The Angel of Devil's Camp

by Lynna Banning

Overview

A widow before she'd even been a wife—Mary Margaret Hampton was in big trouble! Lonely loggers. One genteel lady. A dangerous combination, Tom Randall thought. He was trying to run a business, not a tea party! And if obstinate Meggy Hampton didn't hightail her moonlight and magnolias back south, the sweet sparks she was igniting would make the camp—and his passion—explode like the Fourth of July!

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781460360460
Publisher:	Harlequin
Publication date:	04/15/2014
Sold by:	HARLEQUIN
Format:	eBook
Pages:	288
Sales rank:	353,760
File size:	809 KB

About the Author

Lynna Banning combines a lifelong love of history and literature into a satisfying career as a writer. In the past she has worked as an editor and technical writer, and has taught English and journalism. An amateur pianist and harpsichordist, Lynna performs on psaltery, harp, and recorders with two medieval music groups and coaches ensembles in her spare time. She lives in Felton, in the Santa Cruz Mountains, with two cats and a very nervous canary.

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The Angel Of Devil's Camp

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By Lynna Banning

Harlequin Enterprises Limited

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises Limited
All right reserved.
ISBN: 037329249X

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Chapter One

Seton Falls, South Carolina March 1872

Mary Margaret pulled the parsonage door shut with a satisfying thunk and for the very last time twisted the key in the lock. She'd married off five sisters in the past three years, the last one just the day before yesterday. Now it is my turn.

She marched down the walkway and out the front gate, lugging her satchel. For half a heartbeat, she wavered. The yellow rose rambling along the fence needed pruning, but with all the preparations for Charlotte's wedding, Meggy had had no time for gardening. She forced her gaze away. It no longer mattered.

She smoothed her black traveling dress, slipping her hand into the left pocket. The letter she'd carefully folded crackled under her fingers. Dear God in heaven, let this be the right thing to do.

She heaved the tapestry bag into the buggy and climbed up onto the sagging seat. I will not look back. I will look to the road ahead and be joyful.

At last! She was free. No more meals to eke out from the squash and dried beans donated by the congregation. No more wedding dresses for Charity or Charlotte, cobbled together out of old tablecloths and scraps of lace. She had remade most of her old ball gowns into dresses for her sisters, and sold the rest for food. A barrel of flour cost 150 federal dollars, a basket of eggs $25. The war had made such a struggle of life!

She closed her eyes and pressed her knuckles against her lips. The war took everything, even our hearts and our souls. She and her sisters had survived, but the scars would always remain.

Leaning forward, she patted the satchel at her feet. Inside, on top of her spare petticoat and her nightgown, lay her father's revolver. She would travel three thousand miles, all the way to Oregon, to marry a second cousin of her father's, a man she had never seen. It was the only proposal she had ever received, and she most certainly intended to arrive in one piece!

She gathered up the worn leather reins. "Move on, Bess."

The mare took a single step forward, and Meggy's heart took flight.

"Colonel, darlin', wake up!"

Tom rolled over on the narrow canvas cot and opened one eye. "What is it, O'Malley?"

"The deed needs doin'," his former sergeant said.

"And you're the proper one to do it."

Tom groaned. Being in charge didn't let him sleep much. A logging crew wasn't like an army unit. Loggers were a fractious bunch of misfits with a heightened instinct for survival and an even more heightened taste for liquor and high times. Not one of them would last a day under military discipline. Tom had mustered out two years ago, taken Sergeant O'Malley with him and headed west. The undisciplined men he commanded now obeyed him because he wasn't a colonel.

"Tom." The Irishman nudged his shoulder. "You won't be forgettin' now, will you?"

With an effort, Tom sat up. His head felt like someone was whacking an ax into his skull, and the aftertaste of whiskey in his mouth made him grit his teeth. He figured his breath alone could get a man drunk.

"Remind me what it is that needs doing, Mick? If it can wait, let it."

"The peeler, the one that got killed yesterday? The coffin's ready and Swede and Turner's dug the grave. You need to speak some words over the man."

Oh, hell, he had forgotten. Wanted to forget, in fact. Which was why he'd finished half a bottle of rye last night. In the past month he'd lost one, no, two bullcooks and a skinner. The timber was turning dry as a witch's broom and then one of his peelers, a square peg on a logging crew if he'd ever seen one, let an ax slice into his thigh and bled to death before they could load him into the wagon.

"The men are waitin', Tom."

"I won't forget, Mick. See if you can rustle up some coffee." He tossed off the grimy sheet, lowered his legs to the packed-earth floor and stood up. "Tell them I'll be there."

The interior of the tent spun and Tom sat down abruptly.

"Get me that coffee, will you?"

"Sure thing, Colonel. And you'll be wantin' a clean shirt and your Bible."

His Bible.

He clenched his jaw. His sister had sent it when he'd first joined the army. She had even marked certain passages she liked. He hadn't opened it since that day in Richmond when he'd read over her grave.

Today would be different, he told himself. For one thing, he didn't know the peeler very well. He'd known Susanna all her short life, had raised her by himself after their father died. A familiar dull ache settled behind his breastbone.

"One more thing, Tom. We found something on the body. You better have a look."

"Later." He stuffed the single folded page the sergeant handed him into his shirt pocket without glancing at it. "Coffee," Tom reminded him. "And make it double strength."

(Continues...)

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