As they make their way West, an unexpected, deep bond develops between Vanessa and Claytonfar more powerful than a mere friendship or his sense of duty to her. But Vanessa’s stepfather won’t let her go so easily. As Clayton and Vanessa place their faith in God and their trust in each other, will they find healing and hope for the future together?
"Shelley Gray is a wonderful storyteller, and A Texan’s Promise captured me from the first page. This endearing love story is so rich with detail, I felt like I was traveling alongside Vanessa and Clayton throughout their incredible journey. Clayton is the hero every woman dreams of, and I loved watching Vanessa grow from a scared girl into a strong woman. This is a wonderful start to this new series. Highly recommended." - Beth Wiseman Best-selling author of the Daughters of the Promise series
"Shelley Gray’s fans will enjoy riding along with her characters down a new trail of romance in A Texan’s Promise, the first in The Heart of a Hero series. Readers will be rooting for Clayton and Vanessa to find their way to a true and lasting love." - Ann H. Gabhart, author of The Outsider, Summer of Joy, and Angel Sister
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A Texan's Promise
Book 1 of the Heart of a Hero series
By Shelley Gray
Abingdon PressCopyright © 2011 Shelley Sabga
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Vanessa, honey, why you crying?"
Clayton! He stood in the doorway to the stables, his presence both a soothing balm and a source of panic.
Vanessa gingerly leaned back against the wood behind her, willed herself to relax, but it was no good. It was going to be some time before she could calm down again. "I'm sorry I woke you."
"You didn't." His eyes narrowed a he stepped closer. "It's midnight. Isn't it awfully late for you to be out of bed?"
Yes. Yes, it was. It was too late for a lot of things now. Wiping her eyes with the side of her fist, she shook her head. "I'll go in soon."
Clayton crouched beside her, his knees brushing her skirts. A puff of dust flew up, mixing with his scent, all bay rum and horses. "Care to tell me what happened?"
She was thankful for the darkness. "No."
He rocked back on his heels. "It might make you feel better." Just his presence made her feel better, but that was how it always had been. Though only twenty-nine, Clayton Proffitt was the foreman of her family's ranch, had been soon after her pa had hired him six years ago. When Pa had died, Clayton kept the place going for her mother.
Now that Ma remarried, Clayton had proved to be the most upstanding man she'd ever met. The differences between him and her stepfather were like night and day.
He'd always been patient and kind to her. Had always had time for her when no one else had. Even more importantly, he knew the Bible well, and often referred to it whenever she sought his advice. Consequently, his opinion mattered more to her than anyone else's.
Which was exactly why she couldn't tell him what happened. Desperately, she breathed deep. Inhaled his scent, his goodness, before tucking her chin to her chest. "It's nothing. I'm ... fine, Clay. I'll be out of your way in a minute. Sorry I disturbed you."
She moved to get up, but his hand stilled her. "I didn't say you disturbed me. I don't think you ever could." Peering closer, his expression softened as one calloused finger touched her cheek. "Now. There's got to be a reason you're out here crying after midnight. What happened?"
She wanted to tell him. But if she did, he'd just shoulder all her hurt and responsibility, making her wish that she was less of a burden.
She hated being nineteen and unmarried. Too old to ask for help; too innocent to be self-sufficient.
"Well, if you're not going to get up, I guess I'm just going to have to join you, hmm?" Clay sat beside her, stretched his legs out next to hers, making her feel petite and insignificant. With no small amount of humor in his eyes, he sighed dramatically. Just like he had when Delaney Brewster had teased her about having arms and legs like sticks. Back when she'd taken to praying every night for God to stop taking His time to make her a woman.
"Looks like you're going to make me guess," he teased. "Let's see ... George Law forgot to call on you today."
Oh, Clay was so sweet to her. She hated to disappoint him. "It's not that."
"Ben Forte didn't say how pretty you looked in that periwinkle gown you like so much."
Periwinkle. Vanessa hiccupped. The only reason Clay knew such a word was that she'd corrected him when he said her purple dress was fetching. "I'm not crying about a boy."
"Well then?" He folded an arm around her shoulder and was about to squeeze her tight when she winced.
He turned, one knee facing her hip. "Vanessa?" he murmured. His voice turned concerned. There was no trace of humor lingering in his voice. "What happened?"
How could she tell him? "It's nothing." It was everything.
His eyes narrowed. "I don't think so." With one finger, he tilted her chin up, tilted her head so it moved into the lone ray of glimmering moonlight shimmering down from the loft's window.
She knew the moment he saw the bruise on her cheek. "I'll be fine."
Tender fingers, so gentle, brushed her hair back from her face. But his gaze had hardened. "You're bleeding."
