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Vinspire Publishing (November 1, 2010)
I really enjoyed Wounded Spirits. It was an impressive first novel by April Gardner. The storyline had a few twists that were predictable, but just as many that were unexpected. To be honest, I realized I didn't know much about the relations between settlers and the Native Americans in the states of the southeast. It left me wanting to read more about the history of that area, especially after I read April's closing notes which showed how many of the people in her story were real people from history rather than fictional characters.
I look forward to reading more books from April Gardner.
***Special thanks to April Gardner for sending me a review copy.***
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
April W Gardner is a military wife who has practiced the art of homemaking all over the world. She spends her mornings homeschooling her two darling children, and her afternoons inside the minds of her characters. In no particular order, she dreams of owning a horse, traveling the nation in an RV, and learning Italian. April is involved in the music ministry of her church and volunteers in their library. She currently lives in the heart of ancient Creek CountryMiddle Georgia.
This is her first novel.
Visit the author's website.
SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:
On the frontier, Adela McGirths life is simple, rugged, and exactly to her liking. Her greatest concern is whether to marry the settlements most eligible young officer. When a distant war among the Natives spills over into a nearby skirmish, life takes a perilous turn. Deep in enemy territory Adela must choose between the man she loves and a baby that has yet to be born; will she be strong enough to wait on God's provision?
A peace-loving yet loyal Creek warrior, Totka is forced to align with the extremist Red Stick faction whose purpose is to eradicate the Whites from Creek soil. In the midst of battle, Totka is assigned to protect those he is expected to hate--and kill. Life was simpler before his enemy became a beautiful face with a quiet strength and dignity he cannot resist.
Having lived a life plagued with death and loss, Zachariah McGirth is a man on a mission - he'll have his revenge or die trying. Blinded by grief, he can't see his way clear of yet another tragedy. Why has God taken everything from him...or has He?
Their lives molded by the course of history, can these Wounded Spirits learn to rely on God's grace during one of the bloodiest conflicts in the South?
List Price: $12.99
Paperback: 258 pages
Publisher: Vinspire Publishing (November 1, 2010)
AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:
McGirth Plantation, Tensaw Settlement
Adela shifted her body to allow blood flow to her legs. The mossy ground had long grown hard against her tailbone, and the rough tree trunk dug into her back.
A refreshing breeze blew through the pines lining the northwestern border of her fathers land. It rustled the needles and created a comforting, familiar whistle.
A small meadow lay vacant before her. On the opposite side, the evening sun cast the last rays through the treetops. Squinting, she thought, for an instant, she saw the form of a man. No, it was just a bush moving with the current of the wind.
Surely, she had been waiting nigh on two hours. Her family would be worrying. Just north, civil war raged among the Creeks and threatened to involve the vulnerable Americans in the Tensaw and Bigby settlements. Her parents constant fear of danger was well placed.
Soon Mama would call Adelas father in from the barn and send one of the servants looking for her. Worry was never good for Mama
Her attacks were rare these days, but she never knew what might set her to wheezing, then coughing.
Adelas stomach twittered and flipped. She stood then rubbed her lower back. Please, hurry, Phillip. Please, she murmured, not sure she could stay much longer.
Unheeding, the suns beams continued down the length of the trees then dissolved, leaving only their orange and purple reflection in the sky.
Not wanting to create undue stress on her parents, she gave up waiting and set out toward home. She lifted her skirt to avoid the prickly blackberry bushes, and berated herself for not having thought to bring a lantern. How foolish of me!
Adela Adela Her name rode on the breeze.
Her heart seized, and then leapt as she recognized the voice. Haste sped her back through the underbrush.
Phillip! I waited so long. She panted.. He enveloped her in his work-hardened arms. Phillip was becoming more intimate with her. She wondered if it was too soon.
I knew youd wait. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he stepped back where she could see him. I couldnt get away any sooner. Dixon had a list as long as my arm of things for me to do before I leave tomorrow. He hovered like a hawk to see I got them done.
