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Harris Wimberly is widowed. It has been three years since the loss of Ruth, and the loneliness and the grieving remain. Now he is at an emotional crossroad. For him to remain solo will not bring his wife back. Nor would picking up his life and trying to move forward into new love bring her back. He would love to find love again. But even the thought of being with another woman feels like committing adultery. And he cannot bear to take on that guilt, all the while knowing that he would be innocent of any wrong against his departed wife. Still, somehow, down inside him, it feels wrong. Now new friends are encouraging him to consider learning to love again. Perhaps there is hope. But how would he go about meeting someone new? It is a different dating world from the time when he dated Ruth. Anna Forth is raising her thirteen-year-old son by herself. She is doing her best to balance motherhood and a medical practice. She has no time to find love again. It has been four years since the death of her husband. But that time has not eased the pain of loneliness she feels. Besides, her son needs a father figure in his life. Well meaning, but misguided friends are telling her that she would be acting selfishly to bring a man into her life now. It would be unfair to her son, they tell her. She should simply focus her energy on raising him. That all sounds right for her son is her priority. But yet... That path offers no cure for her loneliness. Besides, her son does need a father figure in his life. And even at thirteen, her son is keenly aware of his need. And his mum's need. Other books in the Legacy of Abigail series:Voyage of AbigailWhen Love Finds HannahAn Empty Quiet Place

In this, the first sequel to 'A Ship Called Abigail,' the story continues through the new found love of Josias and Ann, and their great adventure which they had not planned for. And which putting their lives at risk, they called on their faith to sustain them while they simply let the adventure run its course.(An excerpt from the book)------Ann Lancaster awoke in a fright. Something was wrong. She felt herself about to be tossed from the bed. Laying on her back, with her right hand, she punched Josias who was sleeping next to her. The tossing from the bed did not happen, but the fear of it remained.Shocked out of a deep sleep, he awoke and instantly sat up in bed. Then he almost fell over, and would have, had he not thrown out both hands against the mattress to steady himself.The ship was rolling. Rolling severely from side to side. Against the closed window panes behind them, the whistle of angry winds buffeted the glass. They were flying above the ocean through the midst of a storm. And it was no meek storm.The ship was swinging from side to side, and now a hard bump jolted it, and sent Ann's heart pounding with fear. "What's happening, Honey?" she asked, in a hoarse whisper."A storm," he answered, in the low whispery quality which was his voice. "It seems to be a big one."

No man would ever find Hannah beautiful enough to love her. After all, her sister who is much prettier than she, is was rejected and left at the alter by a man who left for another. Another whom he said was much more beautiful. If that happened to her sister, what hope is there for Hannah?But, she does not count on the stranger who comes out of the unknown west. A simple cook on a flying ship and who does not look like her people. She tends to him as his nurse while he is convulsing from a broken arm. And she finds something stirring within her which is new and strange. But surely, he can't love her. She's not pretty enough, she tells herself. He will leave and return to his people and his home. But he has different thoughts on the matter.(An excerpt from the book)-------"What will our house look like?" she asked as both of her hands were now buried deep in a bowl of newly mixed flour and water, mixing it into bread dough."I don't know for sure," he answered. "I know it will be pretty. Both on the inside and on the outside. Maybe it will be painted white. Or maybe not. I don't know.""Purple, maybe?" she asked. "I like the colour purple. What do you think, my Love?""No!" he exclaimed. He did not want to hurt her feelings, if her suggestion had been made in sincerity. "Do you think purple is a good colour for a house?" he asked, hoping her colour suggestion was but in jest."I don't know. I have never seen a purple house," she answered."Let's decide on the colour later," he suggested."It will be pretty," she mused. "Many rooms, perhaps?""Not too many. Many rooms means many to clean and to decorate.""But if we have many babies..." she said, the promise in her words."We have to start with one," he said. "How many do you want?""With you, many. Many babies." And then she laughed. "But we will start with one."He leaned across the table and kissed her. "I really do love you," he stated. "I am happy I married you.""And I too am happy you married me," she answered, kissing him again. "But now we must bake the bread. And I think we need more than bread for dinner today. Aye?"

Imagine you are a mother, and you just found out that your oldest daughter has just been injured in a serious accident. And the doctors tell you that she will never walk again, but will be paralyzed from the waist down. And the daughter sees her hopes of marriage, or any kind of meaningful life destroyed, and she says that she just wants to die.(An excerpt from the book)----------At six o'clock in the evening, the telephone in the parlour of Vandergriff home rang. It rang four times before Rachael could reach it. The voice on the other end of the line was one which she did not recognize."Mrs. Vandergriff. My name is Penelope. I'm a friend of Sarah's. Sarah has been injured in an accident. She's in the hospital in Wayfield. She is very bad. Pray. Pray very hard! And come as quickly as you can."And Rachael did pray. She prayed very hard. As she sat on the train next to her husband, as the steam pushed the engine up ahead, forward at a fast pace, she gripped tight to Martin's hand. And she prayed.And in other homes, friends joined in the prayer. Anna Wimberly in her home. And Ann Lancaster in her home. Rachael had called them prior to leaving for the railroad station. They too were joining in with Rachael's prayers.Martin sat silently next to her, but he too prayed. Why couldn't the engine move faster, he asked himself? Of course, the steam was being produced as fast as it could be produced. The pistons in the cylinders were pounding back and forth as fast as they could be pounding. The driver wheels were spinning as fast as they could spin.But it should be moving faster. It would be hours before they would reach Wayfield. Then the taxi ride from the railroad station to the hospital would take its own time. And would his daughter be alive once they arrived at the hospital?He gripped his wife's hand tighter. "It's okay, Mother. She's going to be fine. She will be fine. Aye, she will. I know it.""I'm so frightened," Rachael replied, her voice choking. "I'm so frightened.""Faith, Mother," he replied. "Remember, faith. God made promises. Remember what..." He struggled to find the next words to say. "God answers prayer, you know. Pray, Mother. Pray. God will answer.""I am, Dear," she answered. "You are a good man, Martin. A good man. I am so blessed." She squeezed his hand in return. "Do you really believe she will be okay?""Mother, I can only trust, or put my trust, my faith you know, in God." The words came awkwardly, but she knew what he meant.-------This is the concluding novel in the 'Legacy of Abigail' series. The previous three books in the series are:A Ship Called AbigailVoyage of AbigailWhen Love Finds HannahThe author hopes that you will read the entire series, and if you do, please share your recommendations to your fellow readers.