What Comes My Way

  Books by Tracie Peterson

  BROOKSTONE BRIDES

  When You Are Near

  Wherever You Go

  What Comes My Way

  GOLDEN GATE SECRETS

  In Places Hidden

  In Dreams Forgotten

  In Times Gone By

  HEART OF THE FRONTIER

  Treasured Grace

  Beloved Hope

  Cherished Mercy

  THE HEART OF ALASKA**

  In the Shadow of Denali

  Out of the Ashes

  Under the Midnight Sun

  SAPPHIRE BRIDES

  A Treasure Concealed

  A Beauty Refined

  A Love Transformed

  BRIDES OF SEATTLE

  Steadfast Heart

  Refining Fire

  Love Everlasting

  LONE STAR BRIDES

  A Sensible Arrangement

  A Moment in Time

  A Matter of Heart

  LAND OF SHINING WATER

  The Icecutter’s Daughter

  The Quarryman’s Bride

  The Miner’s Lady

  LAND OF THE LONE STAR

  Chasing the Sun

  Touching the Sky

  Taming the Wind

  BRIDAL VEIL ISLAND*

  To Have and To Hold

  To Love and Cherish

  To Honor and Trust

  STRIKING A MATCH

  Embers of Love

  Hearts Aglow

  Hope Rekindled

  All Things Hidden**

  Beyond the Silence**

  House of Secrets

  Serving Up Love***

  *with Judith Miller **with Kimberley Woodhouse

  ***with Karen Witemeyer, Regina Jennings, and Jen Turano

  For a complete list of Tracie’s books, visit her website www.traciepeterson.com

  © 2019 by Peterson Ink, Inc.

  Published by Bethany House Publishers

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  Bloomington, Minnesota 55438

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  Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan

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  Ebook edition created 2019

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.

  ISBN 978-1-4934-2044-5

  Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cover design by Jennifer Parker

  Cover photography by Mike Habermann Photography, LLC

  Contents

  Cover

  Half Title Page

  Books by Tracie Peterson

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Epigraph

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  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Back Ads

  Back Cover

  Come one, come all to the Brookstone Wild West Extravaganza—the only wild west show to give you all-female performers of extraordinary bravery and beauty! Women whose talent and proficiency will amaze and delight people of every age!

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  MARCH 1902

  LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

  “Robert! What in the world are you doing here?” Ella Fleming asked, stepping back from her hotel room door as she tightened the belt on her dressing gown.

  “Looking for you,” her brother replied. “I went to the train station and found the Brookstone cars, but they said you were all staying at this hotel.”

  Ella laughed and swept her arm toward the room. “Isn’t it wonderful? It was a surprise treat from Henry Adler. He has all sorts of meetings here in Los Angeles and wanted us to stay in comfort and style. Plus, I think he wanted to be able to hold meetings in his room. Please come in.”

  Stepping back, Ella waited for Robert to enter, but he hesitated. Turning to his left, he motioned to someone. Ella watched as a heavily veiled woman in black bombazine entered the room ahead of Robert. The woman was petite and clad in black from head to toe. She was obviously in deep mourning. Even her gloves were black.

  Ella tried to hide her shock, but as soon as Robert closed her suite door, he hurried to explain.

  “I know you’ll find this quite the surprise.” He reached out to pull back the woman’s veil.

  Ella’s eyes widened as her former maid’s face was revealed. “Mara?”

  The black woman nodded, her brown eyes wide. “It’s me, Miss Ella.”

  Ella embraced her friend. “I can hardly believe this. I’ve missed you so much.” She looked over Mara’s shoulder at Robert. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

  “It may be pleasure to you, but it’s been a grave matter for Mara. Sit down and I’ll explain.” Robert motioned toward the sitting area of Ella’s suite.

  She sat on the settee and waited for Mara to join her. “Tell me everything.”

  Robert pulled a cushioned wingback chair closer. “I’m not sure where to begin. Father approached me two weeks ago. He’s deeply troubled about something. Personally, I’ve heard rumors, and I think Jefferson Spiby is forcing Father to do things he doesn’t want to do. That’s why Mara is here.”

  Ella looked at her former maid and dear friend while Robert continued.

  “You see, Jefferson has been insisting that Father let Mara work for him. Mara has no desire to do so, but that hasn’t stopped Jefferson from pressing for it. Father came to me and told me he feels helpless to fight Jefferson. Apparently Jefferson holds something over our father, and he’s had to yield to Spiby’s will more and more. Now, I know this topic isn’t for the gentler sex, but you must know the truth of it. Jefferson wants Mara for his mistress.”

  A gasp escaped Ella’s lips. “He’s a monster. How can he even live with himself?”

  Mara looked at the carpet as if she bore some guilt in Jefferson’s shameful behavior.

  “Because he’s evil,” Robert declared. “The things I’ve heard about him are . . . well, I would never repeat them. Father asked me to figure out a way to keep Mara from his grasp, and this is what came to mind. Do you suppose Mara could go on tour with you—perhaps be your personal maid?”

