Moonfire Read online




  LOOK FOR

  LINDA LAEL MILLER’S

  STUNNING FRONTIER NOVEL

  Springwater

  AND HER DELIGHTFUL NEW SERIES FROM

  POCKET BOOKS

  SPRINGWATER SEASONS

  Four dazzling tales in four months!

  Rachel Savannah Miranda Jessica

  AND DON’T MISS HER OTHER MARVELOUS ROMANCES

  BANNER O’BRIEN

  CORBIN’S FANCY

  MEMORY’S EMBRACE

  MY DARLING MELISSA

  ANGELFIRE

  DESIRE AND DESTINY

  FLETCHER’S WOMAN

  LAURALEE

  MOONFIRE

  WANTON ANGEL

  WILLOW

  PRINCESS ANNIE

  THE LEGACY

  TAMING CHARLOTTE

  YANKEE WIFE

  DANIEL’S BRIDE

  LILY AND THE MAJOR

  EMMA AND THE OUTLAW

  CAROLINE AND THE RAIDER

  PIRATES

  KNIGHTS

  MY OUTLAW

  THE VOW

  TWO BROTHERS:

  THE LAWMAN & THE GUNSLINGER

  She Stood Fast as Reeve Untied Her Camisole, and Then Peeled It Away from Her Flesh …

  “Maggie,” he said, in a low and ragged voice, and then she felt Reeve’s breath on her face and instinctively she tilted her head back to greet his mouth with her own. His forceful but infinitely gentle hands entangled themselves in her hair and he kissed her …

  As the soul-shattering kiss continued, Maggie felt the straining power of him and trembled for the want of it, even as she recoiled inwardly in fear.

  Maggie was powerless to protest, much less flee, and when she felt herself being lowered to a soft bed, she offered no resistance. Reeve’s voice was thick, hoarse with needs Maggie couldn’t even begin to comprehend. “You’re a virgin, then, aren’t you, lass?”

  Books by Linda Lad Miller

  Banner O’Brien

  Lily and the Major

  Corbin’s Fancy

  Emma and the Outlaw

  Memory’s Embrace

  Caroline and the Raider

  My Darling Melissa

  Pirates

  Angelfire

  Knights

  Desire and Destiny

  My Outlaw

  Fletcher’s Woman

  The Vow

  Lauralee

  Two Brothers

  Moonfire

  Springwater

  Wanton Angel

  Springwater Seasons series:

  Willow

  Rachel

  Princess Annie

  Savannah

  The Legacy

  Miranda

  Taming Charlotte

  Jessica

  Yankee Wife

  A Springwater Christmas

  Daniel’s Bride

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Linda Lael Miller

  This book is a work of historical fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents relating to non-historical figures are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance of such non-historical incidents, places or figures to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  An Original Publication of POCKET BOOKS

  POCKET BOOKS, a division of Simon & Schuster Inc.

  1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020

  www.SimonandSchuster.com

  Copyright © 1988 by Linda Lael Miller

  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information address Pocket Books, 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020

  ISBN: 0-671-73770-8

  First Pocket Books printing May 1988

  10 9 8 7

  POCKET and colophon are registered trademarks of Simon & Schuster Inc.

  Cover illustration by Morgan Kane

  Border design by Marlene Moore

  Printed in the U.S.A.

  For Crystal Harworth,

  who taught me to hear

  the sweet, mystical music that words make

  Prologue

  Dublin—September 1867

  A DEFT FLIP OF JAMIE’S WRIST CAUSED THE GOLDEN WATCH to spin at the end of its chain. With a glint of triumph in his ice-blue eyes, he caught the gentleman’s time-piece in one grubby palm and grinned.

  Reeve, two years older than his brother at fourteen, lacked Jamie’s taste for petty larceny. For the sake of the woman and the priest over near the fire—they were about the business of death—he kept his voice low. “Do you want to be transported, you idiot? It’s one thing to pinch an onion or a turnip, but a dandy’s watch?”

  Jamie swallowed hard and glanced toward their mother’s cot, which had been set as close as possible to the pitifully inadequate coal fire in the grate. “Herself is wantin’ medicine,” he said with lame defiance.

  “She’s past that,” Reeve retorted. “There’ll be no need of medicine, and we both know it.”

  The priest was giving last rites by then, and both Jamie and Reeve watched and listened in silence, hating their helplessness and their hunger. Through it all Callie McKenna lay motionless, her eyes closed.

