Christopher Williams has been assigned to follow the Brookstone show on its 1901 tour of England and write a series of articles for his magazine. As he gets to know the cast he quickly finds himself irresistibly drawn to the show's sharpshooter. But getting close to someone would threaten to bring his past to light. How could he ever win Mary's heart if she knows the truth? Mary and Chris will both have to trust God if they are to heal from the wounds of the past and chart a new future together.
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Tracie Peterson (www.traciepeterson.com) is the bestselling, award-winning author of more than 100 novels. Tracie also teaches writing workshops at a variety of conferences on subjects such as inspirational romance and historical research. She and her family live in Montana.
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May 1901 Topeka, Kansas
Mary Reichert posed for the newspaper photographer as she'd done hundreds of times before. As the Brookstone Wild West Extravaganza's top trick and sharpshooter, she had earned a reputation for being second only to Annie Oakley.
"Smile, Miss Reichert," the photographer called from behind his tripod. "This one is for the paper."
Mary beamed a smile and held her Smith & Wesson hammerless .38 revolver at an angle to show off the elaborate etching on the nickel plating. The photographer took the picture, then motioned for the winner of the day's shooting competition to join Mary. He was hardly more than a boy. He wore a suit of brown tweed two sizes too small but was fiercely proud of having beat all the other competitors to shoot in one final round against Mary.
The competition was the idea of the show's owner, Oliver Brookstone, and his assistant, Jason Adler, whose father had a financial interest in the show. Prior to each show, the promoters and town officials set up a competition between locals. Participants would shoot both a rifle and pistol of their own choosing until the top man or woman was chosen. This person would then be called down from the audience to compete against Mary during the Brookstone show.
"What is your name?" the photographer asked the young man.
He tugged at his collar and cleared his throat. "Boyd. Boyd Butler."
"All right then, Mr. Butler, I want you to stand next to Miss Reichert and hold up your pistol toward her. Now, Miss Reichert, you hold your pistol toward him."
Mary nodded and shifted into the desired pose.
The man focused his camera and then raised his head to address Mary. "I wonder if we might push your hat back just a bit. I'm getting a shadow."
"Of course." She gave the custom red Stetson a slight nudge. It was one of ten that had been specially made for her by the John B. Stetson Company.
The photographer eyed the scene again and nodded. "That's good. Now, instead of a smile, I think a serious expression would be fitting — show a little competition."
They did as instructed, and he completed the picture just as Oliver Brookstone appeared. Oliver was resplendent in his master of ceremonies costume — a bright red coat and black pants. His vest was gold and his bow tie black, and atop his head he wore a black top hat.
"My dear Mary, it's time to take your place. The show is about to start." He turned and hurried back toward the arena.
Mary could tell from the sound of commotion that the audience was growing more and more excited. She looked at the young man beside her. "Well, Mr. Butler, are you ready for your big moment?"
He gulped and nodded. She wondered if he would freeze up altogether once they were in front of the large crowd.
Mary took pity on him. She slipped her revolver into her holster and reached out to pat his arm. "Don't be nervous. Just pretend nobody is there. It'll just be you and me having a friendly shooting competition."
He flushed. "Yes, ma'am."
She might have laughed at his wide-eyed look of fear, but she knew he was just a boy trying hard to be a man. Laughing at him would only make matters worse.
Music sounded from the arena, and Mary knew that was their cue. Oliver was about to start the show. In years gone by, there was always a big parade of all the performers, but this year the attention and excitement behind the shooting competition made it necessary to start with that. Should the competitor beat Mary, there would be a big to-do, with a trophy presentation and purse given to the winner. So far, however, no one had bested Brookstone's top shooter, and no one really expected that anyone would.
When Oliver cued Mary and Mr. Butler to join him in the center of the arena, she saw the young man freeze in place. She looped her arm through his. "Come on." She all but dragged him out in front of the cheering audience.
"Topekans," Mr. Brookstone announced through his megaphone, "I give you the talented and beautiful Mary Reichert and your own Boyd Butler. Boyd is the winner of your community shooting competition. Let's give them a hand!"
Cheers went up all around. Mary smiled and waved with her free arm. She nudged Boyd. "Wave. They're cheering for you."
He nodded and lifted his arm. She wondered if he'd even make it as far as the actual competition before fainting dead away.
