UNDER THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
Under the Northern Lights
TRACIE
PETERSON
BETHANY HOUSE PUBLISHERS
minneapolis, Minnesota
Under the Northern Lights
Copyright © 2006
Tracie Peterson
Cover design by Ann Gjeldum
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Paperback ISBN-13: 978-0-7642-2774-5 ISBN-10: 0-7642-2774-2
Hardcover ISBN-13: 978-0-7642-0219-3 ISBN-10: 0-7642-0219-7
Large Print ISBN-13: 978-0-7642-0220-9 ISBN-19: 0-7642-0220-0
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Peterson, Tracie.
Under the northern lights / Tracie Peterson.
p. cm. — (Alaskan quest ; 2)
ISBN 0-7642-0219-7 (alk. paper) — ISBN 0-7642-2774-2 (pbk.)
1. Kidnapping victims—Fiction. 2. Frontier and pioneer life—Fiction.
3. Alaska—Fiction. I. Title. II. Series: Peterson, Tracie. Alaskan quest ; 2.
PS3566.E7717U53 2006 813’.54—dc22 2006008822
To Merrill,
with love for your friendship.
You are a dynamic daughter of the King,
and I’m a better person for knowing you.
Books by Tracie Peterson
The Long-Awaited Child • A Slender Thread
What She Left for Me
I Can’t Do It All!**
ALASKAN QUEST
Summer of the Midnight Sun
Under the Northern Lights
BELLS OF LOWELL*
Daughter of the Loom • A Fragile Design
These Tangled Threads
LIGHTS OF LOWELL*
A Tapestry of Hope • A Love Woven True
The Pattern of Her Heart
DESERT ROSES
Shadows of the Canyon • Across the Years
Beneath a Harvest Sky
HEIRS OF MONTANA
Land of My Heart • The Coming Storm
To Dream Anew • The Hope Within
WESTWARD CHRONICLES
A Shelter of Hope • Hidden in a Whisper
A Veiled Reflection
RIBBONS OF STEEL†
Distant Dreams • A Promise for Tomorrow
RIBBONS WEST†
Westward the Dream • Ties That Bind
SHANNON SAGA ‡
City of Angels • Angels Flight
Angel of Mercy
YUKON QUEST
Treasures of the North • Ashes and Ice
Rivers of Gold
*with Judith Miller †with Judith Pella ‡with James Scott Bell
**with Allison Bottke and Dianne O'Brian
Contents
Chapter One: Last Chance Creek, Alaska
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
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter One
Last Chance Creek, Alaska
Home.’’
Leah Barringer Kincaid sighed the word as the settlement they called Last Chance Creek came into view. It felt as if she’d been gone a lifetime instead of just months. But even as the relief of familiarity settled over her, another thought shadowed her joy.
‘‘But it’s not really my home anymore,’’ she whispered as the dogsled drew ever closer to the village. She had just recently married, and though she and Jayce had talked about different possibilities of where they might make their home, nothing had been settled. Not completely.
This village—this house—was one she had shared for many years with her brother, Jacob. She could hardly expect that he would leave now, especially at this time of year. It wouldn’t be prudent or beneficial for any of them to set out on their own in the face of the Arctic winter. A million thoughts rushed through her mind. So much would change now. She and Jacob had often talked about what they would do when one or the other of them married. Leah had always figured the house would belong to Jacob and she would move off to her husband’s home, but where would that be? Jayce had spent time living all over Alaska. He spoke with fondness for Last Chance, but did he love it enough to remain?
‘‘Lay-Ya! Lay-Ya!’’ Ayoona’s voice beckoned to Leah. The squat old native woman waved and pushed her fur-lined parka back just a bit to reveal her brown face as she called to her son. ‘‘John! You look hungry. We got you supper.’’
Leah felt awash in emotions. Seeing Ayoona was like seeing her own grandmother. How she had missed her home. And to think, there was a time when I wanted to be anywhere but here. She remembered the restlessness as easily as she remembered her own name. The isolation of the Seward Peninsula was sometimes daunting. Winters were hard and long. Summers were fraught with dangers and endless sun.
John pulled the sled to a stop in front of his mother. ‘‘I need to see to the dogs, and then I’ll eat.’’
Leah climbed out of the basket and hugged the old woman. ‘‘I’ve missed you so much. It’s good to be home.’’ The woman smelled of seal oil and smoke, and the combination made Leah smile as she pulled away.
‘‘You got married,’’ Ayoona stated. ‘‘Your man is a good man?’’
‘‘Yes,’’ Leah said. ‘‘He is a good man. I love him very much.’’
‘‘And he loves you. I know.’’ Ayoona grinned, revealing several missing teeth against her weathered lips.
John interrupted their revelry. ‘‘I’m going to leave your things at the house,’’ he told Leah. ‘‘I can help you get them inside after I feed and water the dogs.’’