  At last Father McDougal turned weary-eyed from Callie’s cot, his face gaunt and deeply lined. He seemed to carry the troubles of all Ireland on his thin shoulders. As he approached, he reached one slightly tremulous hand into the pocket of his frayed coat.

  From his perch on the edge of the table Jamie skittered to his feet. “Is she—”

  Father McDougal shook his balding head. “Not yet, lad, but I don’t look for Callie to last the night, bless her soul.” He paused to cross himself, and then sighed. “She’s in God’s hands now.”

  Reeve scowled and folded his arms across his chest; he’d hear no talk of God or his mother’s coming happiness in heaven. Where had God been when Callie McKenna was left to scour the scummy floors of taverns and mend the gowns of fancy ladies who didn’t think her fit to spit upon?

  “Any work to be had on the docks these days, then?” the priest asked pointlessly. He already knew the dismal answer, for there was no work anywhere in Ireland, not in the cities and not on the farms.

  Reeve lowered his dark head. He was a sturdy lad, broad in the shoulders and strong despite the hunger that had gnawed at his belly for as long as he could remember. “No work,” he muttered. It didn’t seem right to mention his plans for the future, not now, with his mother dying.

  The elderly priest cleared his throat; Reeve glanced up and saw that Jamie still clutched the watch in one filthy hand. “Stealin’ again, are you, boyo?” he demanded more in despair than in anger. “Shameful thing, that. Wrong in the eyes of God.”

  Jamie’s answer was quick and flippant, as Jamie’s answers tended to be. “God ain’t lookin’, now, is He? Not toward me and not toward me poor mum and not toward the whole of Ireland!”

  The old man sighed and then, after a moment’s hesitation, drew his hand from his pocket and opened his palm to reveal two bits of tarnished brass sh
aped like coins and punched through at the top. When neither lad responded, he pressed one into Reeve’s hand and one into Jamie’s and hastily left the cottage.

  In the gloom Reeve examined the coin. Thanks to the nuns of St. Patrick’s parish, he could read a little, and he made out the words: Blessed is he that considereth the poor.

  Shame scalded the back of his throat and throbbed behind his blue-green eyes. “It’s a bloody beggar’s badge!” he hissed.

  Jamie was quiet; both brothers listened to the labored breathing of their mother. She was cold and sick and she was going to die hungry—just as she’d lived.

  In a burst of fury and helplessness Reeve hurled the badge across the room. It made a clinking sound as it struck the fireplace.

  Jamie set his jaw and started toward the door. “I’ll be back,” he said softly, speaking not to Reeve but to their mother, “and I swear by all that’s holy that I’ll bring back bread and tea and whatever else I can find.”

  “Good lad,” Callie replied weakly, a woman wandering in a dream. “He’s a good lad, my Jamie. A good lad.”

  “You’re going to beg?” Reeve demanded of his brother in a rasping undertone.

  Jamie held up the fancy watch and gave it another arrogant spin. It glinted in the gloom of that tiny hovel. “Aye, Reeve,” he answered tightly, “if it comes to that, I’ll beg, but first I’ll be about makin’ a fair swap with the grocer.”

  A cold premonition quaked in the very core of Reeve McKenna’s soul. “Don’t do it, Jamie. Sure as the saints, this time they’ll collar you.”

  Jamie’s expression was hard, and for the moment he was a man, not a boy. “I’ll not see me mother die hungry, Reeve.”

  Reeve made his way to the hearth, searching for the beggar’s badge he’d tossed away only moments before. He’d take it around, to this house and that—for his mother he’d do it, and to save Jamie from the law. He was the elder brother, the task rightly fell to him, intolerable as it was.

  “Your luck’s sure to run out,” he said, searching the floor around the hearth. Just as he caught a glimmer of firelight on the brass, the door of the cottage closed with a smart click and Jamie was gone.

  Reeve scrambled across the room, wrenching open the door. The stench of that narrow Dublin street came at him and mingled with the night chill. “Jamie!” he bellowed into the dense fog that covered Dublin like a yellowed muslin shroud. “Jamie, come back!”

  It was too late. There was no sign of Jamie; the lad was as quick with his feet as he was with his hands.

  Reeve swore and closed the creaky door, running one hand through his hair as he turned back to the dying woman and the dying fire and all his dying hopes.

