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<\/a>\"\"<\/a>It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a><\/strong><\/span> <\/strong> book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n


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Today’s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/div>\n


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Lisa Bergren<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n


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and the book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n


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Claim: A Novel of Colorado (The Homeward Trilogy) <\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

David C. Cook; New edition (June 1, 2010)<\/p>\n

***Special thanks to Audra Jennings of The B&B Media Group for sending me a review copy.***<\/p>\n

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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\n Lisa T. Bergren is a best-selling author who offers a wide array of reading opportunities ranging from children\u2019s books (God Gave Us Love and God Found Us You) and women\u2019s nonfiction (Life on Planet Mom) to suspense-filled intrigue (The Gifted Trilogy) and historical drama. With more than thirty titles among her published works and a deep faith that has weathered dramatic career and personal challenges, Bergren is excited to add the Homeward Trilogy to her resume as she follows God\u2019s direction in her writing career. Bergren lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado, with her husband Tim (a graphic design artist and musician) and their three children.<\/p>\n

Visit the author’s website<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Product Details:<\/p>\n

List Price: $14.99
\n Paperback: 400 pages
\n Publisher: David C. Cook; New edition (June 1, 2010)
\n Language: English
\n ISBN-10: 143476706X
\n ISBN-13: 978-1434767066<\/p>\n

AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong>
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1 August 1888<\/p>\n


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Gunnison, Colorado<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep doing that you\u2019ll get yourself killed,\u201d Nic said to the boy. Panting, Nic paused and wiped his forehead of sweat. For an hour now, as he moved sacks of grain from a wagon to a wheelbarrow and into the warehouse, he\u2019d glimpsed the boy daring fate as he ran across the busy street, narrowly escaping horse hooves and wagon wheels.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s your mother?\u201d<\/p>\n

The brown-haired boy paused. \u201cDon\u2019t have a mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell then, where\u2019s your father?\u201d<\/p>\n

The boy cast him an impish grin and shrugged one shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cAround.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs he coming back soon?\u201d Nic persisted.<\/p>\n

\u201cSoon enough. You won\u2019t tell \u2019im, will ya?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell him what?\u201d Nic tossed back with a small smile. \u201cLong as you stop doing whatever you\u2019re not supposed to be doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

The boy wandered closer and climbed up to perch on the wagon\u2019s edge, watching Nic with eyes that were as dark as his hair. Nic relaxed a bit, relieved that the kid wasn\u2019t in imminent danger.<\/p>\n

Nic hefted a sack onto his shoulder and carried it to the cart. It felt good to be working again. He liked this sort of heavy labor, the feel of muscles straining, the way he had to suck in his breath to heave a sack, then release it with a long whoosh. A full day of this sort of work allowed him to drop off into dreamless sleep\u2014something he hungered for more than anything else these days.<\/p>\n

The boy was silent, but Nic could feel him staring, watching his every move like an artist studying a subject he was about to paint. \u201cHow\u2019d you get so strong?\u201d the boy said at last.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlways been pretty strong,\u201d Nic said, pulling the next sack across the wooden planks of the wagon, positioning it. \u201cHow\u2019d you get so fast?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlways been pretty fast,\u201d said the boy, in the same measured tone Nic had used.<\/p>\n

Nic smiled again, heaved the sack to his shoulder, hauled it five steps to the cart, and then dropped it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis your job?\u201d the boy asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor today,\u201d Nic said.<\/p>\n

Nic loaded another sack, and the boy was silent for a moment. \u201cMy dad\u2019s looking for help. At our mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHmm,\u201d Nic said.<\/p>\n

\u201cNeeds a partner to help haul rock. He\u2019s been asking around here for days.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMiner, huh? I don\u2019t care much for mining.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not? You could be rich.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMore miners turn out dead than rich.\u201d He winced inwardly, as a shadow crossed the boy\u2019s face. It\u2019d been a while since he\u2019d been around a kid this age. He was maybe ten or eleven max, all wiry muscle and sinew. Reminded him of a boy he knew in Brazil.<\/p>\n