She pulled his hands from her shoulders and held them between her own instead. Youre here now, and thats all that matters.
How will I ever last three months without you?
What kind of nonsense is that? Youll do just fine. The adventure of your life is just around the corner. I hardly think youll be pining for boring old Tensaw. You just see Savannah treats you well while youre busy getting your commission, Second Lieutenant Phillip Bailey.
A stray lock of dark blond hair fell over his eye, and feeling bold, Adela brushed it away. He caught her hand and pulled it to his lips, his coffee brown eyes sparkling in the waning daylight. The warmth of his lips on her fingertips sent tingles of excitement rushing through her, but not without a warning.
I shouldnt be encouraging him this way. Not while Im still so unsure... She dropped her eyes, but he mistook her guilt for something else.
Thats what I love about you, Adela. Youre all innocence and piety.
He cradled the back of her neck with his hand, and her insides fluttered in a dangerous way. She knew she should move away, but she felt drawn to him, like a mouse to a trap.
Adela cleared her throat, You speak of love when weve only been courting a month. And, I might add, quite unofficially. His deep affection seemed premature.
Maybe, but Ive known Id marry you from the day we met.
Shed known him since she was just a girl. A grown woman now,ow had she not noticed he cared? She opened her mouth to ask, but he placed a finger on her lips.
Are you sure you wont come with me? Its not too late. We can marry tomorrow, first thing and
Marry? Tomorrow?You know I cant. You havent spoken to my father about courting me, much less marriage. And theres Ellie did you forget? You know how she adores you.
Phillip gave her a placating smile. She might hurt for a while, but shell see reason. Shes not foolish, simply a bit of a romantic albeit misplaced.
Adela chuckled. Elizabeth, romantic? Determined, more likely. She decided years ago to love you, and it would take a direct message from God to persuade her otherwise. She propped her hands on her hips, barely noticing the first chirps of the crickets. Did you know she just rejected an offer of marriage from Mr. Pierce?
The schoolteacher and Ellie? Married?
Well, he would have liked as much.
Phillip tipped his square chin and laughed outright.
The sound brought a smile to Adelas face, but she chided him nonetheless. Come now, it was a perfectly decent offer.
Phillip wiped his eyes. But the man is twice her age, and desperate to be married. Have you seen his cabin? Chaos!
Adela dismissed his objections with a wave of her hand. All that aside, I am not prepared to be at odds with my sister. So, she must not find out about us for the time being, anyway. Well address the issue when you return.
She has to find out eventually. Why not now?Phillip crossed his arms and gave her the back of her shoulder. Hed never been one for patience and at the moment, he reminded Adela of a spoiled child denied a piece of pie. She chuckled.
What are you laughing about?
Just now, you reminded me of Mrs. Havertys youngest.
His eyes darkened as he took a step closer. His stiff form towered above her. Youre comparing me to that little monster?
Adela sobered at the intensity of his gaze. It was a silly thought. Please forgive me.
He studied her in silence.
Warning bells clanged in her mind. Just as another apology formed on her tongue, he let out a puff of air and relaxed his stance. I just want to take care of you, Adela. I want to build a home for you and provide for you, give you beautiful things and walk with you through town on my arm. Let me talk to your father tonight.
He could be quite persuasive.Still, she refused to allow him to push her into something for which she wasnt fully prepared.
She gave a tentative shake of the head. True to form, her hesitance produced a huff of frustration. If not now, then when? When will that dear sister of yours ever take the news well?
Why would I tell her something Im uncertain of myself?
He scowled then spoke as if she hadnt mentioned her ambiguity. You need to know the moment my feet touch Tensaw soil in August I plan on asking your father for permission to court you properly. He grasped her chin in his hand and pressed a hard kiss to her lips. So, youd best prepare her.
