Spying for the Union army has taken a heavy toll on Gabriel Laniere. Though his cause is noble, the constant deception required has eaten away at his soul. And never can Gabriel risk getting close to anyone—not even God. Yet Camilla Beaumont, daughter of the Confederacy, just might be the exception. Courageously, unbeknownst to family and friends, Camilla works for the Underground Railroad. This dangerous secret rivals Gabriel's own. Perhaps Camilla could understand the sacrifices he has made in the name of duty. And the unlikely partnership they forge could be the key Gabriel seeks to a soul-shaking truth larger than any conflict—love.
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Camilla Beaumont cautiously opened her bedroom window and leaned out. It was one of those inky Mobile nights when warm April air met earth still cool from winter, brewing up a fog as thick as gumbo. A night when the Union blockade crouched like a sullen watchdog far out in the bay and Confederate soldiers camped under abandoned cotton shelters at Camp Beulah just outside town. A night when any civilian with a grain of sense was tucked up asleep under the breeze of an open window.
She paused with one leg out the window and took a deep breath. With practiced ease she grabbed the knotty old wisteria vine that twined around the lattice and began the climb down.
It was amazing she hadn't been caught and sent to the prison on Ship Island. In the early days her forays had been executed with haste and blind luck. Lately, however, every move and communication were plotted with exquisite care, orchestrated by an anonymous sponsor. Camilla longed to meet him, one day when the war was over, the Yankees went home, and the Southern conscience woke up to the truth that slavery was wrong.
As she scooted into an alley behind the Battle House Hotel, a baby's cry from an open upstairs window stopped her in her tracks. She prayed there wouldn't be a baby tonight. Babies made her task twice as difficult and dangerous.
Shuddering, she continued down empty residential streets, slipping from behind one tree to the next— huge old oaks dripping with Spanish moss that tickled her face, magnolias just beginning to bud, and scratchy, richly scented cedars. She sneezed, then looked around, stricken with fear, breathing in and out. The fog was so dense she could barely see her hand in front of her face. When all remained quiet, she continued, knees trembling.
At the waterfront, noise and light from inside the buildings spilled out into the fog. She paused outside the Soldiers' Library to watch the approach of two gray-uniformed soldiers. They seemed more intent on observing the ribaldry inside the gambling saloons and oyster bars than enforcing the 9:00 p.m. slave curfew.
Slouching into a bowlegged, droop-shouldered posture, she lurched out into the road. An inebriated vagrant wandering the downtown streets in the wee hours of the morning was a common enough sight. As long as he was white.
She hesitated at the corner of Water and Theater streets, peering blindly into the mist, and nearly jumped out of her skin when cold fingers tapped her cheek. She stifled a shriek with one hand.
"Now, now, Missy, I thought you wasn't comin'." The whining whisper was so close to her ear that she could smell the speaker's fishy breath.
"Shh! Virgil, you nearly scared the life out of me. Come here before somebody sees us." She grabbed a skinny arm and towed him deeper into the shadows.
Any passerby who chanced to see them would have found little to tell them apart. Much the same height, they wore the same disreputable costume—dark stocking cap, patched pea jacket, canvas pants of an indeterminate color and hobnailed boots.
"Where's the bag?" Camilla turned Virgil around and yanked off the burlap sack slung across his back, then placed her hands firmly on either side of his vacant face. "You forget you saw me tonight, you hear?"
Virgil nodded with childish pleasure. "I ain't seen you, Missy."
"Good." Camilla reached into her pocket for a coin and a slightly fuzzy toffee. "Get yourself something to eat, and I'll sell your papers for you."
"Yes'm, Missy." He popped the toffee into his mouth. "You'll bring my bag back when you're through?"
"Haven't I always?"
"Yes'm, shore have." Virgil grinned, then shuffled away into the fog without a backward glance.
Camilla watched him go with a mixture of pity and gratitude. Since no one considered him capable of putting two thoughts together on his own, Crazy Virgil the Birdman could come and go as he pleased. When she assumed his identity, she was virtually invisible.
Disguise complete, she stepped into the street and continued northward to where the Mobile and Tensaw rivers dumped into Mobile Bay.
Camilla could remember when the quay of Mobile was lined with stately hulls and a forest of masts. After General Bragg forbade cotton to be shipped to the port lest the Yankees succumb to the temptation to attack, the steamers made increasingly rare appearances downriver. The docks looked embarrassingly naked these days.
But there should be at least one riverboat tied in. Camilla strained to see through the fog. There she was. The Magnolia Princess, flambeaux peering through the mist, bumped gently against the pier like a cat nudging her mistress's skirts.
As Camilla approached, a burst of laughter reached her ears, faded, swelled again. The Magnolia Princess, one of the few pleasure boats remaining in these grim days, carried a troupe of actors and singers and dancers, as well as floating card games run by professional gamblers.
Ready to hawk her newspapers should she be noticed, Camilla stole across the boat's gangway, darted across the lower deck and found the ladder down into the hold.
Wooden beams creaked all around her as she descended, and the smell of oil and burning pine from the stoke hole was suffocating. Sticky turpentine oozed from the frame of the boat and clung to her clothes and hands as she felt her way down the rickety ladder. She was nearly at the bottom when she felt strong hands clasp her around the waist and lift her down.
"Horace," she breathed in relief.
"Me and the boy both here, Miss Milla, but we got to hurry. The train, she leaving in less than two hours."
Camilla took a deep breath. "There'll be four this time."