  “Is there word come from your da, then?” Callie asked in a bright voice. She sounded almost like her old self. “It’s off to America we’ll be, one fine day soon.”

  Near tears, Reeve knelt beside his mother’s cot and took one of her thin, work-roughened hands into his own. “No word yet,” he said softly.

  Callie’s eyes, sea-green like her eldest son’s, were fixed on the shadowy ceiling of the hovel where Marcus had left her so many years before. “Never a letter,” she said on a long sigh. “Ain’t it strange there was never a letter?”

  Reeve let his forehead rest against hers for a moment and drew a deep, steadying breath. “Da wasn’t much for writin’,” he answered gently after a very long time. Privately, he believed his father was either dead or the worst sort of scoundrel, but of course he couldn’t say that. Indeed, he wished he’d pretended that there was a letter from America, with passage money for them all. What harm would it have done to lie to Callie now?

  It might have been a mercy.

  “I’m dying, ain’t I?” Callie asked, and her eyes lost their dreamy quality. She was lucid and full of misery.

  It was hard for Reeve to speak, impossible for him to lie. He struggled for a few moments before offering a tentative “Father McDougal says you’ll go to heaven, sure and straight.”

  Callie smiled at the prospect. Despite years of suffering, years of waiting and fruitless hope, she believed. Reeve couldn’t recall a time when her faith had so much as wavered, though his own was long gone. “Oh, yes,” she said. “I’ll go to heaven.” Her dark hair, without even a strand of gray, fanned out over her coverless pillow, and she arched one finely etched eyebrow. “But what of you and Jamie? Where will you go—to America?”

  Reeve shook his head. He could no longer keep back the truth. “I’ve got a berth on a sailing ship, Ma,” he said, and even now he felt a singular excitement at the prospect. “A whaler. Her home port is in New South Wales, at Sydney Town.”

  Callie’s aquamarine eyes widened. “New South Wales! What of Jamie? Will you take him with you?”

  Reeve remembered his interview with the captain of the Sally Dee—though it had taken place that afternoon, it seemed a thousand years in the past—and felt true despair. The captain had said there was need of only one cabin boy aboard the ship. He’d have a gander at Jamie, and if he looked fit for the sea, there might be a place for him on the next voyage. Beyond that the man could promise nothing.

  “I won’t leave without him,” Reeve vowed solemnly. It was a promise he meant to keep, even if he had to sacrifice his own plans and dreams.

  Callie looked relieved, and Reeve wondered if she knew about Jamie’s thieving, despite their efforts to hide it from her. “He’s a fine boy, my Jamie,” she said, “but he ain’t so sensible as you, Reeve. He needs lookin’ after.”

  Reeve permitted himself a smile and nodded. “That he does.”

  “You’ll see to him?”

  Reeve squeezed his mother’s hand. “I’ll see to him,” he affirmed.

  Callie gave a small sigh and closed her eyes to sleep.

  Almost an hour passed before Jamie was back, dodging into the cottage, his arms filled with loot. He’d brought tea, a whole loaf of bread still warm from the oven, a cold joint of mutton, and a small bag of coarse white sugar. After casting a look of shame and defiance in his brother’s direction, he dropped the food on the table and crossed the room to shovel the last of the coal onto the fire.

  Unsettled and anxious, Reeve took the well-used kettle into the street and filled it with water from the neighborhood pump. Back in the cottage, he set it on the hob to boil.

  Jamie was slicing the mutton with quick, deft strokes of his pocket knife. “How is Mum?” he asked after a long silence.

  Reeve caught his thumbs in the pockets of his tattered trousers. “Lookin’ for a letter from Da, she was. Still, after all these years.”

  Jamie continued to slice the meat for their supper. “You think he’s dead?”

  “That or just forgetful,” Reeve replied with quiet bitterness.

  Marcus McKenna’s fate in far-off America was a touchy subject between them, and they rarely discussed it. “He had to serve seven years for his passage,” Jamie reminded his brother evenly.

  “He’s had that, Jamie, and four years more. If Da’s alive, he’s decided not to bother bringin’ a wife and two sons over from the Old Sod.”

  Jamie’s jawline tightened, then relaxed. He was a handsome lad, with his wheat-colored hair and pale blue eyes. “Have you ever thought of goin’ to America yourself, Reeve? I mean, if Da could work for his passage, so could we.”