"Boyd will attempt to best Miss Mary in a little contest we've put together," Oliver continued. "It's nothing arduous, folks — we wanted to keep everything fair and square. We're going to toss glass balls in the air, and Mary and Boyd will take turns shooting. The first to miss is the loser, and the other will be our winner."
The audience clapped all the louder, and some began to chant Boyd's name. It further unnerved the young man, and he glanced at Mary.
"Try not to think about them. Just remember you won the competition fair and square against the others. Now you just need to best me." She winked and immediately realized it was the wrong thing to do. Poor Boyd. He looked like he might be sick at any moment.
Mary couldn't give him a second thought, however. The contest began, and for a moment she thought he might actually be able to go the distance. As the balls were slung high into the air, Boyd met the challenge. Mary didn't think he'd best her, but he might at least make the competition interesting. But on the sixth ball, his concentration was broken by a sudden rousing cheer. The ball flew into the air and he fired ... and missed. Across the audience, an exasperated cry echoed.
"Well, folks," Oliver Brookstone called out, "that's just the way it goes. Let's give Boyd Butler a big hand for being the finest shooter in Topeka and for being able to go a few rounds with our Miss Mary Reichert."
The audience burst into cheers and applause. Mary waved, then took Boyd's hand and raised it in the air. After the clapping began to die down, Oliver presented Boyd with a certificate and a consolation prize: two free tickets to the next Brookstone performance in Topeka.
Mary was glad when the competition concluded and the routine of the show began. She joined the parade on horseback with the other performers. So far the show had enjoyed great success and a very busy year. If she hadn't been so preoccupied with the loss of her brother, August, she would have been the happiest of any of them. Unfortunately, August's untimely death the year before continued to haunt her. Especially knowing he was murdered and no one was being made to pay for it.
She lined up with the other performers and waited for Ella Fleming to Roman ride a two-horse team into position. Standing atop the bare backs of the matched geldings, Ella waved to the crowd, her long blond curls fluttering behind her. A second and third team came behind her, but it was Ella who held Mary's attention.
August had been killed on Ella's family's farm, and Ella had overheard her father and former fiancé admit to the deed. Mary had wanted nothing more than to see justice done and those two men forced to admit their guilt. But instead, nothing had happened to them. Nothing at all. They had reported that August had been trampled to death by two wild colts, and the sheriff and doctor who'd investigated the matter agreed. Not that anyone would dare to say otherwise. By the men's own admission, there wasn't a person in the town or surrounding counties who would ever make a stand against them. Both men held the local populace in their debt, and those who didn't owe them feared them and would never dream of speaking out against George Fleming or Jefferson Spiby.
The injustice of it ate at Mary day and night. She wanted her brother's killers to confess and take their punishment. She wanted someone to put aside their fear or devotion to the two men and see them jailed or, better yet, hanged for their offense. She tried to pray for peace of heart and mind, but it wasn't to be had. She didn't think God was even listening. Her grandmother had once told her that God heard every prayer, but if that were true, then why wasn't He answering?
Everyone exited the arena except the Roman riders. Their performance was first. Ella would be busy for the next twenty minutes.
"Are you all right, Mary?" Lizzy Brookstone rode up alongside her. She looked concerned.
Mary dismounted and handed her horse off to one of the wranglers. "I'm just brooding over August."
Lizzy gave a sympathetic nod. "I suppose being so close to your grandparents' farm brings all of that back."
"It does." Mary had quit the Brookstone show prior to last year's season and had been living near Topeka with her grandparents in order to prepare for her wedding to neighboring farmer Owen Douglas. When news of her brother's death had come, they had been devastated — shocked beyond reason. Now, being back in the area only reminded her of how bad it had felt to lose him. How she had still found no way to gain justice for his murder. Since arriving in town, Mary hadn't been able to put it from her mind.
"Are your grandparents here today?" Lizzy asked.
"They said they planned to be." Mary shrugged. "Kate too. She said she had to speak to me about something."
"Mary?" a feminine voice called.
Mary turned to find her sister. "Kate! I was just telling Lizzy that you planned to be here."
From atop her dappled buckskin, Lizzy waved. "Nice to see you again, Kate. That dress is beautiful. Pink definitely suits you."
Kate smiled and touched the lace at her throat. "I bought it with the last of my teaching money."
"The last?" Mary asked, looking her sister up and down. "Why the last? Did you quit?"
