Echoes From The Past (Women of Character)

by Grace Brannigan

  ❄ Echoes from the Past ❄

  Grace Brannigan

  Women of Strength Time Travel Series

  Once Upon a Remembrance Book 1

  Soulmates Through Time Book 2

  Treasure So Rare Book 3

  Women of Character Contemporary Series

  Echoes From the Past

  Once and Always

  Heartstealer

  Wishing on a Rodeo Moon

  Romantic Short Stories

  Deception (a touch of suspense)

  Two Babies, a Cowboy and Sara

  Cowboy's Baby: Missing (coming in 2013)

  Faerie Lost Series (Coming in 2013)

  Find Me Book 1

  Whisper Me Book 2

  Hear Me Book 3

  Website: http://www.GraceBrannigan.com

  All Characters, places and events are fictitious and are not associated or inspired by any person living or dead.

  Echoes from the Past

  Grace Brannigan

  Copyright 2012 Elaine Warfield

  ISBN: 978-0-9801108-1-4

  Cover Art By: Stephanie White of Steph’s Cover Design: paranormal, fantasy, horror & more

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  About Echoes from the Past

  On the verge of a nervous breakdown, Christie reacts by running away, emotionally and physically. Down to her last twenty dollars, she’s determined to fulfill her dead sister’s last wish -- to locate their sister Judith who left home twenty years before. Her quest brings her into the lives of Garrett, Judith’s husband, and the emotionally fragile Hannah, Judith’s daughter. Christie is devastated to learn Judith died two years before. When Christie insists on getting to know her niece, Garrett agrees on the condition she doesn’t reveal her identity. He hires her to work at his horse farm but what he doesn’t count on is the turmoil and hope Christie brings into their lives.

  Christie’s own emotional journey forces her to come to terms with her family’s alcoholism and her perception of herself.

  Table of 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

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Find Me

  Whisper Me

  Hear Me

  Once and Always

  Heartstealer

  Wishing on a Rodeo Moon

  Deception

  Two Babies, a Cowboy and Sara

  Once Upon a Remembrance

  Soulmates Through Time

  Treasure So Rare

  Chapter One

  Christie Jenkins once again counted the bills in her pocket. Seventeen dollars. The gnawing hunger in her stomach attested to the fact that she hadn’t had a decent meal in two days.

  Shading her eyes against the bright sun, she let her duffel bag slide to the cracked pavement and stared at the royal blue sign at the beginning of a long, curved driveway.

  Winding Creek Farms

  Emerson, Kentucky

  The same address as her sister Judith’s letter.

  Christie stuffed the crumpled bills back in her pocket and looked up the curved driveway lined with dusky pink Dogwood trees. Various barns and sheds sat at the top of the drive where gently rolling hills and ribbons of white fence seemed to go on forever. Horses grazed lazily in fenced paddocks and a short distance from the barns stood a house, the midnight blue roof and cupolas lending it a fairytale look. Pure heaven. The sharp nag of pain in Christie’s gut cut such thoughts short. Given the events of this year, she was certain there was no heaven on earth.

  As she reached for her bag Christie suddenly noticed a movement in the tall grass beside the driveway. A child of about eight or nine, creeping on her hands and knees, pushed her way through the grass. Long blond ponytails fell across her pink shirt. When the child’s feet cleared the grass, Christie smiled to see that red cowgirl boots peeked beneath denim overalls.

  "Here, Albert." The child’s voice was coaxing. "Come on, now."

  That’s when Christie noticed the small gray kitten near the driveway’s edge. A sudden swipe of the little girl’s hand as she tried to grab the kitten sent the animal darting out onto the dirt driveway. With the unpredictability of cats, it just as quickly stopped in the middle of the driveway and hunched its back upward. Cautious again, the child slowly rose to her feet to follow the kitten.

  Christie heard a new sound and noticed a large hay truck pull away from one of the barns and start down the driveway. The child didn’t seem aware of the vehicle as she continued to coax the kitten toward her.

  "Hey!" Christie waved her arm at the child.

  The little girl stopped abruptly and looked toward Christie, her eyes wide with alarm.

  "Get out of there!" Christie called. The hay-laden truck sounded like it was slowing down, but it didn’t stop moving toward them. The little girl finally looked at the truck, staying almost frozen in the driveway. Afraid, Christie raced toward the little girl.

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  Garrett McIntyre heard his daughter’s scream and spun from the barn doorway. Hannah! He ran toward the driveway, fear a tight fist gripping his throat when the sound of grinding metal followed Hannah’s scream. The hay wagon that had just loaded up at the barn veered off the driveway. He saw a dark-haired woman pull Hannah into the grass. Garrett ran hard. The truck rolled past the woman and Hannah into the small gully beside the driveway. It rocked to a drunken stop.

  A trail of smoke. The little sports car tilted nose down into the ditch. The unending blare of the horn.

  When he reached Hannah, the woman had her arms around his little girl. Hannah’s eyes were closed, her skin stark white. Terror pulled his breath away and he dropped to his knees in the tall grass. He couldn’t pass out.

