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Too Deep for Words: A Civil War Novel (Shenandoah Valley Saga Book 2) Kindle Edition
Carrie Ann Collier has been a newlywed for nineteen blissful days--as blissful as life can be in the midst of war, that is. Soon that war will take a toll she never expected. When her new husband, Peyton, goes missing during battle, she refuses to believe he is dead and must find a way to move forward with everyday life in the face of fear.
As Carrie struggles with how to welcome her estranged sister, Margaret, back into her life, another new arrival appears on her doorstep--her husband’s best friend, and rebel officer, Eli. Wounded and bitter, Eli is nonetheless committed to keeping his promise to Peyton: take care of the Collier women, no matter what. But to Carrie, he’s a painful reminder of her lost love.
Then unexpected news makes Carrie wonder if miracles do happen. If Carrie infiltrates the enemy once again, she might find out what really happened to the love of her life. Will Eli be able to keep his promise to keep her safe? Can they forgive each other if promises are broken?
As fans of Boeshaar’s books have come to expect, Too Deep for Words is a meticulously researched novel. Readers are taken directly into the heart of the realities of the Civil War and reminded how, even in the darkest circumstances, faith in Christ offers hope.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherKregel Publication
- Publication dateApril 25, 2017
- File size1830 KB
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Too Deep for Words
A Civil War Novel
By Andrea BoeshaarKregel Publications
Copyright © 2017 Andrea BoeshaarAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8254-4419-7
CHAPTER 1
October 6, 1864
"Well, I'll be hanged. The Yankee Cavalry is ridin' into Woodstock."
Margaret Jean Bell paused in midstroke and dropped the rag she'd been using to clean the sticky bar. She looked toward the entrance of the Wayfarers Inn where a raggedy-dressed old man stood staring out to the street. "More Yankees in town?"
"That's what I jest said, girl." The old man swayed slightly and kneaded his bristly jaw. "Judging by the black smoke over yonder, them blue-bellies is burning ever'thing in sight too!"
Margaret clutched her midsection. Questions tumbled through her mind. Would one of the Yankee soldiers recognize her and, if so, did he have an inkling of her trickery?
Instinct screamed, run! Her breath came and went in quick repetitions, as if she'd already cantered a mile up Main Street.
Breathe. Breathe.
Her lightheadedness slowly abated. Logic soon returned.
Wasn't she accustomed to soldiers, Yanks and Rebs alike? She was, sure as the sun set in the west. She'd learned men were men, bluecoats or gray, and she held her own in their presence, even when they turned violent. Should one of the soldiers insist on getting his money back for services that were promised but never rendered, Margaret would simply tell the truth: Mr. Veyschmidt had snatched her ill-gotten gains. Therefore she was unable to provide him with a refund. Afterward, she'd accept the beating likely to come.
All the louts who frequented the Wayfarers Inn were the same, dark and volatile.
Oh, God, get me out of this place!
Her mind turned to Carrie Ann. How lucky her oldest sister was to escape by marrying a blue-belly. Her younger sister, Sarah Jane, managed to get away by running off with a peddler, except she got herself killed in the process.
Mama too was gone now. Died at the end of September. Now Margaret alone dealt with the temperamental, tyrannical innkeeper who enjoyed reminding her of the debt she owed. And insisted on gold coins for payment no less. He paid her nothing for the daily chores, nothing for serving plates of food and ale to customers. She often worked until the wee hours of the morning when every other eighteen-year-old young lady was fast asleep. And each week the sum she owed grew larger, not smaller. Margaret, in all the rest of her life, could never repay him.
Yes, death was preferable to this wretched existence.
She set down two bottles of Mr. Veyschmidt's backroom concoction, which he called ale, on the bar. Then she waited. Soldiers, both Reb and Yank, usually had a powerful thirst when they walked in. They may be on opposite sides of the war, but their behavior was no different.
The portly innkeeper stared out the window and nervously chewed a fingernail. Margaret clenched her jaw. The swine. What a blessing it would be if the man got shot dead by a Yankee bullet.