She dropped the bulky bag full of newspapers, then with the two men began to examine the barrels crowded into the narrow space. At length Horace kicked one in disgust. "Porter say he mark ours with a X, but it's so dark down here I can't see a thing."
Camilla wiped her sweaty face on her coat sleeve. It would be deadly to send the wrong barrels north on the train. She hesitated, then whispered, "I know you're not supposed to make a sound, but we're running out of time, so I want you to make some little noise so we'll know where you are."
There was a moment of thick quiet. All she heard was the creaking of the boat and the slosh of water against her pontoons. Then, barely audible, came a scratching sound from the barrel upon which Camilla sat. Grinning at Willie, she hopped down. When they'd found the three others, she assisted the men in hoisting them one at a time up the ladder.
Porter, their accomplice on the boat, had done his job—keeping the crew away from this end of the deck. The thick fog aided them, as well. They spoke not a word as they worked, and Camilla flinched every time one of the barrels bumped against the ladder going up. But no sound came from within any of the barrels— until they were loading the last one onto the wagon. Losing her grip, Camilla gave a dismayed little squeak.
Just in time to keep it from bursting open on the ground, Willie grabbed her end of the barrel.
As a muffled wail came from inside the barrel, Camilla flung her arms around it. "Shh, it's all right," she whispered through the knothole near the top. "I know you're scared, but hold on. We're almost away."
Horace patted her shoulder and jerked his head toward the rail station a quarter mile or so up the quay.
Taking a shuddering breath, Camilla nodded. "All right. Let's go."
The wagon lurched into motion.
As they rattled along the waterfront, Camilla strained to see through the twining fog. The military watch was spread thin. Maybe they'd escaped.
"Hey, you there!" A hoarse voice penetrated the darkness. "Stop where you are!"
Camilla clutched the side of the wagon as Horace drew the horses to a halt. Boots crunched on damp shells as a gray-clad watchman appeared out of the fog. She and Horace and Willie waited, letting the picket make the first move. Camilla kept her head down and pulled her cap over her face.
The soldier leaned against the wagon. "What you darkies doing out here?" He reached out and whacked Camilla on the head with a gloved hand. "What's in them barrels, boy?"
She cowered. "Nothing, sir."
Horace drew the sentry's attention. "We's just coming back from market, sir. Mistress need supplies for baking."
"In the middle of the night? I don't think so." The man laughed and walked around the wagon to plant the barrel of his musket in Horace's ear. "You all holding a voodoo ritual?"
Close to vomiting from terror, Camilla felt for her newspaper bag. "Please, sir, we been delivering—" The bag was gone. She must have left it on the boat. Think, think, think. She struggled to her feet, and her toe struck one of the barrels already in the wagon before they loaded the otherfour. "Oh, please, sir, don'tlook in them barrels!"
"What you got there?" the man demanded. "Moonshine?"
Horace again drew fire away from Camilla. "That against the law, sir."
The soldier turned. "It sure is, you black rascal! But I might forget I saw you out after curfew if you let me have it."
"Sir, Colonel Abernathy get upset if we let this load go. But we might could find you some more in a couple of days."
"Colonel Abernathy, huh? Why didn't you say so?" The man shouldered his gun and stepped back. "I'm on duty ever' blasted night this week. You best deliver my load within two days, or I'll have to remember I found two darkies and an idiot running around in the middle of the night. You hear me?"
"Yes, sir," chorused Horace and Willie. Camilla was too relieved to speak. The wagon started up, pitching her on her rear, where she sat hugging the closest barrel and shaking like a blancmange.
Virgil was going to be in serious trouble if she didn't find his bag.
In the quiet darkness Gabriel Laniere—trained physician, thespian and horse wrangler who presently found himself masquerading as a minister—leaned on the rail of the aft main deck of the Magnolia Princess. It was the only pleasure boat docked among the shrimpers, oyster boats and merchant vessels in the quay of Mobile Bay. He'd waited out the...
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Civil War Romance, adventure, spies and all,
By Jane Squires "Sarahmom" (Gainesville, Mo) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Redeeming Gabriel (Steeple Hill Love Inspired Historical #20) (Mass Market Paperback)
If you like to read about the Civil War but want to read about how it affected people themselves, this is a very good book for you. You feel like you are walking through this book with Gabriel and Camilla. You understand so much more about how people would have felt during that era of history with family members fighting against other family members. The underground railroad and issues over slavery are shown from how it affected the people. You read about spies, building of a sub, war, and love. All through this book I felt like I was walking right along side the people. There is faith everywhere you look in the book too. Yet in the end you will find surprises about who is giving orders to Union spies. When the book came to the close, I wanted it to just keep on going.
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adventure,
By myrtille (athens, gr) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Redeeming Gabriel (Steeple Hill Love Inspired Historical #20) (Mass Market Paperback)
the adventure was prominent in this christian romance, and the plot demands the reader's whole attention in order to follow it. there is the romantic element of course and the christian theme.
i found this book to be extremely well-written and well-researched. i learned a lot.
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This was a good read. It shows about a young woman, Camilla and her determination to make a positive difference in war-time. What was unique about her was that she did not allow the popular opinions at the time to influence her decisions but went with the guidane of the Holy Spirit guidance and her heart. What I liked about the hero was his willingness to support and protect her even though he did not agree with her decisions at times. What would have made it perfect for me though was that I thought Camilla should have recognised that Gabriel loved her and could have been a bit more "feminine" about accepting his love. The actual romance could have been a bit more romantic.
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