"As a matter of fact, I did. That was part of what I came to tell you."
"But I thought you loved teaching."
Kate looked at her gloved hands. "I do, but the school prefers their teachers to be unmarried." She glanced up as if waiting for the full effect of her words to settle on her sister.
Mary knew Kate had been interested in Owen Douglas, and when Mary jilted him to rejoin the wild west show, Kate had asked if she might seek him out. Mary had given her blessing. She and Owen had been childhood friends, and everyone had supposed they would marry. But while Mary had loved Owen as a brother, she could never work that love into something more marital. Owen had understood. Neither had ever fallen in love with the other.
"Owen and I were married a few weeks ago," Kate blurted. "I wanted to have you at the wedding, but I knew you were tied up with the show. I know I should at least have written to let you know, but things happened so fast, and before I knew it ..." She let the words fade into silence.
Mary couldn't hide her surprise. For a moment, words wouldn't even come. It was Lizzy who reached down from her horse to extend a hand of congratulations.
"I'm so happy for you, Kate."
"Thank you, Lizzy." Kate only glanced at Lizzy before turning back to Mary. "I'm so sorry if this is a bit much for you."
Mary shook her head. "It's all right. I'm just surprised." She tried to force her thoughts into order. "Of course I'm delighted. You and Owen are well suited for each other, and I know you'll be happy together." She embraced her sister. "I wish I could have been there."
As they pulled apart, Kate reached out to touch Mary's cheek. "Are you truly all right with this? I know you said you were back in October, but we didn't talk about it after that."
"I thought you might write and tell me how you were progressing, but honestly, it's all right." Mary pressed Kate's hand with her own. Her little sister and only living sibling was married. "Is Owen here?"
Kate nodded. "He's keeping our seats with Oma and Opa. He thought you might appreciate not having to face everyone at once."
"That was thoughtful." The reality of it all began to sink in. Mary was happy for her sister, but at the same time, almost felt as if she'd been wronged. That was silly, of course. If Owen and Kate had found true love, and she had no reason to think they hadn't, then she was glad they had married. Still, the thought of having to face them all was more than she wanted to contend with right now. Especially since she still had to perform, and her concentration was of the utmost importance.
"Look, I need to get ready for my act." Mary looked over her shoulder at Lizzy. "I can't remember — are we here overnight or leaving right away?"
"Neither. Our train is out at midnight. If you'd like, there's plenty of time to go out to the farm and visit your family."
"I was thinking maybe we could just go to dinner. I'd be happy to pay," Mary said, turning back to her sister. "A celebration dinner to congratulate the newlyweds."
Kate smiled. "I know I'd like that, and I'm sure the others would too, but you know Opa will never let you pay for it."
Mary smiled. "Well, just tell him I insist. I'll see you after the performances."
Kate leaned forward and kissed Mary's cheek. "I'm so glad you're happy for us." She hurried from the staging area and back to the arena.
"Are you really all right?" Lizzy asked.
"I'm fine. Really. Shocked, but fine." Mary watched Kate disappear back into the stands. "I teased her about taking our wedding date so the plans we'd made wouldn't have to be undone." She drew a deep breath. "I'm honestly happy for them. Owen needed a wife. Since his folks died and he had the farm all to himself ... well, he needed someone."
Lizzy tugged at a loose button on her sleeve. "Still, it can be hard to have it actually happen this way, what with your sister marrying him."
Mary shrugged. "I've always seen Owen as a brother, so maybe it's exactly as it should be. Now he's really my brother. At least, my brother-in-law."
"So long as you're going to be all right. You'd best hurry. You'll be on in five minutes. I need to find Agnes and ask her to secure this button."
"I saw her and Brigette heading to the dressing room earlier."
"Then that is where I must go, and you must dazzle the audience with your greatness."
Mary looked at the clock and nodded. "Indeed. The show must go on."CHAPTER 2
Christopher Williams didn't know when he'd enjoyed anything as much as this all-female wild west show. He'd seen Buffalo Bill Cody's show and had even traveled for a time with him in 1898 so the magazine could run a serial on him and the performers, but this show had them beat for charm. The ladies were just as lovely as Brookstone promised and ten times as talented as Chris had expected. He was especially taken by the female sharpshooter, Mary Reichert. Watching her shoot in the contest with the local man had been a fun diversion, but observing her talented main act had left him wanting to write an article, if not a series of articles, on her. Perhaps on the entire troupe. Of course, he'd have to talk his editor into the idea, since that wasn't the reason he was in town.
