Read Online Cassidy (Big Sky Dreams 1) by Lori Wick - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Lori Wick
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Montana, Western, Love Stories, Western Stories, Christian fiction, Religious, Christian, Westerns, INSPIRATIONAL ROMANCE, Women Tailors
Ads: Link
could take.
Trace rode away from Token Creek on Saturday night, his mind half on the town, half on the time he'd just spent with Rylan, Chandler, and Philip.
They'd been in the book of Mark, and the discussion had been very good. Rylan had shared some things that Trace had never thought of before. The authority of Jesus Christ in the Gospels was unmistakable, but for the first time, Trace really looked at the response of
63the people. Some were quietly skeptical, some openly doubted, and others wanted to put Christ to death.
It made Trace think about the kind of message a man had to have to rile folks that badly. He'd had his brother mad at him more than one time in his life, but Brad never wanted to kill him. There was no getting around the fact that Jesus did not garner a lukewarm response. And another thing was also clear: People had not changed all that much in all these years. They still wanted God on their own terms.
As Trace was recalling some of what the men had talked about and shared, some things he'd seen while riding through town came back to mind. He could not remember the last time he'd been in Token Creek on a Saturday night. It was not a safe place. Boisterous noise, both music and voices, poured from the saloons, and two women had tried to speak to him from the shadows of a building. Two drunks argued over a horse, and at one point Trace heard gunfire.
Rylan's words about praying for Token Creek came to mind. Rylan lived in town, not near a saloon but close enough to hear the noise each week. In some ways the ranch was insulated, and Trace realized how much he needed those reminders. He finished the ride home, praying for the folks of Token Creek and remembering the church family's role and need for prayer as well.
Cassidy came from her apartment Sunday morning, taking the stairs with practiced ease but coming up short when she noticed Trace waiting for her at the bottom.
"Well, good morning," Cassidy said, finishing the stairs and joining him at the bottom.
"Good morning. Can I walk you to church?"
"Certainly."
"Tell me something," Trace began as soon as they started down the boardwalk. "Do you go out on Saturday nights?"
64"Rarely. It's not very safe."
Trace nodded. Amid all his thoughts the night before, it had taken some time to remember Cassidy, but as Trace prayed, her safety came flooding into his mind, and he'd not been able to think of anything else.
"Do you own a gun, Cass?"
"Do you know how to shoot one?"
"No." This time she frowned. "What is going on, Trace?"
"I was in town last night to meet with Ry and the other men." "Oh." Cassidy was catching on.
"I had a quick refresher of how bad Token Creek gets on Saturday nights. I forgot how noisy and drunken it could be."
"It's pretty bad," Cassidy had to agree.
"Do you feel safe?"
"Most of the time. It's hard if someone starts a fight outside the store or I hear gunshots."
"How do you get to sleep?"
"If I'm very tired, it doesn't matter. If not, it takes a while."
They weren't far from the church then, so Trace stopped, knowing they had time. He looked down at Cassidy, wanting to change her situation but not knowing how. The thought of her not being safe bothered him no small amount.
"What are you thinking?" Cassidy asked.
"I'm just wanting you to be safe. Nothing has changed for you. You've lived here for months, dealing with Saturday nights as they come, but it's new for me."
"Well, thank you for your concern, but as I said, I make sure I'm inside, even before dark falls. And lost sleep is not the worst thing that can happen."
They had turned off Main Street now and moved on toward the church.
"Good morning," Chandler greeted.
65"How are you?" Cassidy asked.
"Doing well. Yourself?"
"Fine, thank you."
"How are you, Trace?"
Trace said he was flue but then went ahead and explained to Chandler what he'd been discussing with Cassidy.
"It helps that she's upstairs," Chandler said. "And none of her apartment windows look
Trace rode away from Token Creek on Saturday night, his mind half on the town, half on the time he'd just spent with Rylan, Chandler, and Philip.
They'd been in the book of Mark, and the discussion had been very good. Rylan had shared some things that Trace had never thought of before. The authority of Jesus Christ in the Gospels was unmistakable, but for the first time, Trace really looked at the response of
63the people. Some were quietly skeptical, some openly doubted, and others wanted to put Christ to death.
It made Trace think about the kind of message a man had to have to rile folks that badly. He'd had his brother mad at him more than one time in his life, but Brad never wanted to kill him. There was no getting around the fact that Jesus did not garner a lukewarm response. And another thing was also clear: People had not changed all that much in all these years. They still wanted God on their own terms.
As Trace was recalling some of what the men had talked about and shared, some things he'd seen while riding through town came back to mind. He could not remember the last time he'd been in Token Creek on a Saturday night. It was not a safe place. Boisterous noise, both music and voices, poured from the saloons, and two women had tried to speak to him from the shadows of a building. Two drunks argued over a horse, and at one point Trace heard gunfire.
Rylan's words about praying for Token Creek came to mind. Rylan lived in town, not near a saloon but close enough to hear the noise each week. In some ways the ranch was insulated, and Trace realized how much he needed those reminders. He finished the ride home, praying for the folks of Token Creek and remembering the church family's role and need for prayer as well.
Cassidy came from her apartment Sunday morning, taking the stairs with practiced ease but coming up short when she noticed Trace waiting for her at the bottom.
"Well, good morning," Cassidy said, finishing the stairs and joining him at the bottom.
"Good morning. Can I walk you to church?"
"Certainly."
"Tell me something," Trace began as soon as they started down the boardwalk. "Do you go out on Saturday nights?"
64"Rarely. It's not very safe."
Trace nodded. Amid all his thoughts the night before, it had taken some time to remember Cassidy, but as Trace prayed, her safety came flooding into his mind, and he'd not been able to think of anything else.
"Do you own a gun, Cass?"
"Do you know how to shoot one?"
"No." This time she frowned. "What is going on, Trace?"
"I was in town last night to meet with Ry and the other men." "Oh." Cassidy was catching on.
"I had a quick refresher of how bad Token Creek gets on Saturday nights. I forgot how noisy and drunken it could be."
"It's pretty bad," Cassidy had to agree.
"Do you feel safe?"
"Most of the time. It's hard if someone starts a fight outside the store or I hear gunshots."
"How do you get to sleep?"
"If I'm very tired, it doesn't matter. If not, it takes a while."
They weren't far from the church then, so Trace stopped, knowing they had time. He looked down at Cassidy, wanting to change her situation but not knowing how. The thought of her not being safe bothered him no small amount.
"What are you thinking?" Cassidy asked.
"I'm just wanting you to be safe. Nothing has changed for you. You've lived here for months, dealing with Saturday nights as they come, but it's new for me."
"Well, thank you for your concern, but as I said, I make sure I'm inside, even before dark falls. And lost sleep is not the worst thing that can happen."
They had turned off Main Street now and moved on toward the church.
"Good morning," Chandler greeted.
65"How are you?" Cassidy asked.
"Doing well. Yourself?"
"Fine, thank you."
"How are you, Trace?"
Trace said he was flue but then went ahead and explained to Chandler what he'd been discussing with Cassidy.
"It helps that she's upstairs," Chandler said. "And none of her apartment windows look
Similar Books
