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  Thanks to a Lonely Heart ©1999 by Barbour Publishing, Inc.

  A Bride’s Sweet Surprise in Sauers, Indiana ©2012 by Ramona Cecil

  Sonoran Secret ©2002 by Nancy J. Farrier

  Love’s Shining Hope ©1994 by JoAnn A. Grote

  Kiowa Husband ©2004 by DiAnn Mills

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Thanks to a Lonely Heart

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  A Bride’s Sweet Surprise in Sauers, Indiana

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Sonoran Secret

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Love’s Shining Hope

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Kiowa Husband

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  THANKS TO A LONELY HEART

  by Elaine Bonner

  CHAPTER 1

  He glanced around as he tied his horse to the hitching rail. Steven Barnes had looked down this dusty little street many times in the past few years. There was the feed store with the wagons out front waiting to be loaded with seed and grain. Across the street stood Hall’s General Mercantile and as usual Mr. Hall was standing at the door leaning on his broom visiting with a customer. The bank, the café, every building in town was like a familiar friend to him.

  The Coffee Cup Café had been painted white many years ago but the sand storms of west Texas had taken their toll. The steps creaked as Steven’s boots made contact, and the wooden porch seemed to groan under the weight of a lone man walking across its weathered surface. Steven removed his cowboy hat and slapped it against the leg of his jeans sending sand flying in every direction before he opened the door of the café.

  The little bell above the door of the Coffee Cup Café tinkled, and Emily Johnson looked up to see who her next customer would be. Steven Barnes was a familiar sight. He had come into the café many times over the past five years, but something about him was different this time. Emily could sense something was wrong. He rode his horse into town from the Bar Eight Ranch a couple of times a month, and he’d always been willing to pass the time of day with her before. She didn’t know a lot about him except that he was married and had some children. For some reason, he had left them back in east Texas. He never talked about them much and would change the subject quickly if anyone mentioned them.

  Occasionally, he would sit at one of the tables and read what appeared to be a letter. Emily couldn’t help noticing the faraway look that would come over him at those times.

  Today, as he seated himself on one of the stools at the counter, Steven Barnes was definitely preoccupied. Although she didn’t know a lot about his personal life, he was always friendly, and she had always been fond of his sense of humor. But today there was no laughter in him. She poured him a cup of coffee and asked, “How are you today, Steven? Sure is a beautiful day, don’t you think?”

  “I’m okay, and the weather’s fine I guess,” he responded as he picked up his cup and took a sip.

  Emily busied herself wiping tables for a few moments, then walked back behind the counter and tried again to engage Steven in conversation. “I noticed the big annual barbecue for the Bar Eight is next Saturday.” She wiped her hands on the white apron covering her blue gingham dress as she continued. “I guess things are pretty busy out your way. Must be a lot of hustle and bustle to get ready for an event like that.”

  “I reckon there is,” he replied without enthusiasm. “I don’t get involved in that sorta thing too often. Chances are I won’t be here next Saturday anyhow.”

  “You planning a little trip out of town, Steven?” Emily asked.

  “Not just a trip,” he confided. “I’m leaving for good.”

  A look of surprise flashed on her face as she inquired, “I don’t mean to be nosy, but I know you have family in east Texas. Are you going home?”

  His face turned pale. “Well, I’m going back to east Texas. I don’t know if I can call it home anymore. Maybe I don’t have a right to call it home.” Steven’s voice became shaky, and Emily could see his hands were trembling as he continued. “At
any rate, I got word that my wife passed away a few weeks ago. A friend wrote me. He said that if I didn’t get in touch with the county judge soon, my kids would become wards of the county. Seems a neighbor lady is helping take care of them now, but I’ve got to get back.”

  “Steven, I’m so sorry to hear about your loss,” Emily said sincerely. “It must be very hard for you being so far away at a time like this. How many children do you have?”

  “Five,” he replied. “Four boys and a girl.”

  Emily could not tell by looking at his face what he was feeling, but she was hearing something in the sound of his voice. She thought it sounded like sheer terror. He must be scared stiff to think about going home to five children he hadn’t seen for at least five years, having to take the sole responsibility for raising them.

  “Have you ever been married, Emily?” Steven asked, drawing her out of her thoughts.

