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  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Contents
  5. Whatever Tomorrow Brings
  6. Copyright Page
  7. Dedication
  8. The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
  9. one
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  11. three
  12. four
  13. five
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  29. twenty-one
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  32. twenty-four
  33. twenty-five
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  35. twenty-seven
  36. twenty-eight
  37. twenty-nine
  38. thirty
  39. thirty-one
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  41. thirty-three
  42. thirty-four
  43. thirty-five
  44. thirty-six
  45. thirty-seven
  46. thirty-eight
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  48. forty
  49. forty-one
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  65. fifty-seven
  66. fifty-eight
  67. fifty-nine
  68. sixty
  69. sixty-one
  70. epilogue
  71. Dedication
  72. The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
  73. Prologue
  74. one
  75. two
  76. three
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  104. thirty-one
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  107. thirty-four
  108. thirty-five
  109. thirty-six
  110. thirty-seven
  111. thirty-eight
  112. thirty-nine
  113. forty
  114. forty-one
  115. forty-two
  116. forty-three
  117. forty-four
  118. epilogue
  119. Sean Donovan
  120. Copyright Page
  121. Dedication
  122. Visalia and Santa Rosa Families—1876
  123. one
  124. two
  125. three
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  143. twenty-one
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  150. twenty-eight
  151. twenty-nine
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  153. thirty-one
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  155. thirty-three
  156. thirty-four
  157. thirty-five
  158. thirty-six
  159. thirty-seven
  160. thirty-eight
  161. thirty-nine
  162. forty
  163. forty-one
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  165. forty-three
  166. forty-four
  167. forty-five
  168. forty-six
  169. forty-seven
  170. forty-eight
  171. forty-nine
  172. fifty
  173. fifty-one
  174. Epilogue
  175. Dedication
  176. Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
  177. Dear Marcail
  178. prologue
  179. one
  180. two
  181. three
  182. four
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  205. twenty-seven
  206. twenty-eight
  207. twenty-nine
  208. thirty
  209. thirty-one
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  211. thirty-three
  212. thirty-four
  213. thirty-five
  214. thirty-six
  215. thirty-seven
  216. thirty-eight
  217. thirty-nine
  218. forty
  219. forty-one
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  222. forty-four
  223. forty-five
  224. forty-six
  225. forty-seven
  226. forty-eight
  227. forty-nine
  228. fifty
  229. fifty-one
  230. fifty-two
  231. fifty-three
  232. fifty-four
  233. fifty-five
  234. fifty-six
  235. fifty-seven
  236. fifty-eight
  237. fifty-nine
  238. sixty
  239. epilogue
  240. Books by Lori Wick
  241. About the Author

Sean glanced around at his new home and wondered in which stall he should bed down. It was early yet, but if he slept he might not notice how empty his stomach was. He stood for a moment, his hand on the tender area of his throat. His eyes slid shut as he once again felt the rope.

Thank you, Lord, Sean whispered, still staggered by the fact that he was alive. He felt down his own arms and then to his legs before the vision of himself hanging from a rope sprang into his mind. His palms became damp, and he shook his head to dispel the image before beginning to walk along the stalls, desperate for something to distract his mind.

The tack wall caught and held his interest. He was immediately impressed with the quality of halters, bridles, and saddles. He stood looking them over when his wifes suspicious voice made him snatch his cap off and turn to face her.

Is there some problem?

No maam. Sean noticed she was frowning as she had been when she exited the courthouse.

Then why didnt you follow me?

I assumed you wanted me to bunk out here.

Something in his voice, as well as the way he held his cap in both hands, tempered Charlies voice as she replied.

Your room is in the house. She watched him replace his cap and move carefully toward her. Her anger evaporated, and she suddenly felt a little sorry for him. After all, he was to have been executed today. But by the time Sean was close enough to see her face, shed carefully hidden this emotion.

Come on, she said and once again headed outside. Sean followed her this time and saw that she was leading him to a small house some 50 feet behind the livery.

Stepping through the front doorway Sean found himself in the kitchen, but he wasnt given any time to inspect his new home. This ways your room.

Charlie led him down a short hallway where Sean saw two doors. One door was straight in front of him and one was on the left side of the hall. Charlie opened the door on the left.

You can have this room. Oh! The bed isnt made. Ill get some sheets. Charlie darted out of the room, and Sean was left alone.

The room was not overly large, but it was more than sufficient. The bed was small, but it definitely outsized the cot in his jail cell, and for that he was thankful. Sean moved to the window. He pulled the curtains back and one of them tore. He knew a moment of panic and then noticed that they were very faded, almost transparent.

These are clean.

The curtain tore. Im sorry. Seans voice was humble.