Within minutes, a tall, bearded, blue-clad officer strode over the threshold. His spurs chinked against the plank floorboards and his accoutrements jangled with each step he took. He squinted as his eyes surveyed the room. The gold trim ornamenting his uniform bespoke an upper rank.
Odd. Men of his caliber didn't usually wander into the Wayfarers Inn.
Two additional Yanks followed him. They made such an ominous threesome that the few remaining men loitering about in the saloon scattered like roaches after a match strike.
The first officer made his way to the bar. He removed his wide-brimmed hat and a flicker of familiarity cinched Margaret's gut. Had this man visited the Wayfarers Inn before?
"Care for a drink?" Her question nearly stuck in her suddenly dry mouth. "The innkeeper says it's on the house." She poured a glass of ale and pushed it toward him.
"I said no such thing," Veyschmidt growled. His beady, wide-set eyes sized up the large officer and his comrades. He reconsidered, just as Margaret expected him to. "Well, all right. But only one's free."
"No, thanks. I'm looking for Miss Margaret Bell."
Her heart stumbled over its next beat.
"That's her." Mr. Veyschmidt pointed a thick finger. "Right there, she stands."
No help or hope of protection from him — as usual.
Margaret set her hands on her hips. "Listen, mister, I don't give refunds, so —"
"Are you Miss Bell?"
She nodded and lifted her chin, fully expecting an explosion of pain from his fist connecting with her face. If he was like all the others, she'd swindled him. She prayed he'd knock her senseless. Maybe she'd never regain consciousness.
"My wife would like two jugs of the innkeeper's ale."
Margaret's tension eased and she released an audible sigh of relief.
"She claims the ale aids in the healing of wounds. In fact, I'm living proof it does." The Yankee's mustache twitched with a small smile. "She also insists the stuff is a marvelous metal polisher. Wonder of wonders." He pierced Veyschmidt with a saber-sharp stare.
"Metal polisher?" Margaret tipped her head. The only person who touted Mr. Veyschmidt's ale as good for anything other than sheer inebriation was ...
Margaret sucked in a breath. Surely this wasn't her oldest sister's Yankee husband?
She considered the officer again. Not a chance. This man was large and handsome with a head of thick blond hair and neatly trimmed whiskers. His rank and demeanor suggested he was too refined for a poor, skinny, pie-in-the-sky dreamer like Carrie Ann. More likely a customer heard of the ale's supposed benefits and spread the word. Medicine was scarce, what with wounded men pouring into towns up and down the Valley, so every sort of home remedy was in high demand.
Margaret fetched two stoneware jugs and set them on the bar. The officer slapped a couple of bills into Veyschmidt's wide, outstretched palm. Next the colonel retrieved an envelope from his coat's inner breast pocket and extended it in Margaret's direction.
"May I speak with you in private, Miss Bell?"
Before a single utterance passed her lips, Mr. Veyschmidt stepped in front of her as if she'd suddenly become a precious commodity. "Afraid not, Mister. You want a private appointment, shall we say, then you'll have to pay for it like everyone else."
The blond officer's expression hardened. "I suggest you shut your mouth and get out of my way."
Veyschmidt eyed the man, snorted, but relented. "Make it quick," he muttered to Margaret. "And you owe me every coin you get out of him."
She squeezed her eyes shut. If hating a man was indeed the same as murder like the reverend preached, then she was guilty a thousand times over.
The colonel moved several steps away from Mr. Veyschmidt. Margaret forced panic down and fingered the small vial of potion in her pocket. It was her only source of protection.
"Allow me to introduce myself, Miss Bell. I'm Colonel Peyton Collier, Cavalry Division of the Army of the Shenandoah."
Collier. So this was indeed Carrie's husband. How had her sister snagged such a fine gentleman?
"I understand you're my brother-in-law."
"Yes, that's correct."
"Well, well ..." Veyschmidt stepped out from behind the bar and puffed out his barrel-like chest. "What a coincidence. Your, eh, wife, left quite a large tab here what needs to be paid."