‘‘Don’t worry about it. I can get the boxes inside,’’ Leah answered, glancing toward the house. ‘‘I’ll be fine.’’
‘‘Your man can help,’’ Ayoona said matter-of-factly.
‘‘My man? Jayce is with Jacob. They’re tracking down Jayce’s brother Chase,’’ Leah explained to Ayoona. ‘‘That’s why John had to bring me home. Chase took Helaina Beecham at gunpoint. Remember her? She was the woman who helped Jacob last summer.’’
‘‘I remember her,’’ Ayoona said, nodding. ‘‘She didn’t
like it here. She strange—lived in your inne even when it was full of water.’’ Ayoona referred to the summer ritual when most of the Inupiats moved into tents as the permafrost melted and caused flooding in the subterranean houses. Ayoona shook her head. ‘‘She didn’t like our ways—our people.’’ The words were matter-of-fact, and there was no condemnation in the woman’s tone.
Leah smiled at the thought of Helaina Beecham up to her ankles in water. ‘‘I don’t think she understood the people here, Ayoona. I honestly don’t think it was a matter of like or dislike. She was probably terrified and uncomfortable with such a drastic way of life.’’
Ayoona nodded. ‘‘Not like you.’’
‘‘No, not like me.’’ Leah had always loved the people here, even if the place had grown wearisome.
John moved the dogs out. ‘‘I’ll see you at the house, Leah.’’
‘‘I’ll be right there.’’ She gave Ayoona another quick hug. ‘‘When I get things put away, I’ll come tell you all about my time in Seattle.’’
‘‘You bring your man too. We eat together.’’
Leah shook her head. ‘‘My husband isn’t here, Ayoona. Like I said, he’s trying to find his brother. The man is a killer and kidnapper.’’ ‘‘Your man is here.’’ Ayoona pushed her parka back even farther. Her expression revealed absolute assurance that her words were true.
‘‘Jayce . . . is here?’’ Hesitating, she shook her head. ‘‘He’s here? You’re sure?’’
‘‘He just got here. He came this morning,’’ Ayoona stated with a smile. ‘‘Needed more dogs. Better dogs. Said he was only staying for a few hours, then going.’’
Leah felt her heart skip a beat. Jayce was here. They would have a few moments alone, and he could tell her what they had discovered so far. ‘‘I have to go,’’ she told Ayoona. ‘‘I need to find him.’’
Ayoona grinned. ‘‘You won’t have to look for long.’’
Leah fairly ran the distance from Ayoona’s inne to her own home. The little structure of wood and sod had never looked more inviting. John had just finished offloading the crates from the sled. ‘‘I’ll see you for supper,’’ he told her.
‘‘Thank you for coming after me, John. Ayoona said that Jayce is here. He came for more dogs. Jacob probably wanted his own dogs, though why he sent Jayce instead of coming himself is beyond me. Anyway, we’ll be over in a bit.’’
‘‘Jayce!’’ she called as she opened the door and went down the few stairs. The houses in this part of the world were partly buried in the ground for insulation and protection against the wind. She and Jacob hadn’t buried theirs quite as deeply as the natives usually did their homes. Leah didn’t like the feeling of being in the ground. She had also gotten Jacob to build their house with a shorter entry tunnel than those of the natives. Tunnels gave her a feeling of being closed in—trapped. She shuddered as she opened the second door to their house.
‘‘Jayce! I’m home!’’
She looked into the store on her left. There was no one there. The kitchen would be the likely place. The wood stove kept the place nice and warm and required the least amount of work. ‘‘Jayce?’’ She pushed back the heavy fur that acted as a door.
And there he was. Her heart skipped a beat as he turned from the stove. ‘‘Jayce,’’ she sighed.
‘‘Welcome home . . . Leah.’’
It was only then that she realized it wasn’t Jayce at all.
It was Chase.
‘‘You are Leah—aren’t you?’’ he asked. His resemblance to Jayce was uncanny, but there was something about him that set him apart. Something raw and cruel. Something very, very evil. The skin on the back of her neck prickled, and Leah swallowed hard and leaned back against the doorframe. ‘‘What are you doing here?’’
‘‘Now, that’s no way to welcome your husband.’’ He grinned wickedly at her and took up the coffeepot.
‘‘You aren’t my husband.’’ She turned to leave. Surely she could outrun this man. She’d get John, and he could take Chase in hand.
‘‘I wouldn’t go, if I were you. Otherwise your husband and brother, not to mention your dear friend Mrs. Beecham, might all be killed. I’d really hate to do it, but I will.’’
Leah froze in her steps. She turned very slowly. ‘‘What are you talking about?’’ How could he possibly have Jayce and Jacob?
He poured himself a cup of coffee and gave a nonchalant shrug. ‘‘I suppose we could discuss that over something to eat.’’