Due to his editor's interest in spiritualism, Chris had come to Topeka in order to do a story on the Bethel Bible College and Pastor Charles Parham. This story had been planned since the previous New Year's Eve incident that had made public the supposed miracle of speaking in tongues. From what he'd learned, there'd been a watch night service to usher in the New Year and pray for wisdom and guidance. A woman named Agnes Ozman had asked to be prayed for and afterward began to speak in Chinese. Although from what Chris had been able to learn, no one knew for certain it was Chinese. However, they did attest that for three days Agnes could not speak any English but could only write in Chinese characters. Chris had done his best to interview anyone who had witnessed the actual affair. He had hoped to speak to Agnes herself, but Miss Ozman, who wanted to be a missionary to the Chinese, was said to be in Omaha doing the Lord's work. He found the entire matter rather absurd.
Still, he would write up the story using the best of his information and let his editor do with it what he would. Thankfully, one of Agnes's best friends had a nice photograph of her that they were willing to give him. That, along with photographs he'd arranged to be taken of the former school — and ones he'd obtained of the pastor involved — should suffice for the magazine article. He'd leave it up to the readership to decide if a true miracle of God had taken place.
As the wild west show concluded, Chris was already formulating the story idea he would pitch to his editor. This would be a series of articles. Stories that would stimulate the heart of Americans both male and female. His magazine, MyAmerica, looked for unusual bits of Americana interest, and nothing could do that as well as the Brookstone Wild West Extravaganza. Of this, Chris was certain. His magazine readers would love learning about the all-female wild west show, and he personally wanted to learn more about the lovely Miss Reichert. She was incredible, and he'd met many an incredible woman.
Chris made his way through the streaming lines of people and then cut away to slip back into the realm of the performers. The corridors were littered with crates that had contained props and targets for Mary Reichert's sharpshooting and that of her counterpart, Alice.(Continues…)
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I am enjoying this series about the Brookstone Wild West ladies. Each lady is a talented, caring lady of character and each has an interesting story. This book takes the Wild West show to England. For me, this aspect of the story just wasn’t as interesting as the first book. It did fill in more of the stories of Lizzy and Mary. There’s still an on-going mystery as to why and who killed Mary’s brother. Since this book is kind of a “bridge” book to the rest of the story, as sometimes second books in a series can be, I’ll be looking forward to the next one to continue the story and hopefully solve that mystery. I received a copy of this book from the publisher. All opinions are my own.
(4.5 stars) - even better than the first This is book 2 of Peterson's Brookstone Brides series. I've read the first book, "When You are Near", and can vouch that book 2 provides more than sufficient info to stand alone, though I do personally think this is one of those series that is even better read in order. This has been an interesting as well as entertaining series. Learning some of the details about how a traveling wild west show operated while enjoying a romantic, mysterious & at times suspenseful story makes for an eminently satisfying read. While this 2nd story focuses especially on Mary & Chris, there are multiple plot threads involving the ongoing development of previous characters. Lizzy has been a bit of a "mary sue" character so I found Mary more relatable. And Chris's enthusiastic interest in Mary complicated by his mysterious past made for an intriguing romance. However, we also find that Lizzy & Wes are still working toward their happily-ever-after. And Ella is finding her place with the troupe, as is Wes's brother, Phillip. There are some unexpected new developments - especially a pretty major, surprising one. The ending resolves the main plot of this book happily, but leaves the rest rather open-ended. No cliffhangers, thankfully, but it's going to be difficult to wait till October for the sure to be exciting conclusion. Clean romance level: Sweet kisses Religion: overtly Christian from a "Jesus prayer" conversion belief system, but the characters' religious discussions are otherwise generic. Non-Christians will likely find it a tad preachy, but excepting those disposed to be annoyed, it's easily skimmed.