"My cheek is, too?"
"Too?" Shifting again, he propped himself on one knee. Looking her over a little more closely. "Vanessa, what happened?"
"I ... I didn't realize ..." Shame—and the lethal glare in his eyes—cut off her words. What would she do if he thought she was unworthy? Ever since her pa had died, she'd felt alone except for Clay. If he turned away from her, she'd have no one left.
"Realize what?" His voice was hoarse. Urgent. Still he touched her, petting her hair, tracing the swelling on her cheek.
Against her will, the tears flowed again. Frustrated, she mopped them with her sleeve, then winced as the action brushed fabric across her back. "I ... I can't do this, Clay. I can't say it."
Clayton changed to a near crouch. Gone were all the traces of brotherly affection. In its place was everything that had made him a brilliant soldier. Determination. Fortitude. Strength. "Let me see you. Let me see your back."
Clay's voice was firm. It was the voice he used when ordering cowhands around. The tone he used when Lovey, Vanessa's shepherd, forgot she was supposed to be working and there were still twenty head of cattle to bring in.
It was the tone Clay used with her brother Miles when Clay's patience was at its wit's end. He'd never spoken that way to her before. Ever.
Obediently, she turned her shoulders, closing her eyes at his sharp intake of breath. As he very gently touched her torn gown, she stiffened, then exhaled in relief when his touch didn't hurt, it was so butterfly-quick.
"Who did this to you? Price? Was it Price?"
She turned back to face him, stunned to find him shaking. Stunned to see mist in his brown eyes. Almost roughly, he cradled her jaw with one of his hands. "Answer me, sweetheart."
Sweetheart. He'd done that for years. Called her a whole host of endearments whenever they were alone. She supposed it was because a couple of months after they'd buried her daddy, she'd confided to Clayton how she missed the words. Her pa had been openly affectionate, her mother far less so.
Clayton now called her "baby," "darlin'," "sweetheart," and "honey." Anything to make her smile. Anything to make her feel wanted.
Never had the words seemed anything but teasing.
Never had they sounded as heartfelt as they did this minute.
"Vanessa, did your stepfather do this?"
She couldn't lie. The truth hurt, almost as much as the belt had. Yet, lying to Clay would hurt worse. She nodded.
Clayton looked at her for a good long moment, then, as if he made a decision, he stood up and carefully helped her to her feet. "Come here, honey." Taking her hand, he led her to his room.
She'd seen it before. When Pa had gotten so sick, he'd asked Clay to build himself a nice suite of rooms in the back of the barn so their foreman could be within shouting distance of the house. Made up of two rooms, it had a bedroom and a small sitting area, complete with a stove. Her pa had insisted on that, since everyone knew Clayton Proffitt liked both his coffee and his privacy.
Her brother Miles said Clayton was uncannily self-sufficient. He often chose to eat by himself instead of eating with the ranch hands or joining the family in the dining room.
She'd knocked on his door a time or two. Or fifty. He'd always come out to help her with her horse or to listen when she had a problem. More than once he'd made her tea as he listened to her prattle on about anything and everything.
But now, as they entered his bedroom, Vanessa hardly had time to do more than inhale the scent of tobacco and mint before he motioned for her to sit. She perched atop his quilt, a crazy quilt she'd made for him four Christmases ago.
After checking to see that his curtains were drawn, Clay lit a kerosene lamp. Then he crouched in front of her again. When he spied her cheek in the better light a look of such concern crossed his face that Vanessa felt a fresh surge of tears struggle to come forth. She bit her lip and hoped for strength.
"Van, honey ... what happened? You've got to tell me the truth. At the moment, I'm thinking the worst."
If she said the words out loud, it would mean it had really happened.
And that was too hard to come to grips with. "I ... I can't."
"It would be best if you did."
Those eyes of his, so gentle and soft brown, ended her struggle. Tears fell again. "Please, Clay. Not yet." When she saw her hands were trembling, she pushed them under a fold in her skirt.
After a moment, he sat next to her, edging closer when he saw what she needed. "Come here, honey."
With a sigh, Vanessa rested her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and breathed deep, taking in his scent, his warmth. Finding comfort in his powerful strength. Maybe he wouldn't leave her when he found out the truth. Maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.
* * *
Clay didn't know where to put his hands. Vanessa's back was marred by two thick bloody welts, each one a good six inches long. The tender skin was bruised and mottled. Fabric from her dress looked to be embedded in each one.
And that was what he could see.
He was afraid she had other injuries, areas that hadn't drawn blood, hurts he couldn't see. Finally settling on her upper arms, he gently rubbed her, said all those nonsense words his mama had said to him a hundred times, back when he was small.
