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By Mary Connealy
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Mosqueros, Texas, 1867
The Five Horsemen of the Apocalypse rode in.
Late as usual.
Grace Calhoun was annoyed with their tardiness at the same time she wished they'd never come back from the noon recess.
They shoved their way into their desks, yelling and wrestling as if they were in a hurry. No doubt they were. They couldn't begin tormenting her until they sat down, now, could they?
Grace Calhoun clenched her jaw to stop herself from nagging. Early in the school year, she'd realized that her scolding amused them and, worse yet, inspired them. To think she'd begged their father to send his boys to school.
Her gaze locked on Mark Reeves. She knew that look. The glint in his eyes told her he was planning ... something ... awful.
Grace shuddered. Seven girls and fifteen boys in her school. Most were already working like industrious little angels.
The noise died down. Grace stood in front of the room and cleared her throat to buy time until her voice wouldn't shake. Normally she could handle them—or at least survive their antics. But she hadn't eaten today and it didn't look as though she'd eat soon.
"Sally, will you please open your book to page ten and read aloud for the class?"
"Yes, Miss Calhoun." With a sweet smile, six-year-old Sally McClellen, her Texas accent so strong Grace smiled, stood beside her desk and lifted the first grade reader.
Grace's heart swelled as the little girl read without hesitation, her blue eyes focused on the pages, her white-blond hair pulled back in a tidy braid. Most of her students were coming along well.
Grace folded her skeletal hands together with a prayer of thankfulness for the good and a prayer for courage for the bad. She added prayers for her little sisters, left behind in Chicago, supported with her meager teacher's salary.
A high-pitched squeak disrupted her prayerful search for peace. A quick glance caught only a too-innocent expression on Ike Reeves's face.
Mark's older brother Ike stared at the slate in front of him. Ike studying was as likely as Grace roping a longhorn bull, dragging him in here, and expecting the creature to start parsing sentences. There was no doubt about it. The Reeves boys were up to something.
She noticed a set of narrow shoulders quivering beside Mark. Luke Reeves, the youngest of the triplets—Mark, Luke, and John. All three crammed in one front-row desk built to hold two children. The number of students was growing faster than the number of desks.
She'd separated them, scolded, added extra pages to their assignments. She'd kept them in from recess and she'd kept them after school.
And, of course, she'd turned tattletale and complained to their father, repeatedly, to absolutely no avail. She'd survived the spring term with the Reeves twins, barely. The triplets weren't school age yet then. After the fall work was done, they came. All five of them. Like a plague of locusts, only with less charm.
The triplets were miniature versions of their older twin brothers, Abraham and Isaac. Their white-blond hair was as unruly as their behavior. They dressed in the next thing to rags. They were none too clean, and Grace had seen them gather for lunch around what seemed to be a bucket full of meat.
They had one tin bucket, and Abe, the oldest, would hand out what looked like cold beefsteak as the others sat beside him, apparently starved half to death, and eat with their bare hands until the bucket was empty.
Why didn't their father just strap a feed bag on their heads? What was that man thinking to feed his sons like this?
Easy question. Their father wasn't thinking at all.
He was as out of control as his sons. How many times had Grace talked to Daniel Reeves? The man had the intelligence of the average fence post, the personality of a wounded warthog, and the stubbornness of a flea-bitten mule. Grace silently apologized to all the animals she'd just insulted.
Grace noticed Sally standing awkwardly beside her desk, obviously finished.
"Well done, Sally." Grace could only hope she told the truth. The youngest of the three McClellen girls could have been waltzing for all Grace knew.
"Thank you, Miss Calhoun." Sally handed the book across the aisle to John Reeves.
The five-year-old stood and began reading, but every few words he had to stop. John was a good reader, so it wasn't the words tripping him up. Grace suspected he couldn't control his breathing for wanting to laugh.
The rowdy Reeves boys were showing her up as a failure. She needed this job, and to keep it she had to find a way to manage these little monsters.
She'd never spanked a student in her life. Can I do it? God, should I do it?
Agitated nearly to tears, Grace went to her chair and sat down.
"Aahhh!" She jumped to her feet.
All five Reeves boys erupted in laughter.
