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Sleigh Bells for Dry Creek (Love Inspired) Mass Market Paperback – October 18, 2011

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About the Author

Janet Tronstad grew up on her family’s farm in central Montana and now lives in Pasadena, California where she is always at work on her next book. She has written over thirty books, many of them set in the fictitious town of Dry Creek, Montana where the men spend the winters gathered around the potbellied stove in the hardware store and the women make jelly in the fall.

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Wade Stone stopped his pickup at the edge of Dry Creek, Montana, and peered through the icy windshield. The December sky was dark, as much from the storm clouds as from the slowness of the dawn. He turned his headlights off and could still clearly see the small town. A few weathered buildings with chipped paint and sagging porches lined each side of what passed for a street. Most people would travel through Dry Creek and forget all about it by the time they reached the state line. But not Wade.

Even though he had been gone for nine years, one look at this town reminded him of how much he missed it. He was weary of living out of motels and following the rodeo circuit. At twenty-six years old, he had yet to find a place that measured up to Dry Creek, and he was ready to settle down.

He glanced over at his mother, sitting so still in the passenger side of the seat. It didn't matter how he felt; he and his family were not welcome here. They couldn't expect to come back and pretend the past was wiped clean just because his mother had served her jail time. In a place like this, people took murder seriously. They wouldn't soon forget that she'd killed her husband.

By now, his mother must realize her desire to come back wasn't going to work. He should have said something earlier, but her request that he drive her to the cafe had caught him off guard. He'd only returned to the family ranch last night, and he hadn't thought through some of these things. But now that he had, he'd just turn his pickup around and leave before anyone knew they had even been here.

He was all set to do that when, out of the grayness of the dawn, a sudden flurry of hail came quick and hard. The tiny hailstones hit his windshield in a fast rhythm and, just when he became worried they'd actually do some damage, the storm stopped. Everything seemed strangely peaceful for a moment, and then a shaft of light came streaming right through the dark clouds.

Wade heard an indrawn breath and looked over at his mother again.

"That's God's message to me—that light in the darkness," she said, turning to him with relief shining on her face. "I was right to come back. It's a sign from Him."

Wade held his tongue. He didn't begrudge his mother the faith she'd found in prison. After all, he knew people did what they had to do to survive in those kinds of places. He'd done some foolish things himself after her trial ended and he left the family ranch. He was seventeen and thought himself a man, but he bought his first packet of spearmint chewing gum just because the smell reminded him of that kiss he'd stolen from Amy Mitchell down the street from here. Sweet, golden-haired Amy. He'd never forget her.

Just having the gum had given him comfort in those early days when he had been sleeping in his pickup and trying to find his place in the rodeo world. The smell made him dream of a better life, even if he knew he'd never live it. He supposed it was like that for his mother and her newfound faith.

"It's winter. There's nothing unusual about this kind of day," Wade finally pointed out, trying to keep his voice soft. He understood her hope. He still had a packet of that gum in his shirt pocket.

The glow dimmed on his mother's face. By now, covered by more gray clouds, the light was gone from the sky, too.

"You think I'm wrong? To come back here?" she asked.

"No, I just meant—" He scrambled to find words to explain his unease and then couldn't bring himself to speak them. He might not share her faith, but his mother had suffered enough. "It doesn't need to mean anything. That's all."

Strands of white hair ran through his mother's formerly all-black mane, and her nose had the slight hook inherited from her Cherokee grandfather. Wade didn't need to look any closer to see she was fragile. She might be only forty-five years old, but unless she smiled, she could pass for sixty. He wondered if she'd gotten her full hour of exercise each day when she'd been away.

She searched his eyes for a moment. "Is that why your brothers aren't here?"

"Did you send them letters, too?"

She nodded and then looked out the window. Her face softened as though she was dreaming. "You might think I'm foolish to be here, but once our ranch is back in shape, there will be room for all of you boys to come home and make a life for yourself."

After nine years of standing empty, the ranch house was in shambles. Wade had looked around with a flashlight last night when he'd arrived. At least one of the windows had been broken, and an animal of some kind had gotten inside. Dishes sat in pieces on the kitchen floor and chewed-up paper had been blown into the corners of the living room. He hadn't been able to see the fields in the dark, but he imagined they weren't any better. He hadn't come back because he felt he could change anything on the old place. He only wanted to do what he could to spare his mother any more pain and humiliation. He owed her that much.

