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Автор: Elaine Barbieri
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Historical
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      “You won’t be free of your nightmares

       until you face them head-on.”

      Lacey looked determined. “I won’t go.” She leaned back against the corral’s fence.

      Scully’s voice softened. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll be there. You have to face the shadows in your dreams sooner or later.”

      The sudden fear in Lacey’s expression stopped Scully cold.

      “It’s just…I don’t know if I want to face them. The shadows scare me, Scully. I don’t want to remember anything about them.”

      “Shadows can’t hurt you.”

      “I know, but—”

      “But what?”

      Lacey’s eyes filled. “You won’t always be there for me, Scully. What will I do then?”

      The question suddenly more than he could bear, Scully drew Lacey close. She trembled as he stroked her hair and said, “Who said I wouldn’t always be there for you? I expect to be around as long as you need me.”

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      ELAINE BARBIERI

      was born in a historic New Jersey city. She has written more than forty novels and has been published by Berkley/Jove, Leisure, Harlequin, Harper, Avon, and Zebra Books. Her titles have hit USA TODAY, the New York Times extended list and other major bestseller lists across the country, and are published worldwide. Ms. Barbieri has received many awards for her work, including Storyteller of the Year, Awards of Excellence, and Best Saga Awards from Romantic Times BOOKreviews. Her novels have been Doubleday and Rhapsody Book Club selections, and her book More Precious Than Gold was a launch novel for Romance Alive Audio. Ms. Barbieri lives in West Milford, New Jersey, with her husband and family.

      The Redemption of Jake Scully

      Elaine Barbieri

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Rise up and help us;

       redeem us because of your unfailing love.

      —Psalm 44:26

      To my brother, Andrew Favati,

       whose life was a celebration of God’s love,

       and who left us with the memory of his smile.

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Questions For Discussion

      Prologue

      Weaver, Arizona

      1872

      The heat of midafternoon scorched Weaver’s main street as Lacey Stewart walked wearily toward the Gold Nugget Saloon, pulling a limping burro behind her. Her platinum pigtails were in disarray, her face and clothes smoke-stained and the wound on her forehead was grotesquely swollen. She was feverish and more tired than she had ever been in her eight years of life, but she forced herself on.

      Dizzy and disoriented, unaware of the sudden silence her appearance elicited, she pushed open the saloon doors and started toward the bar. Fragmented sounds and images raced across her mind. She heard again the gunshot that had awakened her at dawn in her grandfather’s isolated cabin. She heard the crackle and hiss of fire, felt the intense heat and choking smoke of the blaze suddenly surrounding her. She saw her grandfather appear beside her bunk to guide their frantic escape through the flames and falling beams.

      Flashing even more brightly before her eyes was the image of her grandfather slumping to the ground when she thought they were safe at last, the same moment when she noticed the bloody wound on his chest.

      Her grandfather’s final words resounded in her ears as Lacey reached the saloon bar—words he had spoken as he pressed the small, family Bible he had also saved from the flames into her hand…

      Go to town…to the saloon. Ask for Jake Scully. Tell him who you are. He’ll take care of you, Lacey. Take the Bible. Depend on it. Let it guide your way. It’s yours now, darlin’. Go…hurry…

      Lacey nodded in response to the voice so vividly real in her mind. She had been too numb to cry when she covered her grandfather’s still body with Careful’s blanket and placed a bunch of drooping wildflowers beside it. His instructions had reverberated in her mind as she left the charred remains of the cabin behind her and turned the burro toward town.

      She couldn’t remember when Careful started limping, or when she started walking.

      The sound of her name penetrated Lacey’s confused haze. She turned and looked at the big man standing behind her in the silent saloon.

      The big man reached for her as darkness abruptly consumed her.

      Lacey came slowly awake in a large, shadowed bedroom. Her head hurt, and her limbs felt too heavy to lift. She shifted in bed and moaned slightly at the pain. She became belatedly aware that the tall man was sitting close by.

      She strained to focus as he moved closer. She heard him say, “My name is Jake Scully, Lacey.”

      She rasped in response, “My grandpa’s d-dead.”

      “I know.”

      “The cabin burned down.”

      “I know that, too.”

      “My grandpa said—”

      “I know what he said.” Interrupting her, the gentleness in his deep voice a comfort despite his emotionless demeanor, Scully continued softly, “Charlie Pratt was a good man. He staked me when I needed help. He did right when he told you to come to me. Don’t think about anything but getting well, Lacey. I’ll take care of the rest.”

      The single tear that slipped out the corner of Lacey’s eye somehow scorched her skin as it slid across her temple, but Scully brushed it away with his hand.

      His deep voice soothed her fears as her consciousness began slipping away and he repeated, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

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