  “Of course. I’m sure I can get the others to agree. I’ll talk to Lizzy right away. She’s coming to get me in an hour. We’re going to tea with some people who would like to photograph us for a book.”

  “I thought Miss Brookstone married and gave up performing,” Robert said, shaking his head. “What made her change her mind?”

  “She didn’t. I mean, well . . . it’s a long story. Lizzy did marry. She’s Mrs. Wesley DeShazer now. She’s not performing, but her uncle was quite ill last year, and she’s hoping to keep him in better shape. Lizzy’s mothe
r begged her to come on the tour for one more year and keep an eye on him. She and Wes both came as a favor to Rebecca Brookstone.”

  “I see. Do you think she’ll accept Mara’s being here?”

  “I have no reason to think she’ll refuse her. Lizzy is all too familiar with Jefferson’s cruelty and my own fear of him.”

  Jefferson, Ella’s former fiancé, had once appeared at the Brookstone ranch with her father to try to force Ella to return to their Kentucky home. And then there was the other matter. Ella had heard Jefferson confess to being responsible for the death of the Brookstone Extravaganza’s former wrangler August Reichert. His sister Mary, the show’s sharpshooter, was still trying to seek justice for her brother. Unfortunately, Jefferson was much too powerful, and the authorities in Kentucky refused to prosecute him.

  “Then, I’ll leave Mara in your care,” Robert said. “Her bags are downstairs. I’ll have a bellboy bring them up. It worked out well to bring Mara here, as I was planning to come anyway to deliver some horses. I’ll be in San Francisco in two days, and I understand the show will be there as well.”

  “Yes. We have three performances there. Saturday and Sunday evening and a matinee on Sunday.”

  Robert nodded. “Good. I’ll catch up with you there and make sure it was acceptable for Mara to stay on. For now, however, I have to hurry, or I’ll be late to my meeting.”

  He got up, and Ella and Mara rose as well.

  “Thank you, Mr. Robert, for savin’ me,” Mara said in a hushed voice.

  “It was my pleasure, Mara.” He turned to Ella and hugged her close. “I don’t know what all is going on, but as you mentioned, there is a terrible secret at Fleming Farm. A secret big enough to implicate the entire county and its officials. I intend to get to the bottom of it, and I believe Father holds many of the answers. Given his current state of mind and obvious distress, I think perhaps he’ll be more inclined to confide in me.”

  Ella pulled back. “I hope so, but I hope too that you won’t put yourself in any danger. Your family needs you, and so do I.”

  Robert smiled. “Never fear. I’ll be on the lookout for trouble.”

  And then he was gone as quickly as he’d come.

  Ella turned to Mara and shook her head. “I never expected to see you—not in a million years.”

  “I’s mighty glad to be here.”

  Ella smiled and gave the black woman another hug. “I’ve missed you so much. You’ve always been my dearest friend and confidante, and now I have you back. This life on the road is sometimes wearying, but I think you’ll enjoy seeing so many things and places. It’s amazing when you think of all the miles we cover.”

  “I’s just thankful to be safe. There wasn’t gonna be no safety for me back at the farm.”

  Ella frowned. “Why do you say that? Father surely would never have let Jefferson take you.”

  “Your father couldn’t stop that man. He had his way with me more times than I care to remember.”

  “What?” Ella knew her expression bore her disgust. “Jefferson . . . he forced himself on you?”

  Mara looked away and nodded. “I’s ashamed to say so, but it’s true.”

  “Did you tell my father?”

  “No. A black woman speakin’ out against a white man?” She shook her head. “Nobody in that county would be listenin’ to anything I had to say. ’Specially with Mr. Spiby involved.”

  “Oh, Mara, I’m so sorry.”

  Again, Ella hugged her friend. They had been in each other’s company since Mara’s mother had wet-nursed Ella as a baby. They’d grown up together, and even though Mara was older, she and Ella had been the best of friends. How it hurt to imagine her friend suffering at the hands of that evil man.

  Ella started at a knock on the suite door. She pushed Mara toward the bedroom. “Go. Hide.”

  Once Mara was out of sight, Ella went to the door. “Who is it?”

  “Bellman. I’ve brought the lady’s bags.”

  “Just a moment.”

  Ella went to get a dime from her purse and drew out her small pistol as well. She hid the gun in the folds of her skirt and went to open the door. A uniformed bellman stood on the other side with two small bags.

  “Set them just inside,” Ella instructed.

  He left the bags and quickly went to the exit. He turned at the door. “If you need anything else . . .”

  Ella extended the coin. “Thank you.”

  “No, that’s quite all right, ma’am. The gentleman already paid me.” He tipped his cap and disappeared down the hall.

  Ella closed and locked the door behind her. She let out a long breath and replaced her gun in her purse. “It’s all right. You can come out now.”

  Mara had completely shed the mourning hat and veil as well as the black gloves she’d worn. With everything she’d had on, no one could have known her skin was dark.

