Yellowstone Romance Series - Bundle (# 2-5) by Peggy L Henderson Page A
Authors: Peggy L Henderson
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grabbed her by the shoulders.
“Where did you say your mother is from?” His face was inches from hers, his intense stare startling her.
“New….New York,” she stammered. Squirming, she tried to break away from his grip. “You’re hurting me, Chase.” His mouth relaxed, and his eyes softened.
“I’m sorry.” He released his hold on her, but his hands lingered on her arms, his thumbs rubbing the fabric of her shirt up and down her skin. Warmth spread throughout her body, and her skin tingled from his touch. She forced her breathing to remain steady.
Chase sat back on his heels. “How did she end up here in the wilderness?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Sarah shook her head, her eyebrows narrowing. “I think my father just… found her.” Her voice trailed off. She’d never asked or questioned her parents about that. It was just as natural as breathing that her mother and father should be together. How that came about had never been important.
“He just found her here, in the wilderness?” Chase repeated her words.
“Why is this important?”
“Sarah,” his eyes bored holes right through her, “the stories your mother told you, the magical place, it’s real. The things she told you about are real. They exist in my world…in my time.”
Her head shook more vigorously. How could that be true? She laughed. “Those are just children’s stories.”
“No, they’re not, Sarah.” He ran his hand up and down the back of his head. “Are there any other stories? Did she ever mention other magical things? Cars, maybe?”
“No.”
“Okay, maybe she didn’t use that word. What kind of transportation vehicles do you have in this time?” He wasn’t directing the question at her. Sarah had heard him think out loud before.
“I’ve seen horse-drawn buckboards in St. Louis,” she offered.
“Okay, has she mentioned stuff like that, only they aren’t pulled by horses? People ride in them, and can go real fast. Anything like that sound familiar?”
Sarah’s stomach dropped. It did sound familiar. Even her father had added to the stories and talked about colorful monsters that moved at incredible speeds on smooth roads. Her eyes met Chase’s stare, her mouth slightly open.
“Your mother is from the future, Sarah. She’s from my time.” He sounded absolutely sure of himself.
She could only shake her head. How could this be true? Her mother knew things that no one else seemed to know. She talked differently, too. Chase used similar words.
“There’s no other explanation how she could know all this stuff. You know it’s true, don’t you.” Chase leaned towards her. “I can see it in your eyes.”
“I . . . don’t know,” she whispered softly.
Chapter 11
“I have to talk to your mother, Sarah.” Chase couldn’t believe what Sarah had revealed. She was clueless, but to him it was as obvious as day and night. No one could make up stories as accurate as what Sarah described. If her mother had time traveled, perhaps she knew how it was possible, and it would get him home. But why did she stay in this time? A sinking feeling came over him. What if it was a one-way ticket? Had she been stuck here, too? Without any other recourse, had she married Sarah’s father out of necessity? Chase frowned. As difficult as it was for him to be here, he couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for a modern woman, stranded in the past. Marriage to a man from this time was probably her best option. Chase had to have some answers.
“Can you take me to this rendezvous place?”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “No, that’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“Because I am not allowed to travel there on my own.”
Chase frowned. “I’m going with you. You wouldn’t be alone.”
“The way leads straight through Blackfoot country. Any white man, especially one traveling alone, will put his life in danger. The Blackfoot are a hostile tribe.”
He shook
“Where did you say your mother is from?” His face was inches from hers, his intense stare startling her.
“New….New York,” she stammered. Squirming, she tried to break away from his grip. “You’re hurting me, Chase.” His mouth relaxed, and his eyes softened.
“I’m sorry.” He released his hold on her, but his hands lingered on her arms, his thumbs rubbing the fabric of her shirt up and down her skin. Warmth spread throughout her body, and her skin tingled from his touch. She forced her breathing to remain steady.
Chase sat back on his heels. “How did she end up here in the wilderness?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Sarah shook her head, her eyebrows narrowing. “I think my father just… found her.” Her voice trailed off. She’d never asked or questioned her parents about that. It was just as natural as breathing that her mother and father should be together. How that came about had never been important.
“He just found her here, in the wilderness?” Chase repeated her words.
“Why is this important?”
“Sarah,” his eyes bored holes right through her, “the stories your mother told you, the magical place, it’s real. The things she told you about are real. They exist in my world…in my time.”
Her head shook more vigorously. How could that be true? She laughed. “Those are just children’s stories.”
“No, they’re not, Sarah.” He ran his hand up and down the back of his head. “Are there any other stories? Did she ever mention other magical things? Cars, maybe?”
“No.”
“Okay, maybe she didn’t use that word. What kind of transportation vehicles do you have in this time?” He wasn’t directing the question at her. Sarah had heard him think out loud before.
“I’ve seen horse-drawn buckboards in St. Louis,” she offered.
“Okay, has she mentioned stuff like that, only they aren’t pulled by horses? People ride in them, and can go real fast. Anything like that sound familiar?”
Sarah’s stomach dropped. It did sound familiar. Even her father had added to the stories and talked about colorful monsters that moved at incredible speeds on smooth roads. Her eyes met Chase’s stare, her mouth slightly open.
“Your mother is from the future, Sarah. She’s from my time.” He sounded absolutely sure of himself.
She could only shake her head. How could this be true? Her mother knew things that no one else seemed to know. She talked differently, too. Chase used similar words.
“There’s no other explanation how she could know all this stuff. You know it’s true, don’t you.” Chase leaned towards her. “I can see it in your eyes.”
“I . . . don’t know,” she whispered softly.
Chapter 11
“I have to talk to your mother, Sarah.” Chase couldn’t believe what Sarah had revealed. She was clueless, but to him it was as obvious as day and night. No one could make up stories as accurate as what Sarah described. If her mother had time traveled, perhaps she knew how it was possible, and it would get him home. But why did she stay in this time? A sinking feeling came over him. What if it was a one-way ticket? Had she been stuck here, too? Without any other recourse, had she married Sarah’s father out of necessity? Chase frowned. As difficult as it was for him to be here, he couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for a modern woman, stranded in the past. Marriage to a man from this time was probably her best option. Chase had to have some answers.
“Can you take me to this rendezvous place?”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “No, that’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“Because I am not allowed to travel there on my own.”
Chase frowned. “I’m going with you. You wouldn’t be alone.”
“The way leads straight through Blackfoot country. Any white man, especially one traveling alone, will put his life in danger. The Blackfoot are a hostile tribe.”
He shook
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