Colonel Collier's face reddened and his eyes narrowed to angry slits. "Spare me more of your lies. My wife owes you nothing." Anger blazed in his gaze as he defended Carrie Ann. "Destroying your inn would be within my orders, but it's because of my wife's request to leave this place intact for her family's sake that I hesitate." He glanced at Margaret before peering down at Veyschmidt again. "I am well aware of your abuse of the Bell sisters and their mother over the past two years. They came to you in need, but week after week you overcharged them for room and board despite their hard work. In short, you enslaved them. Worse, you left my wife and her family unprotected and vulnerable to every kind of evil." The shake of his head was slight. "You are a despicable worm in my estimation and had it been up to me —"
"Please, sir ..." Mr. Veyschmidt's voice sounded shaky and his beady eyes grew round.
Margaret tucked her chin to hide her amusement. She liked her new brother-in-law already.
"It would give me great pleasure," he added, "to watch this sorry place go up in flames."
Mr. Veyschmidt wisely held his tongue, although he chewed his thick lower lip and worked his hands anxiously. Margaret knew why.
"Pardon the interruption, sir," one of the other Yankees said. He stood even taller and had even broader shoulders than the colonel. He too had removed his hat and an abundance of shaggy brown hair framed his face. "This establishment has most likely been a Rebel meeting place and gave sustenance to the enemy. I suspect Rebels are recovering in rooms upstairs as we speak."
"No, no. Ain't no soldiers here," Mr. Veyschmidt insisted. "I refused all the wounded. Don't want the mess, the blood and all." He waved a meaty hand and shuddered.
The colonel's eyes met Margaret's and she gave a slight nod. Confederate soldiers had met here only days ago. Several injured lay in rooms upstairs as the major suspected.
"Gather your men and search the premises, Major Johnston."
"Yes, sir."
Within minutes, a small army of Yankees crowded into the Wayfarers Inn. Mr. Veyschmidt grew increasingly anxious as the soldiers dispersed to search. He fell to his knees in a pathetic, theatrical display.
"Please don't burn my inn," he begged. "This business is all I have left of my dearly departed mother who worked her fingers to the bone to make this a respectable place for one to lay his weary head."
Margaret rolled her eyes and barely kept from snorting aloud. What lies! And respectable? How utterly laughable.
"Miss Bell?" The colonel's brown eyes fixed on her. "I am allowed to show mercy where it's warranted. What do you think I should do?"
"Me? You're asking me?"
"Don't bother with the girl," Veyschmidt groused. "She's nothing. Customers often complain about her poor service. She's brazen and rude."
"Quiet, you scoundrel!" The colonel turned back to Margaret. "Miss Bell?"
"I have no place to go." Despite her best efforts, her bottom lip quivered. It wasn't the answer she longed to give.
"It's my belief that my wife will want you and your mother to live with us in Winchester. She's been worried about you. But given the fact I'm a Yankee, your mother most likely will not accept my invitation."
"Mama's dead," Margaret blurted, "and I doubt my sister will want me living with her now that she's married."
A scene from the past clouded her mind. They were girls and on the farm and she and Carrie were quarreling. As usual, Carrie was demanding that Margaret complete some menial chore and Margaret was refusing to obey. They were only nine months apart in age. Margaret thought she and Carrie should be equals, but Carrie was determined to hang on to her eldest daughter status which included being the boss when their parents weren't anywhere in sight.
The memory faded and the harsh reality of Margaret's surroundings pressed in on her. Things had changed. She missed Carrie's bravery. What's more, she hadn't begun to fathom just how much Carrie had protected her and Sarah Jane until she herself bore the brunt of drunken patrons' groping and Veyschmidt's beatings.
Remembering the bruise on her cheek, Margaret finger-combed strands of hair onto one side of her face.
"Please accept my condolences — on your mother's passing and your younger sister's also."
The colonel's deep voice recaptured Margaret's attention. He sounded sincere. He reached across the scuffed wooden bar and pressed the sealed envelope into Margaret's hand.