  “There’s plenty of room in this suite, although just one bed.” Ella chuckled. “It won’t be the first time we’ve shared a bed. I remember all those times when we were afraid of a storm, or a cold snap made us seek each other for warmth.”

  “Mama said she always knew where I’d be if I wasn’t in my cot,” Mara said, grinning.

  Ella had grown up with all the extravagance a wealthy Southern horse breeder could offer his daughter. As a child, Mara had been her constant companion, and she had continued working for the Flemings as an adult. Ella had no idea what she’d been paid, but hopefully she could make as much or more working for the Brookstones.

  “We need a plan,” Ella said, tapping her finger against her chin. “I’m going to ask Lizzy to give you a job. How much was Father paying you?”

  Mara looked confused. “Paying me?”

  “Money. How much money did you make working for my father?”

  “Room and board was my pay. Some clothes too.”

  Ella frowned. “You weren’t paid a wage?”

  The black woman shook her head. “We had regular duties and hours, and the pay was our keep.”

  “Well, that hardly seems fair, but I suppose if you had to pay rent and buy food, clothes, and other supplies, it would have all figured out the same.” She went to the dressing table and began to run a brush through her long blond hair. “I need to finish getting ready. When Lizzy shows up, I’ll explain everything to her and see about getting you a paying job.”

  Mara came to where Ella sat and took the brush from her hands. “Sure good to see you again, Miss Ella.”

  “Just Ella. Friends don’t call each other by titles.” Ella looked up and smiled. “I have missed you.”

  “Missed you too.”

  Mara dressed Ella’s hair as she had so often done over the years. When she finished pinning curls into place, Mara gave Ella the hand mirror. Ella cocked her head first one way and then another and nodded.

  “It’s perfect. Much better than I could have done for myself.” She got up and undid the buttons of the dressing gown. “I’ll just finish getting ready. Why don’t you relax in the sitting room? There’s some fresh fruit in a bowl if you’re hungry.”

  “Mr. Robert done fed me. Had them bring breakfast to my room so nobody could see me.” Mara’s voice took on a sort of awe. “I had me a right fine room too. Not near as beautiful as this here one, but pert near. Never seen nothin’ like it. White folks surely know how to live.”

  Ella nodded and stepped behind the dressing screen. “I’m glad Robert treated you well. I don’t understand what is going on at the farm, but I’m glad Robert is on our side.”

  “Me too. Folks ain’t doin’ so well, and there’s trouble brewin’,” Mara countered.

  Ella frowned and pulled on her powder blue skirt. She smoothed it down over her undergarments, then reached for her blouse. “We’ve known that something bad was going on there for a long time now. That’s why I left. I wasn’t about to be married off to Jefferson in some prearranged barter, sold off to the man who could do the family the most good. It’s ridicu
lous in the 1900s that a girl should even have to concern herself with such things.”

  She stepped out from behind the screen, still buttoning her blouse. “I could never bear the idea of slavery in any form. I remember your mama talking about the horrible days when slaves were whipped merely for daring to speak back to their masters.”

  Mara bit her lip. She looked for all the world as if she’d like to reply to Ella’s comment but couldn’t.

  Ella shook her head. “You know you can say whatever you like. I’ve never wanted there to be any secrets between us.”

  “There’s some things what’s not good to speak of. I think we be better off to just drop the matter.” Mara helped Ella tuck in her blouse and secure her skirt.

  “You don’t have to wait on me, Mara.”

  “I like helpin’ you. You’ve always been good to me.”

  “We’re friends, first and foremost. Do you understand?” Ella reached out to still Mara’s hands. “I don’t ever want you to think otherwise.”

  “I know that. But I got to earn my keep, and maybe Mr. Brookstone will be wantin’ me to be your maid.” Mara gave her a smile. “A job with you beats out a whole lot of other things I can think of.”

  “Well, I can understand that. I’ve had a few jobs these last months that I’d rather not have done.”

  She thought of the days when Jason Adler was helping run the show. As the son of Henry Adler, he felt it important to give his father as big of a profit as possible. Henry Adler’s investment was what had kept the show going, as Ella understood it. Still, when she was required to clean up after her own horse, Ella thought Jason had gone too far. Of course, he was gone now. Disappeared into thin air after trying to force Lizzy to run off with him.

  Ella sighed. “We can discuss all of this later. I just want you to remember that we’re friends. I’ll keep your secrets, just as you’ve kept mine. Feel free to talk about whatever is troubling you, whenever you like.” She went to where she’d hung her matching peplum jacket. The powder blue coat was trimmed in darker blue cording and silver buttons. It was one of her favorite outfits.

  “Well, as your friend, I want to help. What can I do?” Mara asked, looking around the room.

  “Very well. There’s a dark blue hat with light blue feathers in a hat box in the bathroom. Would you get it for me while I find my gloves? I thought I left them on the dressing table, but now they’re not there.”