Nic carried the next sack over to the wagon, remembering the heat there, so different from what Colorado\u2019s summer held. Here it was bone dry. He was sweating now, after the morning\u2019s work, but not a lot. In Brazil a man soaked his sheets as he slept.<\/p>\n

\u201cListen, kid,\u201d he said, turning back around to the wagon, intending to apologize for upsetting him. But the boy was gone.<\/p>\n

Nic sighed and set to finishing his work. As the sun climbed high in the sky, he paused to take a drink from his canteen and eat a hunk of bread and cheese, watching the busy street at the end of the alleyway. He wondered if he\u2019d see the boy again, back to his antics of racing teams of horses. The child was probably letting off steam, just as Nic had done all his life\u2014he\u2019d been about the child\u2019s age when he\u2019d first starting scrapping with others.<\/p>\n

But that was in the past. Not since his voyage aboard the Mirabella had Nic indulged the need, succumbed to the desire to enter a fight. Several times now, he\u2019d had the opportunity\u2014and enough cause\u2014to take another man down. But he had walked away. He knew, deep down he knew, that if he was ever to face his sisters, Odessa and Moira, again, if he was to come to them and admit he was penniless, everything would somehow be all right if he was settled inside. If he could come to a place of peace within, the kind of peace Manuel had known. It was the kind of thing that allowed a man to stand<\/p>\n

up straight, shoulders back, the kind of thing that gave a man\u2019s gut peace. Regardless of what he accomplished, or had in the past. Thing was, he hadn\u2019t found that place of comfort inside, and he didn\u2019t want what Manuel tried to sell him\u2014God.<\/p>\n

There had to be another way, another path. Something like this work. Hard manual labor. That might be what he needed most.<\/p>\n

Nic heard a man calling, his voice a loud whisper, and his eyes narrowed as the man came limping around the corner, obviously in pain, his arm in a sling. \u201cYou, there!\u201d he called to Nic. \u201cSeen a boy around? About yea big?\u201d he said, gesturing to about chest height.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, he was here,\u201d Nic called back. He set his canteen inside the empty wagon and walked to the end of the alleyway.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019d he go?\u201d the man said. Nic could see the same widow\u2019s peak in the man\u2019s brown hair that the boy had, the same curve of the eyes \u2026 the boy\u2019s father, clearly.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot sure. One minute he was watching me at work, the next he was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s my boy, all right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll help you find him.\u201d<\/p>\n

The man glanced back at him and then gave him a small smile. He stuck out his good arm and offered his hand. \u201cI\u2019d appreciate that. Name\u2019s Vaughn. Peter Vaughn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDominic St. Clair,\u201d he replied. \u201cYou can call me Nic.\u201d<\/p>\n

Peter smiled. His dimples were in the exact same spot as the boy\u2019s. \u201cSure you can leave your work?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m nearly done. Let\u2019s find your boy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo on,\u201d Moira\u2019s sister urged, gazing out the window. \u201cHe\u2019s been waiting on you for a good bit now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what he sees in me,\u201d Moira said, wrapping the veil around her head and across her shoulder again. It left most of her face visible but covered the burns at her neck, ear, and scalp. Did it cover them enough? She nervously patted it, making sure it was in place.<\/p>\n

Odessa stepped away from washing dishes and joined her. \u201cHe might wonder what you see in him. Do you know what his story is? He seems wary.\u201d Their eyes met and Odessa backtracked. \u201cDaniel\u2019s a<\/p>\n

good man, Moira. I think highly of him. But I\u2019d like to know what has burdened him so. Besides you.\u201d She nudged her sister with her hip.<\/p>\n

Moira wiped her hands on the dish towel and glanced out at him as he strode across the lawn with Bryce, Odessa\u2019s husband. He was striking in profile, reminding her of the statues of Greek gods the French favored in their lovely tailored gardens. Far too handsome for her\u2014since the fire, anyway. She shook her head a little.<\/p>\n