"Don't worry about my brothers and me. We have lives." He didn't see the need to go into details. He wasn't sure that his mother knew about Jake's recent string of gambling losses in Las Vegas. And none of them had heard from Tyler in a couple of years, so Wade assumed his youngest brother was having a hard time, too. There hadn't been a place in Montana, so both of his brothers had gone to live in some kind of state institution for juveniles in North Dakota when their mother went to prison. Wade had been old enough to be given a choice about going with them, and he had refused. His emotions had been so raw back then that he wanted to put everything behind him, including his family.

He hadn't been able to, though. He'd thought of his brothers more than he had wanted, even if he hadn't known what to say to either of them when he'd called. He wondered if his brothers blamed him for not sticking with them, but he'd never asked. He felt bad enough about it on his own.

"The barn is tight against the weather. We can all stay there if needed until the house is ready," his mother continued, as if it was a plan she'd worked out in her mind some time ago—and he guessed she probably had. She had been sleeping in the tack room off the barn for the few days she'd been back, and he figured that was mostly because the roof was good and there was an electrical outlet. She could plug in a lamp to read that Bible she carried everywhere with her.

Wade had unrolled his sleeping bag in one of the old stalls last night. He didn't need a light to read anything—religious or not—but he had lain there until midnight, watching the moonlight shine through the frost on the side window and wishing he could wipe away the past with a big, black book like his mother seemed to be doing.

He finally dozed off and managed to sleep for several hours before a spasm in his leg woke him. It was almost dawn and bitter cold, even inside the barn. When he stood, the cramp went away, but his leg was stiffer than usual. The rodeo doctor had said Wade would limp for a long time after his last fall, and it seemed that he was right.

"We'll talk about all of this later," Wade said now, keeping his voice gentle. His mother had her own wounds from the past, and he didn't want her to worry about any of his. "Let me take you home so you can rest."

"It won't get any easier." His mother pressed her lips into a severe line as her fingers gripped the edge of the metal bowl she held in her lap. "Besides, I've come to buy eggs. The cafe will surely sell me some."

He noticed with a start that she still had her gold wedding band on her finger.

"I told you I don't need breakfast." He wondered if her knuckles were swollen, and that's why she hadn't taken the ring off. The round band had been cheap thirty years ago, and it had worn so thin since then that a wire cutter could slice through it like it was butter.

Just then, his mother's chin lifted, and he saw a glimpse of the woman she used to be. "It's your first morning back, and I intend to make you a sausage-and-egg scramble, like I did when you were a boy. We need to start living a normal life sometime."

He studied his mother for a long minute before suddenly realizing she probably hadn't even tried to remove that ring. She was stuck in the past. She didn't understand how things had changed.

"Come to Idaho with me," Wade urged suddenly. He'd competed in a rodeo there a couple of years ago, and he liked the state. It wasn't Dry Creek, but it had open spaces, and it would do fine. "I'll build us a nice, big house. One of those with a wraparound deck and maybe a sunroom just for you. Whatever you want. You like the sun."

She shook her head and smiled slightly. "Have I told you how proud I am of you? But you need to save your rodeo winnings for your own future. I have a home that suits me fine."

Wade knew better than to press her. No one in his family talked about their emotions with any ease, especially not with each other. "At least let me pay someone to help get the house in shape. I'll have my hands full with fixing the barn and corrals before I need to leave."

He'd started driving to Montana the day after he got her letter, but he didn't plan on staying so long that he missed the National Finals Rodeo next month. If he stopped riding for too long, he'd never get back on a horse again. That tumble he'd taken eight months ago had almost killed him. Since then, the other riders had decided he'd lost his nerve, and they had started circling his championship—the one he won every year—like buzzards in the dead of winter.

"I want to do the house myself," his mother said, dragging Wade's mind back to the conversation. "I need to get things ready for Christ...


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Product Details

  • Series: Love Inspired
  • Mass Market Paperback: 224 pages
  • Publisher: Love Inspired (October 18, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 037387703X
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373877034
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 0.6 x 6.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 4 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (19 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,184,099 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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By M. Palmer on March 16, 2014
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Return to Dry Creek
Book 1

And the saga of Dry Creek goes on! The unique thing about this series is that these books can be read as singles since the characters are many times not visited in every book. The very first book of the Dry Creek series focused on the preacher and his (now) wife. Ten years has gone by (about), and the preacher has aged. His sons are now 16, but tragically, as far as we know they had no children together...

