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Inherited: Unexpected Family
Gabrielle Meyer
An Unexpected PartnershipArriving in Minnesota Territory with her sisters to claim their late father’s hotel, Elizabeth Bell is shocked to learn her inheritance comes with a handsome co-owner. After too long working for a domineering boss, Elizabeth yearns to be in control—of the hotel and her life. But Jude Allen won’t sell his share, and Elizabeth refuses to leave.Rescuing soiled doves and giving them hotel jobs is Jude’s way of redeeming his past. He’s counting on rough frontier life driving his new business partner away before she learns the scandalous truth and demands he stop his mission. But he may have underestimated Elizabeth…and the power of love to turn a complication into a bright new beginning.Little Falls Legacy: Building a thriving community through love and faith
An Unexpected Partnership
After arriving in Minnesota Territory with her sisters to claim their late father’s hotel, Elizabeth Bell is shocked to learn her inheritance comes with a handsome co-owner. After too long working for a domineering boss, Elizabeth yearns to be in control—of the hotel and her life. But Jude Allen won’t sell his share, and Elizabeth refuses to leave.
Rescuing soiled doves and giving them hotel jobs is Jude’s way of redeeming his past. He’s counting on rough frontier life driving his new business partner away before she learns the scandalous truth and demands he stop his mission. But he may have underestimated Elizabeth...and the power of love to turn a complication into a bright new beginning.
“I could make you leave right now, if I wanted.”
Elizabeth’s face grew still as she studied him.
“I won’t do that,” Jude said a bit quieter. “I wouldn’t turn any woman out on the street, especially Clarence’s daughters.”
“Thank you for that.”
“But I have no interest in having a business partner.” Especially a woman. “So my proposition still stands. You and your sisters may stay at the Northern, and if you make it until January I will put your name on the deed—and no more talk of buying my share. It’s not for sale and it won’t be for sale. Are you amenable to my proposition?”
“I agree. My sisters and I will live and work at the Northern until January, when you will add us to the deed. At that time, we will address the terms of our partnership.” She held out her hand to shake his.
He took her hand and was surprised at the strength in her grip. She was a confident woman, he’d give her that.
The only thing that worried him was keeping his rescue work hidden. He wasn’t ashamed of his work, but most people didn’t understand why he did what he did. If she learned the truth, he’d have to explain to her about his past, and that was something that he was ashamed of.
Dear Reader (#u267fd098-7385-55ff-b608-619773937217),
The Little Falls War was an important moment in the history of my hometown, yet few people are familiar with the story. Since this is a work of fiction, some of the information was condensed or combined, and some of the people involved are a work of my imagination, but many of the people and events I wrote about are true. For more about the real history behind this story (and the others in the Little Falls Legacy miniseries), please visit my website at www.gabriellemeyer.com (http://www.gabriellemeyer.com).
As always, thank you for spending time with me in Little Falls. It is my prayer that this story has entertained, educated and inspired you to dig deeper into the history of your own hometown.
In His name,
Gabrielle Meyer
GABRIELLE MEYER lives in central Minnesota on the banks of the Mississippi River with her husband and four young children. As an employee of the Minnesota Historical Society, she fell in love with the rich history of her state and enjoys writing fictional stories inspired by real people and events. Gabrielle can be found at www.gabriellemeyer.com (http://www.gabriellemeyer.com), where she writes about her passion for history, Minnesota and her faith.
Inherited: Unexpected Family
Gabrielle Meyer
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And Jesus knew their thoughts, and said unto them, “Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and every city or house divided against itself shall not stand.”
—Matthew 12:25
To my dear writer friends, Lindsay Harrel, Alena Tauriainen and Melissa Tagg. Thank you for the countless hours of brainstorming, critiquing and encouragement. I can’t imagine walking this journey without you.
