In untamed Oregon Country, with the help of fur trapper Alex Armistead, Grace Martindale fights to keep her family safe. - (Baker & Taylor)
On the grueling trail west, Grace Martindale loses her new husband and her last vestige of security. Upon arriving in Oregon Country, she uses her midwifery skills to help the other settlers, and--with the aid of fur trapper Alex Armistead--the Cayuse tribe. But peace between the groups is fragile, and tension soon leads to violence. - (Baker Publishing Group)
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In untamed Oregon Country, one young woman fights to keep her family safe.
Grace Martindale has known more than her share of hardship. After her parents died, raising her two younger sisters, Hope and Mercy, became her responsibility. A hasty decision to head west seemed like an opportunity for a fresh start but has instead left Grace in a precarious position. When missionary Dr. Marcus Whitman and his wife agree to let Grace and her sisters stay at their mission for the winter, Grace is grateful. Until they hear from their uncle in Oregon City, the three sisters have nowhere else to go.
As Grace adjusts to life in the West, she meets a fur trapper named Alex Armistead who intrigues and infuriates her in equal measure. But when a measles outbreak threatens lives at the mission and among the native Cayuse who live nearby, it is Alex who helps Grace use the natural healing remedies she learned from her mother to help where she can, despite Dr. Whitman's disapproval. As the death toll rises, so do tensions between the settlers and the natives, and Grace soon finds herself and those she loves in more danger than she imagined possible. - (Baker Publishing Group)
For a moment Dr. Whitman sized her up. "I am formally trained as a physician, and I alone will be responsible for the welfare of my people and of the Indians nearby. I am well known for my skills and called upon to travel many miles to tend to the ill and wounded. You, Mrs. Martindale, would do well to learn your place."
"I know my place." Grace put her hands on her hips. "I'm good at what I do. I believe it is a gift from God and can hardly believe a minister of the Word would suggest such a gifting was invalid simply because it didn't come with a certificate."
Without waiting for his reply, Grace turned on her heel and left. Muttering to herself, she rounded the corner of the house and plowed headlong into a tall, dark-haired stranger.
"I'm so sorry," she said, trying to right herself.
He took hold of her shoulders to steady her. "I'd have suffered worse to hear someone stand up to Whitman that way." His dark eyes seemed to see right through her. "I'm Alex. Alexander Armistead."
Grace nodded and pulled away from his touch. "I'm--"
"Mrs. Martindale," he finished with a broad grin and added, "the healer." - (Baker Publishing Group)