Said those words Vanessa had always craved, loving words that showed she wasn't alone, that someone cared.
"Hush now, sweetheart. It'll be okay, Van."
Her crying continued, making his shoulder wet and his heart break. Figuring she needed to shed the tears and he needed time to control his anger, he held himself stiff and fought for patience.
After another few minutes, she pulled back. "Oh, my! Clayton, I'm so sorry—I've made a mess of you. I'll just go and—"
"You're not going anywhere." Tilting her chin up, he prayed she'd trust him. "Vanessa, please. Tell me. Now."
She seemed to weigh her choices, then just as quickly, gave them up. "Price ... hit me."
Clayton swallowed hard.
Oh, Price had done more than that. In the dim light he saw the swelling under the bruise on her cheek, the cut on her lip, the awareness in her eyes that a man's strength could hurt her badly.
Clayton was also well aware of the damage a leather strap could do. "Why did he hit you?"
"Because he ... because I wouldn't ..." She halted, swallowed hard. Met his gaze, looked back down.
Oh, Lord, no. "Because you wouldn't ... what?" Examining her closer, he spied a rip in her gingham near the collar. Caught sight of a fingertip bruise.
"Because I wouldn't ... because he wanted ... me. Me?" She looked at Clayton, wonder in her eyes. "He said horrible things. I couldn't. I couldn't, Clayton." Her eyes turned wild.
He sought to calm the memories. Rubbing her arms, still afraid to touch her anywhere else, he looked at her directly. "I know, honey."
"Price grabbed me. Grabbed the collar of my dress. I screamed."
"Then what happened?"
"He blocked the door, and I ... I ran to the window."
She was shaking now, reliving the memory. Clayton linked his fingers through hers. When she gazed at their joined hands and drew a fortifying breath, he pushed her some more, just like he used to do with the young boys in his unit during the war. Sometimes, even the worst truths needed to be admitted. "And then?"
"He went mad. He hit me. I tried to hit him back. And then ... then he pulled off his belt." She shuddered. "I was so afraid."
"I know." Clay had seen Price display acts of violence more and more throughout the past year.
Her pretty green eyes, so luminous and desperate, stared at him in wonder. "I ... I didn't understand, Clay. Why? Why now?"
Because she was beautiful. Because she was untouched. "I don't know," he lied.
"He struck me. I screamed and cried and tried to get away— but there was nowhere to go."
She paused. "And then Momma rushed in and pulled him away." With a ragged breath, she looked down at his quilt." Thank goodness she came."
She'd come far too late, by his estimate. Carefully, Clay turned to look at her back again.
"He struck you more than once."
Back down went her chin. "I know."
"Did he ... Vanessa, tell me the truth. Did he ... do more than that?" Alarmed, she shook her head.
He was frightening her. Praying to the Lord for the right words, Clayton carefully spoke again. "Honey, you can tell me. You can tell me anything, remember?" he coaxed. "Did he ... undress?" He gazed at her legs, curled tightly underneath her. "Did he force you to—" He couldn't say it. "Tell me the truth, sweetheart. I won't think—"
She stopped him by putting two fingers across his lips. "When Momma came, he left. All Price did was hit me. I promise."
Clayton glanced at her back again. The blood was drying, right in sync with how the skin had swelled. Most likely, she'd have scars across her upper back for the rest of her life.
The thought of anyone hurting her so brought forth another wave of anger. "Where was your brother? Where was Miles?"
"I don't know. Maybe in the hall? After Momma and Price left, I locked my door and turned off my lantern. But I got so scared, Clay. The room smelled like him. When things were quiet, I came out here." She looked at him, begged him with her eyes to understand. "I couldn't stay in the house any longer."
Wearily, she brushed a lock of hair away from her forehead." I ... I don't know what I'm going to do in the morning."
He did. "I'm taking you away from here. You can't stay another night."
"There's been rumors that Price has a disease," he said slowly, wondering how much to tell her about what the women in Camp Hope were saying about Price, "that it's affecting his mind. You're not safe." No way was he going to let Price get within ten feet of Vanessa again.
"I can't leave. Then I'll have no one."
"You'll have me." Once again, Clayton wished her family had done more than gone to church when time allowed it. Vanessa never seemed to realize that the Lord could be on her side—if she'd open her heart to Him.
"If we don't leave, a locked door will never be enough to keep your stepfather away." He gripped her shoulders. "Do you understand, honey?"
"I do." She winced as she shifted.
Her pain brought him back to his responsibilities. He needed to take care of her. Taking care of her had always been his most important duty.