Contents
Cover (#ud527784f-5e9f-5377-8c5e-d7206912b4ef)
Back Cover Text (#u6f5b5df4-1aeb-5384-8de1-56a468955de8)
Introduction (#u232b42f8-856d-5ee6-b928-6eb8ce17738d)
Dear Reader (#u60cdf893-084d-5751-8a78-a9a0848c4107)
About the Author (#u96cedb3a-b767-5217-9c90-a54921156e8a)
Title Page (#ue22b0f7e-a7cc-58a4-a4bb-009789284188)
Bible Verse (#ub4eaa9fb-0c1d-52a6-b927-8b613a7ae7ee)
Dedication (#u2d88856f-f286-5e9f-8e8d-7bd3b5300b94)
Chapter One (#u4c151404-c6ac-5101-8340-7e4d7c3d9de1)
Chapter Two (#u91b5c7d8-c67a-5f80-bd24-5f7487e508f3)
Chapter Three (#ud22e2ccd-45e7-5741-bde4-72a01e0a80cf)
Chapter Four (#u3eb2a5a1-07df-59a6-b024-979f41ee7bf0)
Chapter Five (#ue1f3c9d3-0630-5ca4-80f1-4fc85b722db7)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One (#u267fd098-7385-55ff-b608-619773937217)
Minnesota Territory
June 26, 1857
There was no telling what awaited Elizabeth Bell and her two sisters when they reached the Northern Hotel. Elizabeth inhaled the humid air, wishing for a breeze as the stagecoach lurched and swayed over the Wood’s Tail. They had left St. Paul early that morning and her anticipation had mounted with each passing mile. By night’s end she would know how much work lay ahead before they could open the hotel. Maybe, just maybe, they would finally have the lives they had dreamed about since Papa abandoned them four years ago.
The last vestiges of daylight streaked across the sky, casting long shadows over Grace, who sat across from Elizabeth. A sudden bump forced Elizabeth to dig her feet into the floor to stay seated. She clutched Rose tighter on her lap so her little sister wouldn’t fall.
“Grace?” Elizabeth spoke quietly so she wouldn’t wake Rose.
Grace, just barely nineteen, stared out the window with thinly veiled hostility, unwilling to acknowledge Elizabeth. She had not wanted to leave their home in Rockford, Illinois, and had made the weeklong trip unbearable. “Could you hold Rose for a bit? I’d like to look at Papa’s letter one more time to make sure we’re going to the right place.”
Papa’s letter had been the only correspondence they had received from him in four years, and it had been written on his deathbed. He’d left them a hotel in Minnesota Territory. It was the perfect solution to so many troubles Elizabeth had faced in Rockford. She could get out from under a domineering employer, start over with a fresh reputation and take Grace away from the rough crowd she’d been going around with. If only Grace would cooperate.
She continued to look out the window and didn’t bother to respond to Elizabeth’s request.
Elizabeth sighed and repositioned herself on the hard bench, causing Rose to stir in her sleep. The four-year-old cuddled close on Elizabeth’s lap, her cheek pressed against Elizabeth’s shoulder, her soft curls tickling Elizabeth’s cheek. Mama had died giving birth to Rose, and Papa had disappeared the moment they finished burying her. His sudden departure had left Elizabeth to provide for her sisters. Thankfully, sweet Rose knew very little about all the pain they had endured and she had no memory of losing either parent.
Elizabeth squinted into the fading sunlight and noticed the first building they’d seen in several miles. She sat up straighter. Was this Little Falls? Their new home? She knew virtually nothing about the town, except for the gossip their stagecoach driver had shared with them—and none of it was good. A failing economy, a gang of desperadoes and a decline in population threatened her plans for the hotel—but surely hard work and dedication would go a long way toward their success.
Anything was better than their life in Rockford.
Another building rushed by, and yet another. The orange sunset sparkled off the Mississippi River in the distance. A sawmill appeared on the banks at the bottom of a hill, with a house and barn outlined in the shadows nearby. Soon dozens of various-sized buildings lined the main stretch of road. A church, a bank, a two-story general store and even a hotel called The Batters House Hotel. Elizabeth hadn’t anticipated competition, but hopefully her hospitality would draw customers to the Northern.