  “Yeah, I was once,” she answered. “My husband was killed right after the turn of the century in an accident. I guess that makes it about eight years ago now.” It didn’t seem like that long, and yet, in some ways, it seemed like a lifetime. “That’s when I started working here.” Emily paused and refilled Steven’s cup.

  “Thanks,” he said, then looked at Emily as he asked, “Have you ever thought about getting married again?”

  “Sure I have. But I guess I’m just too picky. And besides, the pickings aren’t so good here,” Emily answered.

  On the outside she was smiling when she answered him. But the truth of the matter was Emily was so lonesome sometimes that she could hardly stand it. She had no children and no family, and she ached for a man in her life. She had loved her husband very much, and after his death, she had thought she would never be able to love again. But for quite some time, she had felt she was ready to welcome someone into her life. The trouble was, no one was beating down her door. The only so-called proposal she’d had was from a man twice her age. He lived in a shack on the edge of town and was looking for someone to take care of him in his old age. He was probably the only person in town worse off than she was. At the age of thirty, Emily was beginning to give up hope of ever finding anyone. She was trying to accept her lonely heart and learn to live with it.

  “Do you like kids, Emily?” Steven asked.

  “Yeah, I like kids,” she replied. “My husband came from a big family. I loved to help care for his nieces and nephews before we moved out here.”

  Emily was saddened once again, thinking about Jim’s family. She had completely lost touch with them after his death. They seemed to just forget all about her. Maybe she was a sad reminder of the son they had lost.

  Again Steven’s voice brought her back to the present. “Emily, I have a proposition for you,” he stated matter-of-factly. “I need someone to help me care for my children and take care of the house. Would you consider marrying me and coming to east Texas with me?” Steven stared into his coffee cup as he continued. “Now this would be a marriage in name only. I wouldn’t expect you to be a wife to me, just a mother to my children.”

  Emily dropped the cup she was holding, shattering it into pieces. The breaking glass startled the two older gentlemen seated at the table in the corner, the only other people in the room. One of them called out, “Hey Emily, Lon’ll dock your pay for that.” Emily forced a smile back at the old fellow, but she couldn’t speak. She looked at Steven. “What did you say?”

  “I offered you a job and asked you if you’d be willing to marry me,” he responded. There was no emotion in his voice and his face was void of all expression.

  This certainly was not the proposal she had hoped for. There was no soft moonlight and certainly no bells ringing. Just a straightforward business deal. She knew Steven didn’t love her, and she had known from the start he was a married man, so she had never thought of him in such a way.

  “Of course I’d provide for you,” Steven said. “I have a pretty good farm, and with a lot of work I think it could pay off. You’d get your room and board and whatever else you needed. I’d provide for you like a wife. I just wouldn’t exercise my husbandly rights.”

  “Steven, you can’t be serious. We don’t know each other well enough to get married,” Emily finally choked out.

  “Like I said, I’m not asking you to be my wife. This is strictly a business deal. I’m really just offering you a job. I’m just offering to marry you to make it look respectable.”

  Stunned by his blunt reply, Emily muttered, “Steven, I don’t know what to say. An offer like this needs some thought. Can you give me a little time?”

  “I’m leaving early Friday morning. I need to know soon enough to arrange things with the preacher. I’ll be back in town Wednesday morning. Can you decide by then?”

  “I’ll have my answer for you Wednesday.”

  Emily watched as Steven left the café, got on his horse, and rode off. She couldn’t believe she had asked for time to think about his proposal. Why hadn’t she just given him an answer then and told him no. What a ridiculous proposition! How could she even consider it?

  Sure she wanted to get married, but she was hoping for a better deal than this. Steven wasn’t even actually proposing marriage; he just wanted a mother for his children. After being alone all these years, she couldn’t see herself raising five children. Wednesday she would just have to say thanks but no.

  After the supper crowd was gone and the café cleaned and ready for breakfast the next morning, Emily locked up and went to the boardinghouse. Although Mrs. Jenson, the owner, invited her to play a game of cards, Emily politely refused, saying she was too tired.

  She entered her lonely room, which had been her home for almost eight years. It wasn’t fancy, but it was clean and comfortable. She had an iron bed frame with a soft mattress. The table by her bed held a white glass lamp with pink roses on the base; beside the lamp sat a picture of her and Jim on their wedding day. She sat on the bed as she picked up the small frame.