She took a step back and smoothed out her skirt.,. Arent you the bold one tonight, Mr. Bailey.
He merely grinned and removed the bear claw pendant that always hung around his neck. Wear this to remember me by, he said, holding it out.
Phillip, it was your grandfathers! I cant. Its too important to you.
Of course you can. Youre to be my wife. It means whats mine is yours. I love you, Adela McGirth, and theres no one else Id give it to. His voice rang with longing as he ran his eyes over the length of her, pausing in all the wrong places.
She resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest. At least the dark of the night covered the blush on her cheeks. Never had a man appreciated her body the way Phillip did, and never had one assumed so much. Youre being a bit presumptuous. Arent you?
Not at all. Im a man who knows what he wants and doesnt stop until he gets it. Playfulness tinged in his tone, but Adela heard the truth behind his words. Take the pendant. If it helps, see it as a gift from a friend. Not as a token of betrothal.
Seen in such a way, what could it hurt?
She slipped it about her neck then gasped as he pulled her into a fierce kiss. His moist lips moved confidently against hers. Warm hands stroked her back and almost melted her resolve to remain chaste.
I love you, he murmured against her mouth.
She knew he wanted a similar reply, but she couldnt give it. The words caught in her throat, as if uncertainty itself held them from escaping.
She split apart from his searching mouth and sought retreat. Please, be careful in Savannah, she managed. I have to go. She dropped her arms and ran for home, the claw thumping against her chest.
* * *
Adela climbed the ladder to the loft careful not to wake her sisters. She hung her dress on a peg and slipped into her nightgown. Phillips bear claw thudded against her. She clutched it through her gown as panic seized her. Had she hid it from Mama? So intent on getting home, she hadnt thought of it until now.
Her shoulders dropped when she realized Mama would have questioned her about it if shed seen.
The wooden timbers of the bed squeaked as Adela climbed in next to Lillian. They had always shared a bed. Even when given the option of each having their own in their more spacious, newly built house, they had both refused, preferring the warmth and closeness the other afforded.
Although the two were completely opposite one another in every way, they held a special bond. Maybe it was Adelas quiet dependence on God which supported the more flighty Lillian, or maybe it was Lillians carefree spirit which drew Adela to her sisters side. Perhaps, it was the need for an ally against Ellies domineering onslaughts.
Regardless, with just a year separating them, she and Lillian understood each other, thrived on their friendship.
Lillian turned over to face her. Where have you been? she whispered, her anger barely concealed. Ive been worried sick. We all have.
Shh! Youll wake Ellie. Adela glanced at Elizabeth but their older sisters breath remained deep and even.
Well? Lillian hissed.
In the woods.
In the woods? Thats all youre going to say? I hope Mama believed you more than I do.
The fearful look on Mamas face and the way shed clung to Adela when shed walked through the door flashed across her mind. She tasted guilt and couldnt swallow. Me too. But I didnt lie, if thats what youre getting at.
Lillian practically snorted. That would be something I would do. No, silence would be more your style. She thumped Adela on the shoulder. Am I not getting any more details, like where you got thatthatwhatever it is hanging around your neck?
Adela grasped the pendant. You saw it?
Of course. When you got undressed, and if you dont want anyone else to find out about it, you should be more careful. So, out with it. What have you got there?
Its nothing. I shouldnt have accepted it.
Nothing? I saw the way you were holding it, she rasped.
Shh! Thats not what I Would Lillian understand? Oh, never mind.
Well, give me all the details. Who is he?
How did you know it was from a man?
Adela, Adela, ever so naive and oblivious. You and I dont think the same at all. So, tell me already.
If I tell you, you have to promise to keep it to yourself! At least for a while. Promise?
Fine, I promise just tell me.
Adela took a deep breath, and said his name on less than a whisper.
What? No! Itsits not as if he has no reason to love you, but you? Lover of all things peaceable and non-confrontational, I never imagined you to be so audacious as to set your bonnet for Ellies man!