Grace’s stiff shoulders did not indicate any interest in the new town until a group of men shouted a hello at the passing stage.
Here and there people stood on the wooden boardwalks watching the stage roll by. Some came and went out of buildings, and others gathered in small clusters talking.
Most of them were men.
Elizabeth turned her attention toward the Northern. No doubt the hotel would be boarded up after Papa’s death. They might need help prying off the boards to get inside, but maybe the driver would have a tool for them to use. From the date on the letter, and the finality of Papa’s words, Elizabeth estimated that he had died about a month ago. She had mourned his loss, but had little time to dwell on what it meant. She’d worked for a week to sell their meager belongings in Rockford and secure their travel plans.
“We should be getting close,” Elizabeth said, excitement and trepidation making her voice sound higher than she intended. “The driver told us the stage stops right outside the Northern.”
Grace didn’t respond, her blue eyes, so like Elizabeth’s, focused on another group of men walking in the same direction the stage was headed.
The stage came to a stop outside a large white clapboard building. It was an impressive Greek Revival structure that covered the length of one city block, and looked out of place with the humble buildings in the rest of town. Several lights had already been lit within the pretty establishment, and at least half a dozen men entered through the front door.
Elizabeth frowned. “I thought the stage stopped at the Northern Hotel.”
“Maybe this is the Northern Hotel,” Grace said in a dry tone.
“How could it be?” Elizabeth handed Rose to Grace, not waiting for her sister’s approval, and ducked as she stepped to the door. “The Northern Hotel is supposed to be boarded up and empty.”
The driver appeared at the door and pulled it open. “Welcome to Little Falls.”
Elizabeth lifted her hem and stepped onto the boardwalk. “I thought the stage stopped at the Northern.”
“This here is the Northern.” He nodded at the large building.
Elizabeth looked at the structure again. “But how is that possible?” Another group of men approached and stopped outside the door to stare at her.
The driver scratched his head, tilting his hat at an odd angle. “It’s possible—’cause it just is.”
“But—” Elizabeth gasped. Was someone squatting in her hotel? Operating it in her absence? She pursed her lips, her heart rate escalating. Whoever was trespassing would soon be turned out, of that she was certain.
Elizabeth went back to the coach to speak to Grace. “I’m going in to confront the squatter. See that our luggage is unloaded properly.”
Grace nodded and Elizabeth squared her shoulders. She’d been forced to deal with her fair share of stubborn men in the past four years. One more shouldn’t be too difficult...she hoped.
A man standing near the building pushed open the front door and doffed his cap as she marched over the threshold and into the lobby.
The interior of the building was just as impressive as the exterior. Elizabeth paused to let her eyes roam over the white wainscoting, the wide stairway and the floral sofa near the door. In the opposite corner, to Elizabeth’s right, was a sturdy counter covered with the same wainscoting. A man stood behind the counter, his back to the door, his head bent over a thick ledger. When he stood straight, Elizabeth couldn’t help but notice his height and the breadth of his shoulders under a well-tailored suit coat.
So this was the squatter.
Elizabeth clenched her jaw and prepared for battle. She strode to the counter, ignoring the curious looks she garnered from dozens of patrons milling about the lobby. The air was thick with conversation and the smell of heady cologne mixed with cigar smoke.
She stopped at the counter, but he did not turn.
She cleared her throat, but he must not have heard over the conversation.
Finally, she did something most unladylike and tapped his broad shoulder. “Pardon me.”
He turned, his dark brown hair shimmering under the light above his head, his equally brown eyes holding a hint of surprise. “May I help you?”
Elizabeth swallowed the nerves quivering up her throat. My, but he was a handsome man—much too handsome to be a squatter.
But, then again, weren’t most scoundrels handsome? Her ex-fiancé, James, had been very good-looking.
She straightened her backbone and lifted her chin. “Who are you?”
Humor twinkled in his eyes. “Jude Allen. Who are you?”