Grace turned around and saw the tack they'd put on her chair. Resisting the urge to rub her backside, she whirled to face the room.
Most of the boys were howling with laughter. Most of the girls looked annoyed on her behalf. Sally had a stubborn expression of loyalty on her face that would have warmed Grace's heart if she hadn't been pushed most of the way to madness.
Grace had been handling little girls all her life, but she knew nothing about boys.
Well, she was going to find out if a spanking would work. Slamming her fist onto her desk, she shouted, "I warned you boys, no more pranks. Abraham, Isaac, Mark, Luke, John, you get up here. You're going to be punished for this."
"We didn't do it!" The boys chorused their denials at the top of their lungs. She'd expected as much, but this time she wasn't going to let a lack of solid evidence sway her. She knew good and well who'd done this.
Driven by rage, Grace turned to get her ruler. Sick with the feeling of failure but not knowing what else to do, she jerked open the drawer in her teacher's desk.
A snake struck out at her. Screaming, Grace jumped back, tripped over her chair, and fell head over heels.
With a startled cry, Grace landed hard on her backside. She barely registered an alarming ripping sound as she bumped her head against the wall hard enough to see stars. Her skirt fell over her head, and her feet—held up by her chair—waved in the air. She shoved desperately at the flying gingham to cover herself decently. When her vision cleared, she looked up to see the snake, dangling down out of the drawer, drop onto her foot.
It disappeared under her skirt, and she felt it slither up her leg. Her scream could have peeled the whitewash off the wall.
Grace leapt to her feet. The chair got knocked aside, smashing into the wall. She stomped her leg, shrieking, the snake twisting and climbing past her knee. She felt it wriggling around her leg, climbing higher. She whacked at her skirt and danced around trying to shake the reptile loose.
The laughter grew louder. A glance told her all the children were out of the desks and running up and down the aisle.
One of the McClellen girls raced straight for her. Beth McClellen dashed to her side and dropped to her knees in front of Grace. The nine-year-old pushed Grace's skirt up and grabbed the snake.
Backing away before Grace accidentally kicked her, Beth said, "It's just a garter snake, ma'am. It won't hurt you none."
Heaving whimpers escaped with every panting breath. Grace's heart pounded until it seemed likely to escape her chest and run off on its own. Fighting for control of herself, she got the horrible noises she was making under control then smoothed her hair with unsteady hands. She stared at the little snake, twined around Beth's arm.
Beth's worried eyes were locked on Grace. The child wasn't sparing the snake a single glance. Because, of course, Beth and every other child in this room knew it was harmless. Grace knew it, too. But that didn't mean she wanted the slithery thing crawling up her leg!
"Th—ank—" Grace couldn't speak. She breathed like a winded horse, sides heaving, hands sunk in her hair. The laughing boys drowned out her words anyway.
Beth turned to the window, eased the wooden shutters open, and lowered the snake gently to the ground. The action gave Grace another few seconds to gather her scattered wits.
Trying again, she said, "Thank you, B-Beth. I'm not—not a-afraid of snakes."
The laughter grew louder. Mark Reeves fell out of his desk holding his stomach as his body shook with hilarity. The rest of the boys laughed harder.
Swallowing hard, Grace tried again to compose herself. "I was just startled. Thank you for helping me." Taking a step toward Beth, Grace rested one trembling hand on the young girl's arm. "Thank you very much, Beth."
Beth gave a tiny nod of her blond head, as if to encourage her and extend her deepest sympathy.
Grace turned to the rioting classroom—and her skirt fell off.
With a cry of alarm, Grace grabbed at her skirt.
The boys in the class started to whoop with laughter. Mark kicked his older brother Ike. Ike dived out of his chair onto Mark. They knocked the heavy two-seater student desk out of line. Every time they bumped into some other boy, their victim would jump into the fray.
Pulling her skirt back into place, she turned a blind eye to the chaos to deal with her clothes. Only now did she see that the tissue-thin fabric was shredded. A huge hole gaped halfway down the front. It was the only skirt she owned.
Beth, a natural caretaker, noticed and grabbed Grace's apron off a hook near the back wall.