  Staring at the picture and touching Jim’s face, she said in a soft voice, “Oh, if only you hadn’t left me. We had such a perfect love. I want that same feeling again. I ache to be loved like you loved me. To know that someone cares about me.” Tears began streaming down her face, and with a trembling voice, she continued to speak to the picture. “Jim, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life alone. What do I do? I know Steven doesn’t love me, and I’m not in love with him, but what if this is my last chance? I don’t want to spend the rest of my life alone and lonely. What should I do?”

  She was tired and began to get ready for bed, but her mind kept racing. Steven and his unique proposal dominated her thoughts. As she lay in bed, she asked the Lord for guidance. This afternoon as she had stood in the café and watched Steven ride away, she had made up her mind to tell him no. But as she lay in the darkness talking with Jesus, she started to get confused. Surely God couldn’t want her to marry a man she barely knew and didn’t love.

  She lay awake most of the night. This is crazy, she thought. I’ve got to work tomorrow. I have to get some rest.

  The ache of loneliness continued to fill Emily’s being. There were many questions to consider. She and Steven didn’t love each other, and that was no basis for a marriage. Emily didn’t even know if Steven believed in God. How could she even consider his proposal? Loneliness was the only reason she could come up with to leave Abilene and marry a man with whom she shared no love.

  Of course, she wasn’t real sure of her future here. Lon Blackstone had mentioned several times lately that he was getting too old to keep running the café. What if he closed it; then what would Emily do? Maybe if she thought of Steven’s offer as just a job, she could make a better decision. After all, Steven had made it very clear that it was a job, not a marriage he was offering her.

  Emily didn’t know what time it was when she finally drifted off to sleep. She was abruptly awakened by a loud knock on her door and a voice yelling, “Emily, are you sick? You’re late for work.”


  Startled, Emily answered, “No, I’m fine, Mrs. Jenson. I just overslept. I’ll be down in a minute.”

  Jumping from the bed, Emily splashed some water on her face and hurriedly dressed. She pulled her hair up in a quick bun and ran out the door. As she walked into the café, Mr. Blackstone, the proprietor, was already frying bacon, and a customer was seated at the counter.

  “You’re late,” Mr. Blackstone smiled. This was the first time in the seven and a half years Emily had worked for him that she hadn’t been on time. “Did you have a late date last night?” he asked.

  “You know me, always out on the town,” she laughed. “I’m sorry I’m late. For some reason I couldn’t get to sleep last night.”

  “Have a lot on your mind, do you?” he questioned.

  “Oh, something like that,” she answered, turning to the customer seated at the counter. “Can I get you a refill on that coffee, Pete?”

  “You need someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on, Emily?” Lon asked seriously.

  “Maybe later.” She went to wait on the two gentlemen who had just entered the café.

  Emily knew if there was one person in the world she could talk to and count on it was Lon Blackstone. He had been almost like a father to her over the past few years. She knew she could tell him her dilemma, and he would be straightforward and honest with his opinions.

  The little café had a very busy day, and Lon stayed until three o’clock, instead of leaving as usual at two. Before he left, he poured two cups of coffee and turned to Emily. “Girl, let’s sit down and rest a minute. We deserve it.”

  After they seated themselves at a table, he looked at Emily and asked, “Care to tell me what’s going on?”

  “Someone asked me to marry him yesterday.” That was the first time she had said it out loud, and it sounded strange.

  “That’s wonderful! But who is it? I didn’t know you were seeing anyone special.”

  Emily sat quietly without responding to his questions.

  “If you don’t mind me saying so, you don’t seem as excited as a girl should be when she gets a proposal of marriage,” Lon observed.

  She looked at Lon. “Let me tell you the whole story and please don’t say anything until I’m finished.”

  Lon nodded and Emily cleared her throat as she began. “Steven Barnes came in here yesterday and told me he had just found out his wife had died. He said he has to go back to east Texas to take care of his children. Seems they will become wards of the county if he doesn’t get back there soon. Well, he asked me to marry him. Actually, he offered me a job. He wants me to help him raise his children. He said we would get married for appearances only. It would be a marriage in name only.”