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Chapters (59)
  1. COVER
  2. ROSEMARY ROGERS
  3. DEDICATION
  4. THE BEGINNING
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. NEW ORLEANS
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. MEXICO
  19. 13
  20. 14
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. LA CORTESANA
  29. 22
  30. 23
  31. 24
  32. 25
  33. 26
  34. 27
  35. 28
  36. 29
  37. 30
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. 36
  44. 37
  45. 38
  46. THE JOURNEY
  47. 39
  48. 40
  49. 41
  50. THE DESTINATION
  51. 42
  52. TURNING POINTS
  53. 43
  54. 44
  55. 45
  56. 46
  57. THE PROMISE
  58. Epilogue
  59. COPYRIGHT

The trek to El Paso del Norte was arduous, long enough that he had time to think, to reflect on Ginny and their past. Their future.

He had done all he could do about Brandon and the mines. There was nothing else to do now except wait and see what Díaz did with the country, to give the new president a chance to bring Mexico to prosperity and her people to peace.

Railroads would come, fortunes would be made, and there would always be men like Shanghai Pierce, Jay Gould and Senator Brandon who would profit from the sweat of others. Steve couldn’t change that. He could only do his best to see that his own family was safe.

Maybe it was time he refused Bishop’s efforts to draw him into more intrigue and focused on ranching and the pursuit of his own business ventures. He had done enough for both governments.

Now it was time to do his best for Ginny. For himself. And for their children.

When they got this silver to El Paso del Norte, he would wire her to meet him. It was time they told each other everything. It was time for complete honesty.

THE DESTINATION

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Vera Cruz was humid, the heat pressing down like a damp blanket. In spite of the overpowering heat and occasional tropical thunderstorm that cooled the air only briefly, Ginny preferred to sit outside the posada, on the small patio that overlooked red roofs and narrow, dirty streets.

It seemed that she had done this far too often before—waited for a ship that would take her away—but she couldn’t escape her aching heart, the memories and a pervasive sense of despondency. She should have gone back to Brownsville, or even Galveston, anywhere but here, where there were so many memories.

She had gone back to Zacatecas with Renaldo and Missie, traveling safely with their escort. A week spent at Don Francisco’s hacienda had not made it easier to leave, but she had at last informed Don Francisco of her intentions.

“I’ve been away from my children too long. When Steve wants me, he knows where I will be.”

Would he want her? She’d hoped all was resolved between them, their growing intimacy in the valley an achingly tender confirmation of their love.

But the doubt, the uncertainty had returned, swooping down like a vulture to tear at her confidence, threatening to destroy all hope. Faith in their future was no longer certain.

Steve was always going off, always restless and in search of excitement. He did jobs for Jim Bishop because he wanted to, not always for some noble ideal of democracy and freedom for the common man. Would he ever change? Would he ever want to make a stable home?