‘‘Ayoona is expecting us. She thought you were Jayce.’’
‘‘Just as I hoped she would. I find that being an identical twin has its advantages. The heavy winter clothing doesn’t hurt either. It’s easy enough to hide a man’s face when needed. But since it wasn’t needed . . .’’ He let his words trail off.
Leah felt a shudder go through her. A million questions came to mind. ‘‘How did you even know about me—about this place?’’
‘‘Mrs. Beecham has been most helpful—without really meaning to be, of course. Not only that, but I’ve watched Jayce most of his life—or had him watched. Getting information on a man who is doing nothing to hide himself really isn’t that difficult. I have well-paid friends who always seem happy to share their knowledge for a price. As for this place, I’ve been here before.’’
‘‘How did you know about me—about Jayce and me being married?’’
He looked at her and laughed. ‘‘You really are quite naïve— aren’t you? You’ve certainly done nothing to hide your marriage. Besides, Mrs. Beecham told me about it—told me about Seattle and her clearing my brother through the use of fingerprints. She loves to talk, and I figure, why not let her? It’s not costing me a cent, and it’s valuable information.’’
Leah could have throttled Helaina. She had done nothing but cause trouble from the beginning. Now Chase was here, threatening everyone Leah loved, and there seemed to be nothing she could do but play along.
Leah felt a shudder go through her. ‘‘What have you done with my husband and brother?’’
Chase took a seat at the table. ‘‘They’re safe enough . . . for now.’’
Leah felt her anger overcome her fear of the man. ‘‘Where are they?’’
Chase took a long drink, then settled back against the seat. ‘‘Look, you must be a fairly smart woman. I doubt Jayce would marry a ninny. He always did have to have the best of everything. But be that as it may, being smart, you must know that I’m not about to divulge any secrets that might help you to betray me. All I will say for now is that they are safe. Safe for the time. What you do or don’t do will determine if they continue being safe.’’
Leah decided it couldn’t hurt to temporarily play his game. ‘‘What do you want?’’
‘‘I want dogs and provisions. Mrs. Beecham eats a lot, and we left town in a hurry—as you probably know—not exactly prepared for this sudden change of weather. I figured to get blankets and warmer clothes. You know, sometimes a person’s survival depends on little things.’’ He swept her body with his gaze.
Crossing her arms against her chest, Leah wished fervently she could wipe off the smug expression Chase wore. He clearly had the upper hand. If she told the village that he was Chase instead of Jayce, he would most likely be taken into custody . . . but not without a fight. But more important, she might never find Jayce and Jacob. Or even Helaina. Leah felt bad that she held very little concern for the woman, but with her brother’s and husband’s lives at stake, Helaina ran a distant third—especially considering all she had blabbed to Chase.
‘‘So how do we resolve this?’’ Leah finally asked.
‘‘You do what I say and no one will get hurt. We will pack a sled and head out in the morning. I figure a night of rest and . . . warmth will be to our advantage.’’ He dropped his voice low. ‘‘I’m very much the same man as my brother. So it would hardly be wrong for us to . . . well . . . enjoy each other’s company.’’
‘‘You’re nothing
like my husband. Jayce is a good man with a strong conscience to see right win over wrong. He loves God, and you clearly love only yourself,’’ Leah said, shaking her head. ‘‘I might help you get dogs and supplies, but I won’t betray my husband by allowing you any part of me.’’
‘‘And if I insist?’’
Leah’s knees threatened to buckle. She was shaking so hard she was certain Chase could see her tremble. With a false sense of bravado, she squared her shoulders. ‘‘Then I suppose we all die.’’
He studied her for a moment. ‘‘Keeping your marriage bed untainted means that much to you? What has Jayce done to deserve such loyalty?’’
Leah refused to back down. ‘‘He’s a trustworthy man, and he’s had my heart since I was nineteen. I love him very much, and I won’t betray him, even to save my own life.’’
‘‘But what about doing it to save his life?’’
It was then that Leah realized this was all a game to him. He was enjoying the play of emotions on her face—the frustration and fear in her voice. He seemed to feed off of it.
Leah could stand no more. ‘‘I have supplies to bring in and put away. The villagers believe you are my husband. For now I’ll let them believe that. But if you do anything to cause me grief, I’ll tell them all, and you’ll be imprisoned.’’
‘‘Not without a fight,’’ Chase said, laughing.
‘‘I think we both realize that,’’ Leah replied. ‘‘But you do not know these people like I do, and there you are at a grave disadvantage. You’d do well to remember that. Now I’m going to bring in the supplies—otherwise everyone here will know that something is wrong.’’
She hoped her words sounded believable. She certainly didn’t feel convincing. Walking back out of the house, Leah contemplated what she could do. The options seemed so few. She didn’t want to risk the lives of the people here, but she didn’t want to give Chase any advantage.
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