Blessing. Deborah Bedford

      

      Lady in Disguise

      Though the secret behind Uley Kirland’s cap and mining togs is unsuspected in 1880s Tin Cup, Colorado, she longs to shed the clothing of deception…especially when handsome stranger Aaron Brown awakens her heart. But while Uley dreams of being fitted for a wedding gown, the man she loves is being fitted for a hangman’s noose, and she’s the inadvertent cause of his troubles. The truth will set him free, and Uley will do whatever it takes to save Aaron’s life—even risk her own.

      Praise for Deborah Bedford

      “Blessing is a delightful historical romance

      from the pen of the talented Deborah Bedford. Come meet the colorful characters

      of Tin Cup, Colorado, and lose yourself

      in the sweet love story of Uley and Aaron.

      You’ll be glad you did.”

      —Bestselling author Robin Lee Hatcher

      “Deborah Bedford breathes the breath of life into her characters, giving them the power to

      walk right off the page into our hearts.”

      —Christy Award-winning author

      Hannah Alexander

      “You’ll LOVE Deborah Bedford’s Blessing! Wonderful writing, a unique cast of characters

      and a lively story altogether emphasize a

      deep truth: Man judges on outward appearance,

      but God searches the heart.”

      —Lyn Cote

      DEBORAH BEDFORD

      enjoyed a successful career as a mainstream novelist before heeding the call to set aside other priorities in her life and write books that would glorify God. She is now the author of several bestselling titles, including The Penny and Any Minute, which she co-wrote with Joyce Meyer, as well as His Other Wife, A Rose by the Door and Remember Me. Blessing is one of her favorite books because it is one of Bedford’s few historical novels, and is set in Tin Cup, Colorado, a secluded mountain town not far from where her grandparents spent their honeymoon in the late 1920s.

      Since working with Joyce Meyer, Bedford has traveled to several areas in Mexico, as well as several squatters’ camps near Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea, to participate in medical missions. She divides her time between her home in Jackson Hole and her position as a multi-trauma nurse in Colorado. She and her husband, Jack, have two children, Jeff and Avery.

      Blessing

      Deborah Bedford

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Lord, I have heard of your fame;

      I stand in awe of your deeds, O Lord.

      Renew them in our day, in our time make them known...

      The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights.

      —Habakkuk 3:2–19

      To my adventurous, beautiful daughter, Avery.

      Tin Cup is the place where I learned that I didn’t have to be in the mountains to be happy, but that wherever I went, the mountains could be inside me.

      And now look at you and what you are doing!

      You are going to touch young people’s lives in ways you’ve never imagined. I am awestruck by

      your spirit, and so proud of you. Mom

      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

       Dear Reader

       Questions for Discussion

       Excerpt

      Chapter One

      Gunnison County, Colorado—1882

      “I don’t want this town to be called Virginia City anymore!” Alex Parent hollered, banging his cup on the podium. “Every town this side of the Mississippi is called Virginia City. The confounded postal service is dropping off mail from back home everywhere else but here.”

      All 103 people in the audience agreed with him at the top of their lungs.

      “You’re right, Parent,” someone bellowed. “There’s a Virginia City in Nevada and another one in Alder Gulch, Montana, and another one...”

      “So...we aren’t Virginia City anymore,” Parent hollered at them as he pounded the podium. “Who are we gonna be? We’ve got to discuss this and make a motion and get it down in the town records right.”

      For a minute, nobody said anything.

      One hand rose in the crowd. The hand belonged to Uley, a youngster who’d come from Ohio four years before to work in the Gold Cup Mine.

      “Yep, Uley? What is it, son?”

      “I think,” Uley said, in a timid voice that, if anyone had thought about it, sounded a touch too high-pitched for a boy of his age, “we ought to select a name that tells people something about this place. Remember last month, when that fellow from New York got off the stage on Alpine Pass? While the driver stopped to change horses?”

      Of course everyone remembered. They’d been talking about it in town for weeks.

      “The fellow went to the spring to get a drink,” Uley said, telling the story over again, just in case somebody hadn’t heard it. “But he wouldn’t drink out of that rusty tin cup they keep up there. So, George Willis pulled out his Winchester and shot off