  Reeve thought of the beggar’s badge, still lying on the floor somewhere, a painful reminder of his limited options. “They kept slaves there once,” he said. Just the thought made his skin crawl. “Had a war over it too.”

  Jamie popped a bit of mutton into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “You wouldn’t be a slave—all that’s over now. Workin’ off your passage ain’t the same at all.”

  “For a time it is. A man has a master. He’s owned, like a carriage or a calf.”

  “For the likes of us,” Jamie pointed out, tearing the fragrant loaf of bread into hunks, “it might be the only way out of Ireland.”

  “Aye,�
� Reeve replied halfheartedly, thinking of the berth he’d been offered on the Sally Dee. Sooner or later he was going to have to speak of it, but the right time hadn’t come yet.

  When the water came to a whistling boil on the hob, Reeve poured it into the chipped crockery pot. While the savory brew steeped, Jamie gently awakened his mother.

  Callie’s hands trembled as she reached for the plate her son extended. There was a dazzled expression in her eyes and she cast a quick glance around the cottage, as if thinking that she might have passed on to some other, better life without noticing.

  Callie ate little of the meal, but enjoyed two full cups of sugared tea. Later that night, while her sons slept on their pallets on the cottage floor, she died.

  She was buried in a pauper’s grave, without even a coffin, but Father McDougal was there in the drizzling rain to say the holy words. Reeve listened in a numb rage, hating not only the priest, but the God he served as well. It would have been a comfort to believe that angels had met his mother’s soaring spirit and carried her to a place of peace and plenty, but he couldn’t quite manage that.

  Nor could he weep as Jamie did. There was nothing to do but accept the dismal reality of Callie’s death just as it was.

  At the edge of the churchyard the grocer waited, flanked by two soldiers of the English crown. “That’s him,” the fat merchant cried through the downpour. “That’s him what give me the watch!”

  Reeve started to step between Jamie and the soldiers, but the priest grabbed at his arm. Before he could take the blame on himself, Jamie owned up, his face wet with tears and rain.

  “It’s me you want,” he said.

  “Blighter,” one soldier muttered to the other as they bound Jamie’s wrists behind him. “Sticky-fingered, these micks, every last one of ’em!”

  “Wait!” Reeve choked, shaking free of the old priest’s grasp. “It’s a lie—I’m the one that took the gentleman’s watch—”

  The second soldier laughed. “Too late for that, lad.”

 

