review copy. Opinions are fully mine. #OldWestChristmasBrides
Anonymous 11 months ago
After reading this book I felt so sad it was over. The stories washed over me with such a warmth of love for family and special memories. Every story was so wonderful and for them to just keep going made me feel as if I hit the jackpot! Some of the stories made me laugh, but each individual story gave me such a peace and made me reflect on my own special Christmases with all the smells and the memories. This book will be among my best books ever read! Such a feel good book!
Andrea Byers 12 months ago
A good and enjoyable collection of stories. Though I had some favorites, they were all nice Christmas season stories. A Pony Express Christmas by Margaret Brownley A young woman braves traveling a Pony Express route looking for her brother. A bad time of season to travel, but she is persistent and winds up with a helper after saving someone’s life. Enjoyable story, wraps up nicely. A Wife in Name Only by Rosey Dow Katie seeks a job to help her family, the only problem is the rancher will only hire married women. Although I enjoyed all the stories in this collection, this one was my favorite. Enough action to keep the pages turning, and likeable characters round out this one. Lucy Ames, Sharpshooter by Darlene Franklin Lucy Ames has dreams to travel and a gift for accurate shooting. She joins a traveling show and adapts to life on the road away from family and making new friends. Enjoyable story. A Badlands Christmas by Marcia Gruver Noela has plans, and they certainly didn’t include what turns into a permanent move. Her family is ill equipped to deal with ranching and have a lot to learn, but thanks to a friendly neighbor and his father, they just might make it. Really enjoyed this one, and the growth Noela goes through. Unexpected Blessings by Vickie McDonough This one may have been my 2nd favorite, but again all the stories are delightful. Anna needs to deliver her 2 charges to their kin. She doesn’t forsee the troubles that entails. Fun characters in a very small town and precocious children. A Grand County Christmas by Debra Ullrick Awnya just wants to hunt some food. Unfortunately she realizes she doesn’t know her way home and a blizzard is coming. Amadeus comes across her and helps her to his home to wait out the blizzard. Good characters with enough tension between to keep ones interest.