Mandy McClellen rushed up along with Sally and all the other girls. Mandy spoke low so the rioting boys couldn't overhear. "This is your only dress, isn't it, Miss Calhoun?"
Grace nodded, fighting not to cry as the girls adjusted the apron strings around her waist to hold up her skirt. She'd patch it back together somehow, although she had no needle and thread, no money to buy them, and no idea how to use them.
Grace looked up to see the older Reeves boys making for the back of the schoolroom.
"Hold it right there." Mandy used a voice Grace envied.
The boys froze. They pivoted and looked at Mandy, as blond as her sisters and a close match in coloring to the Reeves, but obviously blessed with extraordinary power she could draw on when necessary. After the boys' initial surprise—and possibly fear—Grace saw the calculating expression come back over their faces.
"Every one of you," Mandy growled to frighten a hungry panther, "get back in your seats right now." She planted her hands on her hips and stared.
The whole classroom full of boys stared back. They hesitated, then at last, with sullen anger, caved before a will stronger than their own. Under Mandy's burning gaze, they returned to their seats. Grace's heart wilted as she tried to figure out how Mandy did it.
When the boys were finally settled, the eleven-year-old turned to Grace, her brow furrowed with worry. "I'm right sorry, Miss Calhoun," she whispered, "but you have to figure out how to manage 'em yourself. I can't do it for you."
Grace nodded. The child spoke the complete and utter truth.
The girls fussed over Grace, setting her chair upright and returning to her desk a book that had been knocked to the floor.
"Miss Calhoun?" Beth patted Grace's arm.
"Can I give you some advice?"
The little girl had pulled a snake out from under Grace's skirt. Grace would deny her nothing. "Of course."
"I think it's close enough to day's end that you ought to let everyone go home. You're too upset to handle this now. Come Monday morning you'll be calmer and not do something you'll regret."
"Or start something you can't finish," Sally added.
Grace knew the girls were right. Her temper boiled too near the surface. She was on the verge of a screaming fit and a bout of tears.
My dress! God, what am I going to do about it?
These boys! Dear, dear Lord God, what am I going to do about them?
She tried to listen for the still, small voice of God that had taken her through the darkest days of her life during her childhood in Chicago. He seemed to abandon her today. The good Lord had to know one of His children had never needed an answer more. But if God sent an answer, her fury drowned it out. She'd been putting off a showdown with these boys all term. It was time to deal with the problem once and for all.
Sally slipped her little hand into Grace's. "Boys are naughty."
Grace shared a look with Sally and had to force herself not to nod. Seven sweet little girls stood in a circle around her. Grace wanted to hug them all and then go after the boys with a broom, at least five of them. The other ten weren't so badly behaved. Except when inspired by the Reeves.
God had made boys and girls. He'd planned it. They were supposed to be this way. But how could a teacher stuff book learning in their heads when they wouldn't sit still or stop talking or quit wrestling?
Digging deep for composure, Grace said, "You girls return to your seats, please. And thank you for your help."
Beth shook her head frantically, obviously sensing Grace wasn't going to take her advice.
"It's all right, Beth. I've put this off too long as it is. And thank you again."
Beth's feet dragged as she followed her sisters and the other girls to her seat.
Grace waited as the room returned to relative quiet, except for the usual giggling and squirming of the Reeves boys.
Glancing between her chair seat and her open desk drawer, Grace was worried she might develop a nervous tic. She sat down but left the drawer open. An almost insane calm took over her body. "School is dismissed except for Abraham, Isaac, Mark, Luke, and John Reeves."
Forehead furrowed over her blond brows, Beth shook her head and gave a little "don't do it" wave.
Grace could tell by the way the sun shone in the west window that it was only a few minutes early for dismissal. Good. That gave her time to settle with these boys, and then she'd have it out with their father. Things were going to change around here!
The rest of the students, stealing frequent glances between her and the blond holy terrors in her midst, gathered up their coats and lunch pails and left the schoolhouse in almost total silence.
And that left Grace.
With the Five Horsemen of the Apocalypse.CHAPTER 2
Grace felt as if she were watching the second coming and hadn't repented.
Matching mutinous expressions settled on the Reeves' faces.
She said a prayer.
