Courting the Doctor's Daughter. Janet Dean

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      “Well, well.” Luke Jacobs gave her a lazy smile. “We meet again.”

      Mary’s hands curled into fists. “Yes, Mr. Jacobs, we do.”

      “Will you tell me where I can find the livery?”

      The cocky grin he wore infuriated her. And he knew it.

      “Have you a remedy for horses? Or looking for some manure to add to your spiel?” That ought to wipe the smirk off his insufferable face.

      He chuckled. “I need to bed down my horse. You wouldn’t want an innocent animal at risk.”

      “True, but I wouldn’t mind putting a guilty beast at peril.” She eyed him, making no secret which beast she meant.

      Instead of leaving, he took a step closer.

      “I can see my presence in this town unhinges you. I assure you, I’m quite harmless.”

      Mary pulled her five-foot-two frame erect. “Nothing unhinges me, Mr. Jacobs. Not even the prospect of a charlatan in town.”

      JANET DEAN

      grew up in a family who cherished the past and had a strong creative streak. Her father recounted fascinating stories, like his father before him. The tales they told instilled in Janet a love of history and the desire to write. She married her college sweetheart and taught first grade before leaving to rear two daughters, but Janet never lost interest in American history and the accounts of the strong men and women of faith who built this country. With her daughters grown, she eagerly turned to inspirational historical romance. Today Janet enjoys spinning stories for the Love Inspired Historical line. When she isn’t writing, Janet stamps greeting cards, plays golf and is never without a book to read. The Deans love to travel and spend time with family.

      Janet Dean

      Courting the Doctor’s Daughter

      If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.

      —James 1:5

      To Andrea and Heather, fine women, wonderful

       wives and mothers, precious gifts from God. No mother could be prouder of her children. To my dear brothers, Michael and Philip, without you, my childhood would have been dull. To the Seekers, prayer partners, forever friends, a daily dose of delight.

      Contents

      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

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Questions for Discussion

      Chapter One

      Noblesville, Indiana, 1898

      Mary Graves couldn’t believe her eyes. And the gall of that man. A stranger stood on the seat of his wagon holding up a bottle and making ridiculous claims for its medicinal value with all the fervor of an itinerant evangelist. His Eastern accent grated on her Midwestern ears.

      She slipped through the gathering crowd to sneak a closer look. Gazing up at him, Mary pressed a hand to her bodice. The man didn’t resemble any preacher she’d ever seen. Hatless, the stranger’s dark hair lifted in the morning breeze. He’d rolled his white shirtsleeves to his elbows revealing muscled, tanned forearms. He looked more like a gypsy, a member of the marauding bands tramping through the countryside stealing chickens and whatever else wasn’t nailed down—like the Noblesville residents’ hard-earned dollars.

      Well, she had no intention of standing by while this quack bilked the town of its money and, worse, kept its citizens from seeking legitimate treatment.

      Not that her father needed more work. Far from it. Since Doc Roberts died in the spring, her father often worked from sunup to sundown—and sometimes through the night. With the exception of those folks who’d profited from Noblesville’s natural gas boom, most patients paid with produce or an occasional exchange of services.

      The peddler raised the container high above his head. “Just two capfuls of this medicine will ease a nervous headache and an upset stomach. It’ll cure your insomnia, but most importantly, this bottle holds the safe solution for a baby’s colic.”

      This charlatan attempted to take money out of her father’s all-but-empty pockets with a potion no doubt containing nothing more than hard liquor or flavored water. Imagine giving such a thing to an infant. But her neighbors nodded their heads, taken in by his nonsensical spiel.

      “Imagine, folks, getting a good night’s sleep and waking refreshed to tackle the day,” the peddler went on.

      Around her, John Lemming, Roscoe Sullivan and Pastor Foley, of all people, reached in their back pockets for their wallets. Even her friend, Martha Cummings, a baby on her hip and two of her youngsters clinging to her skirts, dug into her purse. And everyone knew Martha could squeeze a penny until it bled.

      Mary clenched her jaw. Such foolishness. Why couldn’t these people recognize a sham when they saw one?

      “Step right up, folks, for the sum of—”

      “Whatever you’re charging is disgraceful,” Mary called, the words pouring out of her mouth. She turned to her neighbors. “Have you forgotten the swindler who came through here last year, promising his tonic would do all that and more? Not one word of his claims proved true.”

      The townspeople stilled. СКАЧАТЬ