"But before we do anything, we're going to have to fix you up, sugar." Grateful for the small stove he'd insisted on having, he stirred up the dying fire then poured a small amount of water into the kettle he kept nearby. As it heated up, he poured more water in a basin, then sorted through his trunk and found his softest broadcloth. The fabric was old and worn, too soft to wear on the range—but perfect for Vanessa's tender skin.
Finally, he searched and found an old handkerchief, faded but clean. After pouring a liberal amount of hot water in the basin, he crouched in front of Vanessa again. Placing his hands on either side of her knees, he said, "We need to doctor your back. Will you trust me?"
After a long moment, she nodded.
Oh, he hated this! Swallowing hard, he said, "Your shirt— it needs to come off."
Obediently, she fumbled with her top button. Clay watched her attempt loosen it but her hands shook so; tears of frustration pooled in her eyes again. "Let me," he whispered, moving her hands to one side.
Still kneeling in front of her, he unbuttoned the next two, taking care not to brush her skin with his fingers. Finally, the top of her blouse was open, a white camisole peeking out underneath. A pair of dark bruises mottled the fair skin near her collarbone.
He wanted to beat Price Venture.
After moving to sit by her side, Clayton gently guided her arms out of the sleeves, then did his best to lift the fabric from her back.
Vanessa winced as it stuck. "Oh, Clay."
"Lie ... lie down on your stomach, sugar," he said, giving her his pillow to cradle. After smoothing her long brown hair to one side, he dipped his bandanna in the warm water.
"I'm going to dampen the fabric, see if I can remove the cloth easier. I'll try not to hurt you."
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Coulda been a nice story, but it is loaded with spreading the word, praising the lord, & pondering god's plan. Every move, thought, or decision that any character makes is a long drawn out diatribe about whether they think it's all about god's will. I found all the preaching & scripture to be way over the top, especially for a romance novel.
What a great book. I could not put it down. I highly recommend this book, also, very inspirational.
Story of a young girl abused by her step-father and rescued by a ranch hand. Leaving everything behind they escape to another state while being pursued. A tough cowboy can be tender, loving and patient while his beloved recovers from emotional and physical scars. His insecurities need time to heal, but in time a family is built. Framed in the wild west, faith and prayer pull the two through many scary, life threatening times.
GREAT story!! Started reading it one night and stayed up all night to finish it!! Amazing love story.
Refreshing change from all the ridiculous vampire books running rampant!
A Texan's Promise by Shelley Gray is a delightful tale set in Texas in 1873. Shelley weaves a story about Vanessa Grant, a young woman who has suffered tremendously, after undergoing advances from her stepfather. Clayton Proffitt, foreman of the ranch, comes to her rescue. Clayton chooses the honorable thing in taking care of Vanessa, and getting her away from her stepfather's evil clutches. But will he ever choose to love her or will he always just be honor bound? I found A Texan's Promise to be a wonderfully written novel and highly recommend it. * This book was provided free for review by Abingdon Press.
Totally enjoyable read. Multiple references to the Bible, which was truly revered at that time in our history.
This was an awesome book!! Loved the wonderful story line and the goodness behind it all!! I love a good Christian romance novel!!
This book was not quite what I expected. It is historical meets western, romantic meets religious. This book is filled with sweet romance, and packed full of Biblical references. Every other sentence has a reference to God, the Bible or Jesus. The two characters spend most of their time with inner doubts, wheras if they talked to each other honestly they would see they shared those doubts. Overall a nice, well developed book.
It was good read mostly, just a little heavy on the religion, so if you are not into that type of content probably is not for you. Otherwise, it was an alright story.
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I didn't know it was a Christian book.
That was a mighty fine book I just read. I pray to the lord that you will like it as much as I did. Amen
This book showd us a real heart compromised from the characters. Story develops nicely.
An excellent story! I loved it, and can't wait to read the rest in the series.
I read this book not knowing what to expect but I must say I was pleasantly surprised. I am not one for romance books but this book draws you in and doesn't let go until the end.
The story is so well constructed. I read both books and although i wished the characters had met during the actual story and not as a side note of information. Still this is a must read i hope you enjoy her work as much as i do.
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I couldn't put the book down!! I was up until 3 am trying to finish. I especially loved the Christian theme. Simply refreshing .
It was so nice to get a book without explicit sex & strong language. An easy read & I didn't want to put it down.
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I LIKE HER WAY OF DESIGNED WRITING. I ALWAYS ENJOY HER BOOKS AS I ALWAYS PURCHASE.
I thought the basic story was good but I found myself wanting to be done with it. A lot of unnecessary repeating.