How do I reach them, Lord? Give me wisdom and patience.
Patience. She hunted through her mind for scripture about patience and remembered the long, cold years with Parrish. "But in all things approving ourselves as the ministers of God, in much patience, in afflictions, in necessities, in distresses."
That last part surely described her now. The Reeveses were an affliction. Getting through to them was a necessity. And her torn skirt alone qualified as sufficient distress, before she counted hunger and worry and a bruised backside. She needed to face all of that with patience.
She was fiercely determined to approve herself as a minister of God and bear whatever needed to be borne in order to reach these boys.
Exhausted, short of food, cold every night, and now wearing a ruined dress when she had none to replace it, Grace folded her hands in front of her.
With a sigh she felt all the way to her toes, she faced Mark. The ringleader. If she couldn't control him, she couldn't control any of them.
Her jaw clenched so her anger would not erupt in a tirade. "What do you think is the appropriate punishment for your actions today?"
Mark didn't even bother to feign an innocent expression. His look was far more reminiscent of "Try and punish me, teacher lady."
"We didn't do nothin', Miss Calhoun," he said. "I wonder who put that snake in your desk. That was a right mean thing to do."
A red-hot flash of temper nearly shocked Grace. She was surprised she was capable of this much rage. They always denied it. They didn't try to fake honesty. Instead, with smug disregard for any punishment she might mete out, they lied straight to her face.
"So on top of hurting me and disrupting class, you're also a liar—is that right, Mark? You can look me right in the eye and break a commandment?" Her voice rose with every word.
God, please give me patience. Please, I need a miracle to handle these boys.
Narrowing his eyes as if he didn't like being called a sinner, Mark didn't answer. He didn't mind being a sinner. Just don't dare call him one.
Excerpted from Calico Canyon by Mary Connealy. Copyright © 2008 Mary Connealy. Excerpted by permission of Barbour Publishing, Inc..
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I'd give this book a 10 if I could. My favorite book ever. So much fun to be had reading this one. Grace and Daniel are forced to marry and it is one wild ride to loving and trusting. His five rowdy boys give Grace a hard time, but she slowing wins them over. If you have not read this one you should do so now. I can't wait to read this one over and over.
Grace comes across as a snotty school teacher who looks down her nose at everyone around her. But Grace is hiding her past. She is supporting her adoptive sister and brothers back in Chicago and is only living on 2 dollars a month! Her other secret her adoptive abusive father finds her and Grace escapes into the wagon of Daniel Reeves. He can’t stand the school teacher and she does not think very highly of him either. Daniel has 5 active boys and Grace does not know how to handle them. After spending the night at Daniels home she is forced to marry him. To top it off a blizzard traps them all together for months! Will these two come to love each other by the time the snow melts or will they drive each other crazy? This is book two in the Lassoed in Texas series. I enjoyed it and liked how Grace came across being a jerk but deep down she was a nice person. What I liked: I really like the Reeve boys I kept laughing at their antics and how at first they did not like Grace but slowly they came to call her Ma. It was also fun to watch Grace and Daniel fall in love comedy and all. What I did not like: The story seemed a little unbelievable at first. They hate each other but it did not take very long for that to change. Grace also went from a timid girl to a spitfire woman really fast and it just seemed like a sudden change. She was also really young and Daniel had to explain everything to her even how babies where made! Over all I enjoyed this book but it did not quite live up to what I expected. I am interested to read the third book and see how the storyline started in this book develops and blossoms in the next book. This book was quite funny and still a good read.
I have read almost every book by Mary Connealy and haven't been disappointed once. I have to say that this is probably one of my favorites. After Daniel lost his first wife, he's had to raise five boys all on his own, which he does in a rather uncouth way. Grace is a tight laced school teacher with a past of her own to deal with, and is almost afraid of the five mischievous Reeves boys. However, through the devious minds of some meddlesome townsfolk, they find their lives thrown together--for better or for worse. Daniel's fears about losing another wife are realistic, and I love how Grace's character grows and adapts as she learns to love the madhouse she finds herself tied to. If you love those stories about love/hate relationships, this is a must read. I hope you enjoy Calico Canyon as much as I did!