  Garrett met the woman’s dark eyes, reflecting the terror he was sure was in his own. His gaze jerked immediately to his child, then the truck sitting at an angle behind them.

  The knot in his throat restricted his voice, but he tried again, his first fear for his daughter. He touched her cheek, then the dark blond hair that was so much like his own. "Hannah, are you all right?"

  She gave a quick nod as a tremor shook her body.

  "She was suddenly in front of me, Boss!" Emmet blurted, dropping from the driver’s seat
to the ground. "I couldn’t stop. The brakes!" Emmet was barely out of his teens and right now his face was drained of all color. Droplets of sweat beaded his forehead as he rushed on, "This woman pulled Hannah out of the road -- God Almighty! I thought I was gonna hit ‘em both."

  "Sit down, Emmet." Garrett thought the young man looked ready to fall down.

  Emmett pushed his lank dark hair from his forehead and dropped to the grass. "Yeah. I feel sick." He put his head against his up-drawn knees.

  "Come here, Hannah."

  The dark haired woman removed her arms from around his daughter. Hannah leaned toward him, her deep blue eyes awash with tears. "I’m sorry, Daddy. I know I’m not supposed to be down here. I was trying to catch Albert. I didn’t want him lost."

  Garrett sucked in a deep draft of air. "Albert the cat? He’s long gone." The animal was nowhere in sight.

  "Oh! Albert is gone!" Hannah launched herself into Garrett’s arms and began crying loudly. Garrett quickly checked her legs and arms for injury, all too aware of how his hands shook.

  "You could have been hurt bad." His jaw hurt from holding it clenched. "Darn it, Hannah, I couldn’t take it if something happened to you, too."

  "I’m not hurt Daddy, but Albert’s gone forever!" Hannah wailed, tears now streaming down her face.

  Garrett felt the back of her head carefully, making himself stay calm for her benefit. No blood, no bumps. "Hannah, barn cats aren’t used to being carried around. Anyway, he takes better care of himself than you seem to be doing lately. Come on, we’ll go to the house and have Ruth check you and this young lady out." He stood and held his hand out to the woman who’d saved his daughter. "Thank you." Quickly, he added, "Are you all right?"

  She nodded, taking the hand he held out, letting him help her to her feet. She pushed the hair back from her forehead. "I’m okay. At least nothing hurts."

  Taking stock, he noted she wasn’t very big, maybe five feet six inches, well under his six-one height. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and had a slim, athletic build. He knew most of the people in Emerson, so she wasn’t a local. Deep brown eyes framed by dark lashes watched him warily, and he muttered a curse when he suddenly noticed a slight purplish bruising over her eye.

  "You’ve hurt yourself." Concern made him gently touch the slight swelling about the size of a quarter. She gently moved his hand and explored the bruise with her own fingers.

  "It’s nothing." She dismissed the injury with a lift of one shoulder as she stared at Hannah. "I don’t think your little girl got hurt, a bit shaken maybe. I’d definitely have her checked out."

  "I intend to," he said. "It’s inadequate as hell but I’m sorry you’re hurt but darn happy you were on the spot." How had this happened? Garrett hated the unaccustomed moment of helplessness. She was a stranger on his property and she’d been hurt because of Hannah. For a brief moment he thought of the ramifications of a lawsuit.

  "I didn’t see Hannah until the last minute," Emmet muttered, still sitting on the grass. He lifted his head. "I’m sorry Miss, for the scare you had."

  "It appears no one’s hurt seriously. Thank God," the woman said. Looking into Hannah’s red, tear-streaked face, she asked gently, "Are you okay, honey?"

  "I had my cat and now he’s gone," the child muttered. "You scared him away."

  Garrett sighed with impatience. "Hannah, I can’t believe you were down here by the road." He kept a tight rein on the worry riding him. "This woman very likely saved your life. Don’t you think you should say something to her?"

  Hannah jutted her lower lip and hunched a shoulder. "I was going to get out of the way by myself," she muttered sullenly, but not before Garrett had seen the flash of fear. "I wasn’t going to die!" Hannah pulled her hand from his and ran several feet up the driveway.

  "Hannah!"

  She stopped in her tracks but did not come back toward him. "Albert is gone." Her voice rose in pitch. "I’ll never see him again!" She pointed her finger at the woman. "It’s her fault!" Hannah turned away, ponytails flying out behind her. Garrett resisted ordering her back, knowing it would make the growing rift between them worse. But dammit, he couldn’t let her ride roughshod over him, either.

  "Wait for me in your room!" he barked. Hannah hunched her shoulders and continued toward the house at a fast walk. Garrett closed his eyes and muttered, "Sometimes I wonder what the hell I know about raising a child."

  Shaking his head, he looked over at the woman. "Sorry," he said ruefully. It wasn’t this woman’s fault she’d witnessed his apparent lack of control over a sixty-pound, eight-year old, but he hated like hell that she’d seen it anyway. "I’m Garrett McIntyre." He held his hand out again.