The events leading up to this book happened nine years ago, meaning they happened AFTER the Dry Creek books started. This makes this book a bit more magical, if you will. The Stone family is the focus of this new sub-series. Gracie Stone has spent nine years in jail for the murder of her husband. She is now returning to the old ranch with her oldest son, Wade. The first person he runs into is his old girlfriend, Amy, whom he kissed only once before leaving town to get away from all the bad that had befallen this family.

This book takes so many twists and turns in a innocent way on a subject that is anything but innocent. The author has such a unique tone to her stories! I know the town is a fairy tale, and the innocence of people is as well, but there's something just so...magical...about this! As we go through the story, we learn the harsh truth about the murder of Mr. Stone (an abuser and drunk), and we watch Wade and Amy fall in love again. Once again, we're transported to the pageant in the barn that started the entire Dry Creek saga. Read it! You won't be disappointed!
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First of all, I must admit that I count Janet Tronstad as a friend. But I can in all honesty say that I truly enjoyed this book. The theme is forgiving ourselves and others, one that many of us must learn over and over. I love the town of Dry Creek, Montana, (Janet's trademark)and it's colorful, genuine and sometimes amusing inhabitants. Janet KNOWS how to write a rugged cowboy hero. A sweet hometown girl, a cowboy, and Christmas--what more could a reader ask for? Don't miss a heart-warming holiday story.
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Can a person really go back to that point in their life when everything they knew ceased to exist? What does a person do when faced with snickers and glares because a family member committed a horrendous crime? Is it possible to forgive someone who caused you heartache years ago and still has the power to hurt you? Those are the questions Janet Tronstad answers in this heartwarming romance in her new Return to Dry Creek series.

I was hooked from the first page when I realized the hero, Wade Stone, was willing to face the wrath of his home town crowd because his mother wanted to return. No matter what he'd suffered, he was willing to accept more if it meant being there for her now. Nine years earlier he'd run from the town and everything dear trying to escape the horror that had befallen his family. That included leaving behind a budding relationship with his first love, Amy - the girl who still filled his dreams no matter how hard he tried to forget her spearmint scent or the taste of their first kiss.

Amy Mitchell lived in a fog for years after Wade skipped town. Growing up next door to each other as friends, she'd trusted him with her heart. Then one snowy Christmas Eve, he'd kissed her on the church steps and said someday he was going to marry her inside that very building. Soon after, everything changed and Wade left town without saying goodbye. Fifteen years old and she put her social life on hold while waiting for his return. Over the years her faith slowly dwindled as everyone told her to face reality.
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Sleigh Bells for Dry Creek by Janet Tronstad
Return to Dry Creek Series
Dry Creek is one of my favorite places to visit, in Janet's books of course. The small Montana town is usually full of friendly people. Linda at the Cafe, Charlie and Edith Nelson, although most folks still think of Edith as Mrs. Hargrove and all the others we have met in the previous eighteen books. Sadly they are not so friendly when the Stone's return to town. Gracie Stone has just been released from nine years in prison after she confessed to murdering her husband, Buck Stone. She has asked her three sons to return as well. The younger two; Tyler & Jake did not return. Wade Stone had been with the rodeo. He left home after his mom's conviction at age seventeen and not looked back. He can't wait to leave town again. All their dirty laundry had been hung out in the courts during Ma's trial, about their abusive and drunken father.

Amy Mitchell is fed up. Shawn Garrett was at her home telling her Aunt Tilly how he knows Amy will marry him because Wade was injured and still did not come back to Dry Creek. She is furious that the two of them were talking about her and that Shawn may tell people how she was waiting for Wade. She had put her life and heart on hold for nine years for a man who has never looked back or returned for her. She has spent the last nine years taking care of her Grandfather and Aunt Tilly. And then, there they were; Grace & Wade. Amy agrees to work for Gracie to get her house back in order, as she tries to protect her heart from leaping back to Wade.

This book is so full of emotions. Gracie who is being strong and facing old friends and neighbors who believe her a murderer, but she has a faith she did not have before prison.
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