    Angelfire Read onlineAngelfireMoonfire Read onlineMoonfireThe Yankee Widow Read onlineThe Yankee WidowThe Cowboy Way Read onlineThe Cowboy WayCountry Strong--A Novel Read onlineCountry Strong--A NovelForever and a Day Read onlineForever and a DayThe Black Rose Chronicles Read onlineThe Black Rose ChroniclesMontana Creeds: Logan Read onlineMontana Creeds: LoganMy Darling Melissa Read onlineMy Darling MelissaSkye Read onlineSkyeMcKettricks of Texas: Tate Read onlineMcKettricks of Texas: TateSpringwater Seasons Read onlineSpringwater SeasonsA Lawman's Christmas Read onlineA Lawman's ChristmasSierra's Homecoming Read onlineSierra's HomecomingParable, Montana [4] Big Sky Summer Read onlineParable, Montana [4] Big Sky SummerOne Last Weekend Read onlineOne Last WeekendA Stone Creek Collection, Volume 2 Read onlineA Stone Creek Collection, Volume 2Tonight and Always Read onlineTonight and AlwaysFletcher's Woman Read onlineFletcher's WomanA Snow Country Christmas Read onlineA Snow Country ChristmasThe Last Chance Cafe Read onlineThe Last Chance CafeThe Man from Stone Creek Read onlineThe Man from Stone CreekWanton Angel Read onlineWanton AngelMcKettricks of Texas: Garrett Read onlineMcKettricks of Texas: GarrettMemory's Embrace Read onlineMemory's EmbraceMcKettrick's Luck Read onlineMcKettrick's LuckPirates Read onlinePiratesBig Sky River Read onlineBig Sky RiverWillow: A Novel (No Series) Read onlineWillow: A Novel (No Series)The McKettrick Legend: Sierra's HomecomingThe McKettrick Way (Hqn) Read onlineThe McKettrick Legend: Sierra's HomecomingThe McKettrick Way (Hqn)Glory, Glory: Snowbound with the Bodyguard Read onlineGlory, Glory: Snowbound with the BodyguardTwo Brothers Read onlineTwo BrothersDeadly Deceptions Read onlineDeadly DeceptionsBig Sky Secrets Read onlineBig Sky SecretsGarrett Read onlineGarrettA Creed in Stone Creek Read onlineA Creed in Stone CreekMegan Read onlineMeganMcKettricks of Texas: Austin Read onlineMcKettricks of Texas: AustinKnights Read onlineKnightsHigh Country Bride Read onlineHigh Country BrideMore Than Words Volume 4 Read onlineMore Than Words Volume 4Glory, Glory Read onlineGlory, GloryDaring Moves Read onlineDaring MovesLily and the Major Read onlineLily and the MajorCourting Susannah Read onlineCourting SusannahBanner O'Brien Read onlineBanner O'BrienBig Sky Mountain Read onlineBig Sky MountainLinda Lael Miller Bundle Read onlineLinda Lael Miller BundleMcKettrick's Pride Read onlineMcKettrick's PrideA Stone Creek Collection Volume 1 Read onlineA Stone Creek Collection Volume 1A Wanted Man Read onlineA Wanted ManBig Sky Country Read onlineBig Sky CountryThe McKettrick Legend Read onlineThe McKettrick LegendChristy Read onlineChristyMcKettrick's Heart Read onlineMcKettrick's HeartResurrection Read onlineResurrectionArizona Heat Read onlineArizona HeatSecondhand Bride Read onlineSecondhand BrideSnowflakes on the Sea Read onlineSnowflakes on the SeaMontana Creeds: Tyler Read onlineMontana Creeds: TylerCAROLINE AND THE RAIDER Read onlineCAROLINE AND THE RAIDERA Proposal for Christmas: State SecretsThe Five Days of Christmas Read onlineA Proposal for Christmas: State SecretsThe Five Days of ChristmasYankee Wife Read onlineYankee WifeLinda Lael Miller Montana Creeds Series Volume 1: Montana Creeds: LoganMontana Creeds: DylanMontana Creeds: Tyler Read onlineLinda Lael Miller Montana Creeds Series Volume 1: Montana Creeds: LoganMontana Creeds: DylanMontana Creeds: TylerThe Christmas Brides Read onlineThe Christmas BridesMcKettricks Bundle Read onlineMcKettricks BundleThe Rustler Read onlineThe RustlerHere and Then Read onlineHere and ThenOnly Forever Read onlineOnly ForeverOnce a Rancher Read onlineOnce a RancherThe 24 Days of Christmas Read onlineThe 24 Days of ChristmasBig Sky Wedding Read onlineBig Sky WeddingEmma and the Outlaw Read onlineEmma and the OutlawPrincess Annie Read onlinePrincess AnnieWild About Harry Read onlineWild About HarryThat Other Katherine Read onlineThat Other KatherineA Lawman's Christmas: A McKettricks of Texas Novel Read onlineA Lawman's Christmas: A McKettricks of Texas NovelJust Kate: His Only Wife (Bestselling Author Collection) Read onlineJust Kate: His Only Wife (Bestselling Author Collection)The McKettrick Way Read onlineThe McKettrick WayPart of the Bargain Read onlinePart of the BargainTaming Charlotte Read onlineTaming CharlotteHoliday in Stone Creek Read onlineHoliday in Stone CreekOne Last Look Read onlineOne Last LookAlways a Cowboy Read onlineAlways a CowboyBatteries Not Required Read onlineBatteries Not RequiredA McKettrick Christmas Read onlineA McKettrick ChristmasFor All Eternity Read onlineFor All EternityThe Marriage Season Read onlineThe Marriage SeasonCorbin's Fancy Read onlineCorbin's FancyThe Creed Legacy Read onlineThe Creed LegacySpringwater Wedding Read onlineSpringwater WeddingDeadly Gamble Read onlineDeadly GambleAustin Read onlineAustinCreed's Honor Read onlineCreed's HonorA Creed Country Christmas Read onlineA Creed Country ChristmasEscape from Cabriz Read onlineEscape from CabrizThere and Now Read onlineThere and NowThe Bridegroom Read onlineThe BridegroomState Secrets Read onlineState SecretsBridget Read onlineBridget