Shh! See why its a secret? No one would understand. Besides, hes not Ellies man. And Im not even sure I feel anything for him.
Youve got to be half mad. You do realize Elizabeth will practically disown you?
Adela lost the battle against her tears..
Come on. Dont cry. I exaggerated. It wont be so bad. Shell forgive you eventually. Shes never really had a claim to him and will see it in time. But you have to tell her. You cant keep it from her forever, and if she finds out from someone else, itll be worse.
Lilly, Ive tried a dozen times to tell her, but I just cant.
Adela moaned and Lillian put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Itll humiliate her, if it doesnt kill her first, Adela said. I should have put an end to it before he left, especially since Im not sure I even love him. But hes so
Handsome? Daring? Everything a woman could want in a man?
Adela sighed and fiddled with the claw strung about her neck. Yes, hes all that, but theres something missing or maybe its what he has too much of. A bit too brash, maybe? Too self-confident? He angers easily, and I dont see much of the Lord in his life.
Is that whats bothering you? Do yourself a favor and stop focusing on his faults. We all have them. She propped herself up on an elbow then paused. After a moment of silence, soft snoring from the other side of the room confirmed Ellie still slept.
Moonlight from the small window washed Lillians face in its glow. Their Mamas full Spanish blood showed itself most in Lillian. Even in the dim light, she was beautiful. Its simple, she said. You tell Ellie. Shes hurt. When Phillip proposes, you accept, and in time, Ellie recovers.
Lillian tugged the pendant from Adelas grasp. This was his grandfathers. I take it Phillip loves you.
He claims he does.
And you saw him tonight to tell him goodbye?
Adela bobbed her head.
Your secret is safe with me, but my advice is sooner is always better than later.
I know. I know. Im such a coward.
Hardly. Lillian patted her hand.
It felt awkward to be the one consoled. The tables were usually turned.
I didnt plan for it to happen and now Im risking Ellie disowning me for a man.
Thats the most ridiculous thing Ive heard yet. Ellie isnt that scary. Now why dont you get some sleep, and well talk about how to handle it tomorrow. I assume there will be a wedding when he returns. You cant prepare for a home of your own and still keep it a secret. Well think of something.
Thanks, Lilly. Love you, she said with a peck to her sisters cheek.
Lillian flipped over,. Much later, her mind exhausted, she relaxed and followed her sister in sleep.
* * *
Kossati Village, Upper Creek Nation
The cabin door creaked as it opened. Nokos stepped inside careful not to wake the children. He left the door ajar allowing the moonlight to guide his steps. Its soft glow illuminated his little ones piled like counting sticks on the bearskin mat. Four sets of arms and legs were sprawled in every direction.
He brushed a kiss onto each warm forehead. The youngest stirred, flipped to his back, and wiped drool from his cheek.
He had missed them, but the reason for his early return lay in the bed on the far side of the room.
Having removed his weapons, he stretched his aching muscles and crept into bed next to his wife.
Just before leaving on his hunting trip one week earlier, he had revealed to Singing Grass his intentions to join the warring party. She wasnt pleased.
Civil War had raged in the Creek Nation since the 1811 Grand Council. For over a year, he had publically remained neutral, along with Red Eagle.
Now, he found himself forced to choose sides. With the purpose of protecting their nation and keeping its traditions pure, the Red Sticks were executing those displaying American sympathies.
If the Long Knives were not stopped, the Muscogee would eventually be lead to starvation or worse slavery. According to the Red Sticks, every American sympathizer must die.
Most in Kossati knew Nokos was partial to the Americans. Yes, their droves of cattle encroached on Creek land, and no, the farmers did not ask permission to run their iron plows through Creek soil. All that aside, he had found it difficult to justify fighting them.
They were powerful and well studied in war. Singing Grass was right the Red Sticks would eventually be slaughtered.
