Publisher's Synopsis
After reaching the end of the Oregon Trail Patrick and Rachel O'Riley have to make some hard choices... "But Patrick," Rachel protested, "we can't settle here. You can't farm this land." Patrick looked down at her. "Rachel, it 'as been nearly three weeks now, and ye are still so weak. I should not 'hiv brought ye 'ere in the first place. Bit, I'll not make the same mistake twice. Ye are not able to travel." Rachel studied his face for some time. She knew that he was disappointed about not being able to settle near the coastline. "Now Mrs. O'Riley," he began, "don't ye start to thinking thit all 'as gone wrong. Semtimes our plans do not fit into God's plans. Now, 'tis mich better to follow our Lord's design than to disobey by stubbornly continuing down our own path when 'E 'as blocked our way." How she loved that tall, gentle man. Yes, everything would work out fine. Then a new thought struck her. "But who will you preach to? Surely there are no other families here. And logging men are not known for being church goers." Patrick laughed and lightly squeezed her hand. His eyes twinkled with delight. Rachel sighed and smiled up at him. As long as Patrick could still laugh, everything would be all right.
