Chapters (241)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- sixty-one
- epilogue
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
- Prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- epilogue
- Sean Donovan
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Visalia and Santa Rosa Families—1876
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
- prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- epilogue
- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Seeing how badly he needed time to adjust to his fathers presence, Charlie wasted no time in getting Sean out the door and home. As soon as they were within the walls of their own home, Charlie told Sean she was going to bed.
Im tired, and I suspect you need some time to think. Charlie turned toward the hallway and then hesitated. If you need to talk, Sean, just knock on my door.
Thanks, Charlotte.
Sean waited until she had gone into her room before moving toward his own. He did need some time, she had been right about that, but what was he to do with that time? Did he pray and ask God to erase all the years of hurt and confusion, or did he walk straight back to Sadies and confront the father he believed had deserted him and his sisters when they needed him most?
Sean opted for prayer. Not so that he could forget all the hurt, but so that he could put aside the anger and bitterness that still rode him. If he didnt, he was sure to have even more regrets after what was certain to be a brief time with his father.
Why didnt you come back? Didnt you realize how much we needed you? I was so angry with you, I think I must have hated you. I cant believe you could put the work at the mission ahead of your family . . .
Seans thoughts gave him little rest through the night. But the anger in his heart was abating, and Sean was pleased because he didnt want to face his father with angry words. The questions that came to his mind again and again, however, had to be answered.
One look at Seans face the following morning, and Charlie knew just how bad his night had been; hers hadnt been much better. As soon as she had shut her door, she wished she had asked Sean to move into her bedroom. They needed each other, for love and companionship. It was impossible to say when the time would be right again. The thought saddened her.
The conversation over breakfast was subdued, and both husband and wife were glad to get into the livery to start their daily tasks. Sean was in the midst of shoeing one of their own horses when his father appeared.
Seans back was to the stall opening, and Charlie, not wanting to break his concentration, did not alert him of his fathers presence.
Patrick watched in fascination as his son worked. Katie had written about the fine blacksmith Sean had been when he was 16 and 17, but as Patrick watched Seans capable hands, he realized that her letters didnt do him justice. Patrick also took note of Charlie, who assisted her husband with quiet efficiency. They made an ideal partnership.