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      Praise for the novels of

       SUSAN WIGGS

      “Wiggs is one of our best observers of stories of the heart. Maybe that is because she knows how to capture emotion on virtually every page of every book.”

      —Salem Statesman-Journal

      “The Charm School draws readers in with delightful characters, engaging dialogue, humor, emotion and sizzling sensuality.”

      —Costa Mesa Sunday Times

      “Will appeal to fans across the board.”

      —Library Journal on The Charm School

      “[A] delightful romp…With its lively prose, well-developed conflict and passionate characters, this enjoyable, poignant tale is certain to enchant.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Halfway to Heaven

      “A bold, humorous and poignant romance that fulfills every woman’s dreams.”

      —Christina Dodd on Enchanted Afternoon

      “A rare treat.”

      —Amazon.com on The Firebrand, an Amazon.com Best of 2001 title

      “With this final installment of Wiggs’s Chicago Fire trilogy, she has created a quiet page-turner that will hold readers spellbound as the relationships, characters and story unfold. Fans of historical romances will naturally flock to this skillfully executed trilogy, and general women’s fiction readers should find this story enchanting as well.”

      —Publishers Weekly on The Firebrand

      “Wiggs’s uncomplicated stories are rich with life lessons, nod-along moments and characters with whom readers can easily relate. Delightful and wise, Wiggs’s latest shines.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Dockside

      “Empathetic protagonists, interesting secondary characters, well-written flashbacks, and delicious recipes add depth to this touching, complex romance.”

      —Library Journal on The Winter Lodge

      “With the ease of a master, Wiggs introduces complicated, flesh-and-blood characters into her idyllic but identifiable small-town setting, sets in motion a refreshingly honest romance, resolves old issues and even finds room for a little mystery.”

      —Publishers Weekly on The Winter Lodge (starred review)

      “Wiggs explores many aspects of grief, from guilt to anger to regret, imbuing her book with the classic would’ve/could’ve/ should’ve emotions, and presenting realistic and sympathetic characters…. Another excellent title [in] her already outstanding body of work.”

      —Booklist on Table for Five (starred review)

      “A human and multilayered story exploring duty to both country and family.”

      —Nora Roberts on The Ocean Between Us

The Horsemaster’s Daughter

      The Horsemaster’s Daughter

      Susan Wiggs

      For Reed Alexander Brown and Jamie Gatton

       Lifelong friends

       With love and gratitude

      And for Nicholas J. Klist

       My beloved father—

       I will always be “the engineer’s daughter”

      Contents

      Acknowledgments

      Part One

      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

      Part Two

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter Twenty-Four

      Part Three

      Chapter Twenty-Five

      Chapter Twenty-Six

      Chapter Twenty-Seven

      Chapter Twenty-Eight

      Part Four

      Chapter Twenty-Nine

      Chapter Thirty

      Part Five

      Chapter Thirty-One

      Epilogue

      Afterword

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      My thanks as always to the steadfast Joyce,

       Christina, Betty and Barb; to my wonderful editors

       Dianne Moggy, Amy Moore-Benson and

       Martha Keenan; and to the supercharged librarian

       Pat Mason, who leaves no stone (or sand dollar)

       unturned in the quest for story facts. Any mistakes

       are my own, but for the inclusion of such perfect

       details as mating ospreys and suicidal piping plovers,

       I am indebted to Pat.

      Part One

      The isle is full of noises,

       Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.

      —William Shakespeare,

       The Tempest, III, ii

      One

      Mockjack Bay, Virginia

       April 1854

      Hunter Calhoun started drinking early that day. Yet the sweet fire of the clear, sharp whiskey failed to bring on the oblivion he thirsted for. Lord above, he needed that blurred, blissful state. Needed to feel nothing for a while. Because what he felt was a lot worse than nothing.

      Gazing out a window at the sluggish, glass-still waters of the bay, he noticed that the buoy was sinking and a few more planks had rotted off the dock. The plantation had no proper harbor but a decent anchorage—not that it mattered now.

      “That poor Hunter Calhoun,” folks called him when they thought he was too drunk to notice. They always spoke of him with a mixture of pity and relief—pity, that the misfortune had happened to him, and relief, that it had not happened to them. In general, women thought it romantic and tragic that he’d lost his wife in such a spectacular fashion; the men were slightly disdainful and superior—they’d never let that sort of disaster befall their womenfolk.

      Calhoun glared down into his whiskey glass, willing the amber liquid to numb him before he talked himself out of what he knew he must do. He experienced a strange, whimsical fantasy: the whiskey was a pool he could dive