\u201cMoira.\u201d<\/p>\n

Irritated at being caught in thought, Moira looked at Odessa again.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrust him, Moira. He\u2019s a good man. I can sense it.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded, but inwardly she sighed as she turned away and wrapped a scarf around her veiled head and shoulders. A good man. After Reid and Max and Gavin\u2014could she really trust her choice in men? Odessa was fortunate to have fallen for her husband, Bryce, a good man through and through. Moira\u2019s experiences with men had been less than successful. What made Odessa think this one was trustworthy?<\/p>\n

But as Daniel ducked his head through the door and inclined it to one side in silent invitation to walk with him, Moira thought about how he had physically saved her more than once. And how his gentle pursuit both bewildered and calmed her. Daniel had done nothing to deserve her suspicions.<\/p>\n

She moved over to the door. He glanced at her, and she noticed how his thick lashes made his brown eyes more pronounced. He shuffled his feet as if he were nervous. \u201cYou busy?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d Moira felt a nervous tension tighten her stomach muscles.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we, uh \u2026\u201d His gaze shifted to Odessa, who quickly returned to her dishes. \u201cGo for a walk?\u201d he finally finished.<\/p>\n

Moira smoothed her skirts and said, \u201cI\u2019d like that.\u201d Then, meeting her sister\u2019s surreptitious gaze, she followed him outside. It was a lovely day on the Circle M. The horses pranced in the distance. She could see her brother-in-law riding out with Tabito, the ranch\u2019s foreman.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you wanted to talk,\u201d she ventured.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s not a day that goes by that I don\u2019t want to talk to you, Moira,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

She looked up at him and then, when she saw the ardor in his gaze, she turned with a sigh.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t look away,\u201d he whispered gently, pulling her to face him. He reached to touch her veil, as if he longed to cradle her cheek instead.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Daniel, don\u2019t,\u201d she said and ran a nervous hand over the cover. He was tall and broad, and she did not feel physically menaced\u2014it was her heart that threatened to pound directly out of her chest. Perhaps she wasn\u2019t ready for this \u2026 the intimacies that a courtship brought.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d been dreaming about what it would be like to be kissed by him, held by him, but he never made such advances before. Never took the opportunity, leaving her to think that he was repulsed by<\/p>\n

her burns, her hair, singed to just a few inches long, her past relationship with Gavin, or her pregnancy\u2014despite what he claimed. Her hand moved to the gentle roundness of her belly, still small yet making itself more and more prominent each day. \u201cI \u2026 I\u2019m not even certain why you pursue me at all. Why you consider me worthy. \u201d<\/p>\n

He seemed stunned by her words. \u201cWorthy?\u201d he breathed. He let out a hollow, breathy laugh and then looked to the sky, running a hand through his hair. He shook his head and then slowly brought his brown eyes down to meet hers again. \u201cMoira,\u201d he said, lifting a hand to cradle her cheek and jaw, this time without hesitation. She froze, wondering if he intended to kiss her at last. \u201cI only hesitate because I am afraid,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cAfraid? You think I am not? I come to you scarred in so many ways, when you, you, Daniel, deserve perfection.\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he said, shaking his head too. \u201cIt is I who carry the scars. You don\u2019t know me. You don\u2019t know who I am. Who I once was. What I\u2019ve done \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo tell me,\u201d she pleaded. \u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared at her a moment longer, as if wondering if she was ready, wondering if she could bear it, and Moira\u2019s heart pounded again. Then, \u201cNo. I can\u2019t,\u201d he said with a small shake of his head. He sighed heavily and moved up the hill. \u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

An hour after they began their search for Everett Vaughn, Peter sat down on the edge of the boardwalk and looked up to the sky. His face was a mask of pain. \u201cThat boy was hard to track when I wasn\u2019t hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019ll turn up,\u201d Nic reassured.<\/p>\n