But unless he pledged his allegiance to the Red Stick cause and soon, he would find himself taken unawares by a band of warriors.
Nokos let out his breath in a gust and sank onto the bearskin pallet.
Singing Grass stretched an arm across his chest, and propped her small pointed chin on his shoulder. You are home early. With familiar affection, she traced the lines and circles tattooed on his neck and awakened a hunger within him.
He sought her lips and kissed her deeply. I did not mean to wake you. How are you feeling?
Hungryall the time. She hammered his chest with her forefinger. You left the hunt early to ask me if I am well?
Its no matter. There was no game to hunt. He tried to keep the frustration from his voice. No need to worry her.
Nothing? You caught nothing?
Three rabbits and a squirrel, as if I were just a boy. No one else had done any better when I left. I doubt one more day would have mattered much. He pulled her closer. I would rather be home with you than listening to their talk of war, death, and starv He cut his words short.
You do not have to hide things from me. Im pregnant--not blind and deaf. I know what is happening.
Well be fine.
Youre joining the Red Sticks. I hardly think it is fine. They will kill themselves in vain. Must you?
Yes, I must. Should he reveal to her Gray Hawks warning to be quick in choosing sides? That his name had been whispered among those whose loyalty was in question?
The prophets are insane! Surely you have not succumbed to their antics?
Of course not. Im no fool.
The sighting of a star with a fiery tail traveling across the sky a month after Tecumsehs departure had frenzied the Creeks. It was the sign, they said. It was the arm of fire Tecumseh had claimed would prove his prophecies were from the Great Spirit. A strongly superstitious people, the sighting had driven the Creeks into the Red Stick faction by the thousands.
True to his word, Tecumseh had left several prophets to train the Creeks to lead their people in the war dances. In most every village, the rhythms and tunes became familiar. With devotion, men and women believed the tales told by new prophets.
Look what madness has overcome our people, Singing Grass said. They are being led to the slaughter! We shame ourselves, and our children will pay. Pushmatahaw is a wise chief. He was right to force Tecumseh from his nation. Because he did, the Choctaw were spared this insanity. If only our chiefs had done the same
Lower your voice, Nokos cautioned. Do you want the children to repeat what you say? Were already at risk. Careless words could be our destruction.
She sat up, and her single braid slipped from her shoulder and landed on his chest with a soft thud. What do you mean we are already at risk?
My past will not be forgiven. I must clearly oppose the Americans.
And what of your past? Will you pretend it does not exist? Will you spit in the faces of those who love you?
Red Eagle has joined the war party, Nokos said, preferring to ignore her difficult questions.
You should go to Big Warrior, join his White ranks in Tuckabatchee. I hear all who desire peace with the Americans are flocking to his protection.
I agree with Big Warrior, but sooner or later, Tuckabatchee will be under siege and his White warriors will be forced to surrender to the Red Sticks. I either submit now or later. Nokos shook his head. No. No, I will do as I vowed and follow Red Eagle. He is a clever warrior, and will lead us well.
The moment Nokos heard the half-Scottish, half-Creek chief had joined the Red Sticks, he knew what he must do. If Red Eagle, as influential and powerful as he is, has been forced at the threat of his familys life to join the Red Sticks, how will I avoid it?
With his gaze, he caressed the mother of his children. She was so vulnerable. And the little ones. Who would protect them when he went away? If he died? At least now, he would not have to fear his own people turning against them. Most found it much easier to wish their enemys demise not so with Nokos.
She brought his attention back to her by running her warm hand down his cheek. Wipe the worry from your face, husband, she said, resolve in her voice. She sniffed once then swallowed. All will be well. Do what you must. She dropped next to him and clung to his chest, her hair tickling the underside of his chin.
He hadnt realized how much her approval meant to him until he obtained it. Resting a hand on the slight bulge of her belly, he prayed to whatever god would listen that this dear woman be spared the sufferings and hardships which were the sisters of war.