She inspected it, impressed by the expensive parchment. She couldn't read well, hardly at all, but she recognized her own name penned across the front of the envelope in Carrie Ann's neat handwriting.
She closed her eyes. To her left, Mr. Veyschmidt's pleas for mercy grated on her nerves.
"Carrie addressed this letter to you personally because she guessed your mother would refuse to read the missive. She didn't suppose that your mother would ever forgive her for Sarah Jane's death."
"Carrie was almost right." Margaret traced each letter with her fingertip. "You see, I received the telegram about Carrie Ann's marriage and about Sarah Jane's death, but Mama had passed on by the time the news arrived."
"You've survived quite an ordeal, Miss Bell. I urge you to come to Winchester. You can safely travel with a group of freed slaves and German Baptists called Dunkers who are following the army down the Valley. Because of the war, they've been forced to leave their homes for one reason or another." The colonel walked around the bar. Standing directly in front of Margaret, he tapped the envelope in her hand. "Besides, you'll be doing me a huge favor." Mischief glimmered in his eyes. "My wife will be quite miffed at me if I allow you to remain here." His gaze darkened as it fell over Mr. Veyschmidt, who pleaded for the soldiers to spare his establishment. "In fact, miffed is putting it mildly."
This cavalryman was afraid of Carrie's wrath? Surely not.
The colonel's features softened as he regarded Margaret again. "Carrie volunteers at an orphanage. If I were a betting man, I'd say that she will want you to help out there too. Many hands make light work."
"Oh, I would. I love children." Margaret's mind whirred with new possibilities.
"Sounds like you'll do very well in Winchester then."
One of his officers interrupted them. Margaret stepped back. The colonel appeared quite confident as he spoke with the other man, but not in an arrogant way. He scanned the dark interior of the inn with an unspoken authority. Margaret got the feeling he wasn't a man to argue with ...
So how did he manage Carrie and her sharp tongue? The idea that this man even married Carrie was most curious.
Margaret couldn't wait to find out the answers to her many questions.
The colonel's troops finished their search and he conversed with them in undertones. Minutes later, they filed out of the inn, and he refocused his attention on Margaret. "I'm afraid I must have your decision now, Miss Bell."
She only needed one glimpse of Mr. Veyschmidt, whose beefy hands were now clasped as if in prayer — the same hands that shamelessly groped and beat Margaret and her sisters, each to varying degrees. And Mama too. He'd killed Mama the same as if he'd strangled the life right out of her.
Oh, how Margaret despised the man!
"I accept your invitation, Colonel. Thank you." She tasted sweet freedom in the air. "But please, I beseech you" — now it was her turn to beg — "light your Yankee torches and burn this den of iniquity down to the devil where it belongs!"
(Continues...)Excerpted from Too Deep for Words by Andrea Boeshaar. Copyright © 2017 Andrea Boeshaar. Excerpted by permission of Kregel Publications.
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- ASIN : B06XD6P2SC
- Publisher : Kregel Publication (April 25, 2017)
- Publication date : April 25, 2017
- Language : English
- File size : 1830 KB
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- Print length : 306 pages
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About the author
Andrea Boeshaar was born and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin but now resides in South Carolina's Upstate. Andrea and her husband Daniel have been married for more than 40 years. They feel blessed by their wonderful family, including 5 grandchildren.
Andrea’s publishing career began in 1994 when her first novel was released by Heartsong Presents book club (Barbour Publishing). A Civil War Era series followed along with numerous contemporary novels. In 2000, Andrea co-founded the American Christian Romance Writers organization (now the American Christian Fiction Writers or ACFW). Around that same time, Andrea worked as an agent for Hartline Literary Agency under the tutelage of Joyce Hart. In 2007, Andrea earned her certification in Christian life coaching and decided to pursue that avenue of ministry.