Wherever You Go By Tracie Peterson This is the second book to the Brookstone Bride series and is best read in order. Wherever You Go, picks up right were things were left off in When You are Near. A new character, Christopher Williams, is introduced and brings a new dynamic to the Brookstone Wild West Show. Chris is a reporter who intends to travel with the show to create a series of articles featuring the women of the show. As Chris spends time with all the women of the show he is drawn to Mary. Chris’s past is holding him back from getting too close but can Mary cox him out of his fears. Meanwhile, Lizzy and Wes continue their relationship however Jason Adler feels he is the better man for Lizzy. Jason becomes a thorn in Lizzy and Wes’s relationship as the troop travels to his family’s estate in Europe. Traveling to Europe will end up making the show or breaking the show…and its cast. The women and men of the Wild West Show realize that the only way through life is through trusting God. I always enjoy book series as it makes me feel like the story gets to keep going. That is probably because that is exactly what happens! I was happy to continue the story of the Brookstone Wild West Show. I enjoyed the characters but I especially appreciated how Tracie wove Gods Word and the means to salvation so well into the text. It can be challenging to know how to talk to friends and family in a respectful way about faith. No arguing but sharing Gods Word and continuing to show love and patience is exactly how Wes and Lizzy share their faith. This is a fun read and I would recommend this to anyone who likes the wild west and historical romances. If you are looking for a great book to prompt faith based conversations I recommend checking out, God Space by Doug Pollock. I received a copy of this book via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. For more reviews check out my blog at, https://simplyannehere.wordpress.com
I have never shot a real gun before. Unless you count the guns at the shooting arcade at Disney World, and I was extremely bad at even that. So to think what it must be like to shoot a gun so well you are featured in a show is something I can't begin to comprehend. I was, however, fascinated by Mary Reichert's sharpshooting role in the Brookstone Wild West Extravaganza as I read Wherever You Go by Tracie Peterson. I loved all the details Mrs. Peterson included about sharpshooting as well as many other historical facts. I also enjoyed that while Mary was the star of the book, Lizzie's story from the previous book was continued with some surprises thrown in that I didn't see coming. I would definitely recommend reading the first of the Brookstone Brides series first since so much of what occurs is based on what occurred previously. The romance, the adventure, the mystery, the sharpshooting, and even the behind the scenes look at what it takes to put on a show, all made this book a fun escape to another time and place for me I would recommend this book to those who enjoy historical romance, Wild West shows, and sharpshooting. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Bethany House through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
This book was so much fun to read! I couldn’t force myself to stop reading, and finished it in a day. Peterson has something about her books that keep me turning the pages when I should be doing other things. Wherever You Go took me on an adventure following the Brookstone Wild West Extravaganza as they toured not only the United States, but also England. Being the second book in the series, I first met the characters in When You Are Near. Although I recommend you read the first book because it was also fun to read, I don’t believe you need to in order to enjoy this book. Each story focus’ on one of the famous performers in the all women western show. This book tells us a little more about Mary, the amazing and incomparable sharpshooter, who even bests the men in competition. Mary hasn’t had the easiest life. Recently losing her brother August only heightens how alone she really feels. Luckily everyone at the show is like family, so they won’t let her feel lonely for long. Bent on finding justice for August, Mary enlists the help of anyone she can think of that might have more influence than her brothers killer. Unfortunately that list doesn’t seem easy to fill, and she doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt while looking for the truth. When Mary meets Chris she can’t help but feel drawn to him, there’s just something about him. Being used to proposals after every show, the feelings she is now experiencing are totally new. Chris has a past he’s not proud of, and goes to great lengths to keep it from those around him. Can Mary get through his walls, and if she does, will his secrets scare her away for good? I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys Historical Romance with some Suspense mixed in. I loved getting to see the world through a traveling show, and the way they all loved each other like family. This book had me nervous biting my nails on several occasions, and I had no clue what could possibly happen next. I can’t wait to join them again when the next book comes out! I received a copy of this book from Bethany House Publishers and was in no way forced to post a review. All opinions expressed are completely my own.
With this latest series, Tracie Peterson has focused upon an entertaining aspect of history not frequently explored in novels, the Wild West Shows. Wherever You Go is a fascinating tale, and even though it is the second in the Brookstone Brides series, the novel can enjoyably be read as a stand-alone. The author provides a thorough examination of the nature of the Brookstone Wild West Extravaganza and, also, some brief insight into the overall entertainment type and stars, including Buffalo Bill Cody and Annie Oakley. The reader gains a good understanding of what the typical show was like and who the main characters were in these productions. The Extravaganza performed not only in the United States but also in Great Britain. Heroine Mary Reichert's expertise with the gun led to her stardom, but she was also a very proper young lady involved in a developing relationship with journalist Christopher Williams. I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher, through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.