Peter nodded and lifted his gaze to the street.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened to you?\u201d Nic said gently, sitting down beside the man. His eyes scanned the crowds for the boy even as he waited for Peter\u2019s response.<\/p>\n

\u201cCave-in, at my mine. That\u2019s why I\u2019m here. Looking for a good man to partner with me. I\u2019m onto a nice vein, but I\u2019m livin\u2019 proof that a man\u2019s a fool to mine alone.\u201d He looked at Nic and waited until he met his gaze. \u201cYou lookin\u2019 for work?\u201d He cocked his head to the side. \u201cI\u2019m offering a handsome deal. Fifty fifty.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nic let a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth. He glanced at the man, who had to be about his own age. There was an easy way about him that drew Nic, despite the pain evident in the lines of his face. \u201cThat is a handsome offer.\u201d He cocked his own head. \u201cBut I don\u2019t see you doing half the work, laid up like you are.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, not quite. But I\u2019ve already put a lot of work into it in the past three years, and I\u2019m still good for about a quarter of the labor. To say nothing of the fact that my name\u2019s on the claim.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nic paused, thinking about it, feeling drawn to help this man, but then shook his head. \u201cI\u2019m not very fond of small dark spaces.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo \u2026 make it bigger. Light a lamp.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nic shook his head, more firmly this time. \u201cNo. I\u2019d rather find another line of work.\u201d<\/p>\n

Just then he spotted the boy, running the street again. \u201cThere he is,\u201d Nic said, nodding outward. The boy\u2019s father followed his gaze and with a grimace, rose to his feet. As they watched, the boy ran under a wagon that had temporarily pulled to a stop. Then he jumped up on the back of another, riding it for about twenty feet until he was passing by them. His face was a mask of elation.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverett! Ev! Come on over here!\u201d<\/p>\n

Everett\u2019s eyes widened in surprise. He jumped down and ran over to them, causing a man on horseback to pull back hard on his reins and swear.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, friend,\u201d Peter said, raising his good arm up to the rider. The horseman shook his head and then rode on.<\/p>\n

Peter grabbed his son\u2019s arm and, limping, hauled him over to the boardwalk. \u201cI\u2019ve told you to stay out of the street.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo did I,\u201d Nic said, meeting the boy\u2019s gaze. The child flushed red and glanced away.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019d best be on our way,\u201d Peter said. \u201cThanks for helpin\u2019 me find my boy.\u201d He reached out a hand and Nic rose to shake it. Peter paused. \u201cIt\u2019s not often a man has a chance at entering a claim agreement once a miner has found a vein that is guaranteed to pay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nic hesitated as he dropped Peter\u2019s hand. \u201cI\u2019ve narrowly escaped with my life on more than one occasion, friend. I\u2019m aiming to look up my sisters, but not from a casket.\u201d<\/p>\n

Peter lifted his chin, but his eyes betrayed his weariness and disappointment. What would it mean for him? For his boy, not to find a willing partner? Would they have to give up the mine just as they were finally on the edge of success? And what of the boy\u2019s mother? His unkempt, too-small clothes told him Everett had been without a mother for some time.<\/p>\n

He hesitated again, feeling a pang of compassion for them both. \u201cShould I change my mind \u2026 where would I find you?\u201d<\/p>\n

A glimmer of hope entered Peter\u2019s eyes. \u201cA couple miles out of St. Elmo. Just ask around for the Vaughn claim up in the Gulch and someone\u2019ll point you in our direction.\u201d He reached out a hand. \u201cI\u2019d be much obliged, Nic. And I\u2019m not half bad at cookin\u2019 either. I\u2019d keep you in grub. Give it some thought. But don\u2019t be too put out if you get there, and I\u2019ve found someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Nic said with a smile. \u201cSafe journey.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd to you.\u201d He turned away, tugging at his boy\u2019s shoulder, but the child looked back at Nic, all big pleading eyes.<\/p>\n