  "Christie Jenkins." She took his hand in a firm shake, then released it and brushed at her jeans.

  "My housekeeper is a retired emergency room nurse. I'd feel better if she took a look at that bruise before you leave."

  Frowning, the woman -- Christie -- suddenly looked around. "My bag! Where’s my duffel bag?"

  Garrett spotted it in the ditch, partly under the front wheel of the truck. His guts churned thinking of his daughter or this young woman in that ditch instead of the bag. "It’s right here."

  Her apparent distress surprised him a bit. Warily, he said, "It looks okay. You’re not going to cry, are you?" Hannah’s mother had been a woman who lived solely on emotion. Life had been a constant in emotional highs and lows.

  Christie sighed. "Of course not. I was surprised to see it under the wheel. Hopefully, nothing is crushed."

  She pulled at the heavy canvas. Garrett gently urged her aside. "Let me get it."

  Garrett signaled to Emmet to get on the opposite side of the front bumper. "If we rock this you can probably pull the bag free."

  It only took a few rocks of the truck back and forth before the bag came free. Christie lifted the bag and loosened the drawstring to look inside. She didn't say anything but he saw her shoulders relax.

  "That bag must be mighty important."

  "It is, but no harm’s been done." She lifted her head, giving him a half smile. "Thank you."

  "Yeah." He turned his attention to his hired hand and the hay wagon. "Emmet, see if you can find Sam. Have him bring the tractor with the winch and pull this thing out. I’ll call my mechanic."

  "Sure, boss." Emmet scuffed his boots in the dirt, his face working. Finally, he said, "The brakes were a little spongy. I should have told you." Emmet swallowed. "Do you want me outta here?"

  Garrett looked at the young man’s closed expression and realized Emmet expected to be fired. "I realize you’ve only been here a month, but I need any problems brought to my attention right away."

  The woman stepped closer.

  "This wasn’t anyone’s fault," she said quickly.

  Pushing his hat back, Garrett studied her worried expression. Mildly, he said, "I don't plan to fire Emmet."

  He looked at Emmet. "Take care of the truck. The hay will have to be unloaded if they need to work on it. I’ll talk to the mechanic and let you know."

  Emmet tipped his hat, appearing relieved. "Okay, boss." He looked at the woman. "I’m glad you weren’t hurt, Ma’am." He left, walking up the drive toward the house and barns.

  Garrett turned back to Christie, took in her dark, dusty jeans and what looked like once-white sneakers. Her blue T-shirt had pulled out of her jeans, exposing a small section of pale skin. She couldn’t weigh more than one-thirty, soaking wet. He rubbed his forehead with the back of his wrist. "It's been a heck of a day so far." He looked away from her, toward the house and shook his head. "My daughter . . .."

  "I'd be worried too," she said. "No one needs that kind of trouble, a child getting hurt."

  Garrett allowed himself a rueful smile. "If Hannah’s involved, there's always something going on."

  Just then his yellow Labrador dog came streaking down the driveway, tail wagging furiously as she moved in eagerly against their legs. In her enthusiasm, she knocked against the woma
n. Quickly, Garrett said, "Bo Peep, that’s enough!" The dog backed up and sat down, then watched him with her head cocked to one side.

  Christie knelt down and began to make a fuss of the dog. "Your dog’s name is Bo Peep?" she asked, a hint of humor curving full lips as she looked up at him.

  "My daughter’s idea. So Christie, tell me, what are you doing out here in the middle of pretty much nowhere?"

  Her smile disappeared and she came to her feet once more. "I, uh, was on the road when I saw your daughter in trouble. Actually, I’m looking for Judith Kelly. The last address I have for her is this place."

  The hair on the back of Garrett’s neck stood up and a band tightened around his chest. "Why?"

  "Do you know her?"

  Know her? Garrett stared at Christie, searching for God knew what. He saw only honest inquiry on her face. "Why do you ask?" he said instead, knowing there was an edge to his voice.

  "She’s my sister. I need to find her."

  "Christ." Garrett took a deep breath, then another. He cleared his head. "Judith had no family."

  Now Christie’s eyes widened. "She left home a long time ago, but she had family."

  "Can you prove that?"

  "I-I can’t. At least, not at this moment. I had a letter from her."

  "Let me see the letter."

  "I don’t have it on me."

  Beginning to feel annoyed, Garrett half turned away. "I need my housekeeper to look at your head and then I'll call you a taxi." Christie hurried behind him as he walked up the drive to the house.

  "Listen, just tell her Christie’s here," she said urgently. "It's been a long time but I know she’ll see me."

  "You can’t see her."

  She grabbed his arm. "I’ve come a long way."

  Garrett stopped, fighting the dull numbness inside his chest. He faced her squarely. "My wife -- Judith, died almost two years ago."

  Garrett quickly reached for her arm as she swayed.

  "Judith was your wife?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

  "If you’re really Judith’s sister, I’m a real jerk for telling you like that -- how come she never mentioned you?"