Because Pearl has no acceptable marriage prospects, when her father decides to sell out and join her brothers in Oregon Territory, she must go, too. Her father’s assurance that he plans to travel the safer Applegate Trail to reach the Willamette Valley brings little comfort. Her discontent increases when, not far from South Pass, a middle-aged widower and self-subscribed preacher with four children—whose wife recently drowned during a river crossing—walks down from a nearby mountain and informs Pearl that God decreed she is to marry him.
Pearl has no desire to marry the sanctimonious and overbearing widower. She reads her Holy Bible. She prays. She diligently strives to honor her father and bear her burdens with patience, but enough is enough. If God wants to tell someone whom she should marry, He can tell her. She has no time to climb mountains. Will God answer the prayers she offers as she performs the tasks of everyday life?
Michael Stanwyck has no room in his life for marriage and family. After the death of his father, Michael takes his portion of the inheritance and buys enough dry goods to fill three freight wagons he’ll accompany to the gold fields of California. Along the trail, the freight train he travels with encounters pioneer wagon trains, especially when bad weather and swollen rivers result in “bunching up.” He comes across one dark-haired beauty he cannot forget. Then he finds her on the trail several days past Fort Hall with her prairie schooner and a lame ox. Can he, in good conscience, continue to California and leave Pearl alone to return to Fort Hall where only an uncertain future awaits?
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Pearl scrunched her forehead. No, he wasn’t a bullwhacker. There was another name for the leader of a freight train. Wagon master—just like on a wagon train. He said he was a merchant. Not a freighter by trade, but a merchant. A storekeeper—someone who sold goods out of a permanent storefront as opposed to traveling across the country and never settling down. She had always thought she would marry a farmer, but a man who owned a small, successful business sounded appealing. Then again, she and her father were bound for Oregon. The handsome, man with the almost-black hair, who was perhaps, a few years older than her, was on his way to California. Impossible. I’ll never see him again. Allowing a wry smile on her lips, she turned to her father. “No, Pa. I haven’t found any other man who appeals to me.”
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Nancy
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