Hurriedly, Nic walked away in the opposite direction. He fought the desire to turn and call out to them. Wasn\u2019t he looking for work? Something that would allow him to ride on to Bryce and Odessa\u2019s ranch without his tail tucked between his legs? The man had said the mine was sure to pay.\u2026 I\u2019m onto a nice vein.\u2026<\/p>\n

Was that a miner\u2019s optimism or the truth?<\/p>\n

Not yet?\u201d Moira sputtered, following him. She frowned in confusion. He had been coaxing her forward, outward, steadily healing her with his kind attentions these last two months. But now it was as if they were at some strange impasse. What was he talking about? What had happened to him?<\/p>\n

She hurried forward and grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop and turn again to face her. Her veil clung to her face in the early evening breeze. \u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n

He slowly lifted his dark eyes to meet hers.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is about me, isn\u2019t it?\u201d she asked. \u201cYou attempt to spare my feelings but find me repulsive. I can hardly fault you, but\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he said, with another hollow laugh. \u201cContrary to what you believe, Moira St. Clair, not everything boils down to you. You are braver than you think and more beautiful than you dare to believe. I believe we\u2019re destined to be together.\u201d<\/p>\n

Moira held her breath. Then what\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he went on. \u201cThis is about something I need to resolve. Something that needs to be done, or at least settled in my mind, my heart, before I can properly court you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? What is it, Daniel?\u201d she tried once more.<\/p>\n

He only looked at her helplessly, mouth half open, but mute.<\/p>\n

She crossed her arms and turned her back to him, staring out across the pristine valley, the land of the Circle M. It hurt her that he felt he couldn\u2019t confide in her as she had with him. She stiffened when he laid his big hands on her shoulders. \u201cI don\u2019t need to be rescued, Daniel,\u201d she said in a monotone. \u201cGod has seen me to this place, this time. He\u2019ll see me through to the next \u2026 with or without you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I don\u2019t. We\u2019ve been courting all summer, whether you realize it or not. And now you say that there is something else that needs to be resolved? You assume much, Daniel Adams. You think that I\u2019ll wait forever?\u201d She let out a scoffing laugh. \u201cIt\u2019s clear you do not fear that any other man might pursue me. Not that I blame you \u2026\u201d She turned partly away and stared into the distance. \u201cPlease. Don\u2019t let this linger on. I cannot bear it. Not if you do not intend to claim me as your own.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was silent for a long minute. Oh, that he would but turn her and meet her lips at last \u2026<\/p>\n

But he didn\u2019t. \u201cWe both have a lot to think through, pray through, Moira,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, well, let me know when that is accomplished,\u201d she said over her shoulder, walking away as fast as she could, lest he see the tears that were already rolling down her cheeks.<\/p>\n

\u00a92010 Cook Communications Ministries. Claim by Lisa Bergren. Used with permission. May not be further reproduced. All rights reserved.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

MY REVIEW:<\/strong><\/p>\n

The third and final book in Lisa Bergren’s The Homeward Trilogy, Claim<\/a><\/strong><\/em> is a fitting conclusion to the series, which in my opinion would make wonderful epic movies. Although it features Nic St. Clair, Moira’s story is also heavily featured and tied up nicely at the end. Bryce and Odessa take a back seat in this edition but their presence is still evident.<\/p>\n

In Claim<\/a><\/strong><\/em>, Nic continues his journey to check on his sisters but becomes sidetracked in Gunnison, Colorado where he meets Peter and Everett Vaughn, then schoolteacher Sabine. More tragedy, mishaps, adventure and even romance are in store for Nic after he agrees to partner with the Vaughns at their gold mine. A real prodigal son story, Claim <\/a><\/strong><\/em>illustrates Nic’s spiritual journey as he learns to recognize God’s involvement in his life.<\/p>\n

I loved the entire series and would recommend it to anyone who enjoys historical fiction. Although Claim<\/a><\/strong><\/em> can stand on its own, I suggest that Breathe<\/a><\/strong><\/em> and Sing<\/a><\/strong><\/em> be read first in order to appreciate the entire story.<\/p>\n


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