Meanwhile, Andrea has continued to write. Her most recent novel is the long-awaited third installment in her Shenandoah Valley Saga, titled, "There is a Season: A Civil War Novel." It is available in both e-book and paperback formats on Amazon.com
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Hopefully, that tells you something about this book. I actually could not read it fast enough. The plot is heartfelt and the story so well written that I had to know what would happen before I got there. And the characters in this book are amazing! A perfect blend of fictional and real-life Civil War heroes acting this story out on their stage. At times the book felt like it went by quickly, so much was happening. Other times a bit more slowly—but I think that was me being a reader who just wanted to savor a great book. With that said, I can’t recommend the book highly enough.
At the end, I guess this will be one of those books that I can’t gush enough about, despite struggling at first. If you don’t know, this is the second book of the series. The first has been on my reading list, and I hoped to get to it before this one. That didn’t happen, so I jumped in. This is a direct continuation, so while you could probably do as I did, and start reading this one, I think you’ll regret it. I certainly am. There are plenty of spoilers of the first book in this one and I think I wouldn’t have been more interested in the story to begin with had I started with the first. And, judging by how this book ends, I am pretty confident another book will be on the way. So you have time to read these first two. And they are well worth it.
**I received a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review. All opinions expressed are my own.**
One thing I do feel that I need to get out of the way, however, is the couple of not-so-great aspects that I noticed. Now, don’t get me wrong, all in all I really enjoyed this novel. There were just a few things about it that bothered me. For starters—now it’s been a long time since I read A Thousand Shall Fall so I might not be remembering correctly, but I felt like the first novel was considerably well written. Too Deep for Words didn’t seem to be as well done. I could also be feeling like that because I have been fortunate to read so many wonderful novels since I first read A Thousand Shall Fall over two years ago, so it might just be that I have just seen so many more examples of fantastic writing since then. Either way, I felt like the dialogue was a little stiff and forced, which can be hard to keep from happening, I know. And I just felt like there weren’t as many unexpected twists and turns as there were in the last novel. That’s also difficult to continuously do, I know, but I just felt like this story was a little too predictable.
Anyway, enough with the not so nice part of this review. Other than what I just mentioned, I really, really did enjoy this book. I really fell in love with Eli, and with Margaret, and I’m really curious what will happen to finish the two of their stories. For Margaret, I am very unsure where her story will go. It was left very unfinished at the end of this novel—which I am completely sure was intentional, as that makes sense in a series—and I am just not sure at all where Andrea will take her next. For Eli, I am completely curious as to what he will do now that he has had two potential loves in his life not turn out, whether by his own choice or not (no, I will not be any more specific than that because I don’t want to spoil anything, but just believe me when I say it is VERY intriguing and leaves you wondering what will come next).
All in all, I really did enjoy this novel, and I am most certainly looking forward to the next one in the series. Andrea is a very talented author, and I’m excited to see where she takes the Collier sisters and the rest of their companions in the rest of their story. Because of this, and everything else that I’ve stated in my review, I can happily give this novel four out of five bookshelves, and I highly recommend it, though I would definitely suggest reading the first novel in the series first!
(This review is from my blog, spreadinghisgrace.blogspot.com)
Carrie is a newlywed and is excited to begin her life with her husband, Peyton. The war takes him away and she worries everyday about his safety. When she gets word that he is missing , she will do everything in her power to find him. Carrie feels in her heart that he is alive. What would you do to find your missing husband? There are so many intriguing parts to this book, I couldn't put it down. The author showed us how Carrie had faith that her husband would be fine. I loved that Carrie held on to hope and never wavered.
The author gives readers a glimpse of a time period that is easy to picture with her incredible words. I loved how the story kept readers wondering what had happened to Peyton. There are a few surprises in the book and I was very intrigued by an old friend that shows up. Is this friend here to help Carrie find her husband? The book moves at a great pace and I couldn't turn the pages fast enough. The author really keeps her readers glued to the story with excitement, mystery and hope. Make sure you pick up this book and get swept away to a place where one woman is willing to cross enemy lines to find her husband . Is Peyton alive? Did he fall into the enemy's hands?
I received this book from Kregel Book Tours. The review is my own opinion.