Realy enjoy this author. She makes the characters come alive and seem so very real. There is humor throughout the book.
Loved every minute of it!
Mary Connealy is an excellent writer, her books are so funny. This is no exception. This is book 2 in the series and as soon as I finished it I ordered book 3. If you like romance in the west and want to laugh, this is great !
This book is a rollicking good time, one hilarious, suspenseful page after another. Don¿t miss this romantic comedy by the author of Petticoat Ranch. Grace Calhoun is the prim and proper school teacher whose life is made a living torture by Daniel Reeves¿ five boys¿ten-year-old twins and five-year-old triplets whose mother died giving birth to the triplets. Daniel is right proud of his boys and doesn¿t take to the new school teacher complaining about them and trying to nag him into making girls out of them. In fact, he ends up getting Grace fired. But it doesn¿t matter, because the day Grace gets fired is the day her past catches up with her. Someone is after her and he¿s ready for the ultimate revenge. I felt for poor Grace, getting trapped in the Canyon with Daniel and his unruly boys all winter. But she ended up holding her own. It was Daniel who was in for a miserable time! This book was so good, I¿m keeping it to read again later. So funny and realistic at the same time. I highly recommend it.
When I got the background on this book, I was a little apprehensive about reading it since I knew that it was about Miss Grace Calhoun. Upon reading Petticoat Ranch Miss Calhoun was present, but only faintly. She was definitely not my favorite character, especially in comparison to the wonders of Sophie and her girls. But, upon reading the first chapter of Calico Canyon Grace came slightly off her pedestal and I began to have some compassion for her. It was by the beginning of chapter three that I was enthralled and ready to commit a full friendship, and by the end of chapter five, I was ready to stand behind her and beat off all the bad guys. Grace is a real person, and just one more example of what you should not just a person by their first impression they leave with you. Grace is so much more than what she seemed and I'm so thrilled that I gave her a chance. But this book is about so much more than just dear Grace. We meet new characters with Tillie and a plausible romance that just makes sense. Tillie and Grace come from completely different backgrounds, but at the same time could not have more in common. Then there is Hannah and the others in Chicago with their own lives of triumph and struggles. This book captures so many real issues and does it in a wonderful fashion and light. Briefly to mention, there is slavery, and child abuse, and death, and love, and do not forget the idea of multiples!Mary did a great job with this story, and I was not at all let down! As a matter of fact I was nervous, to see what would happen. I am curious and anxious now about Hannah and Libby and I do hope that there will be more stories of their lives coming from our great author Mary Connealy. I strongly urge you to take the time to read Calico Canyon, it will not disappoint.
OK, these "marriage of convience" stories are always pretty contrived, but this one is a lot of fun too. Grace ran away from the cruel man who adopted her to find a new life in the west. Now her biggest worry is Daniel Reeves and his crop of unruly boys. Her attempts to disipline the boys end up with her butting heads with Daniel and losing her job, but that devestation pales in comparision to her fear when the cruel man who adopted her shows up in town. She escapes by hiding a wagon--which turns out to be Daniel's. So she ends up hiding out at his place, and after a visit from the parson she ends up married to him. Will she learn how to get along with Daniel and all those rambuckuous boys?Like I said, this was a fun read and the author throws in plenty of challenging situations for the characters to deal with. It can seem pretty contrived at times but it is a fun read for fans of light historicals.
Calico Canyon is another riveting, action-packed, heart-warming romance from Mary Connealy. Grace Calhoun is a prissy schoolmarm trying to escape her past. Daniel Reeves is a rambunctious mountain man with 5 rambunctious children trying to eke out a living in the wild west. When these two come together, sparks fly (LITERALLY). After her hasty exit from the town of Mosqueros, Grace finds herself married to Daniel. The story gets a whole lot more interesting after that! Tempers flare, hats fly, and love abounds in this wildly exciting story. In the midst of it all, Mary Connealy teaches an important lesson: God is faithful, no matter what. "It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness." Lamentations 3:22-23 Overall, I really was swept away in this fast-paced romance. It's a great addition to the Lassoed in Texas series.
As with every book of Mary's that I have read, I loved it. Everyone in town has the impression of Grace as the snooty, proper teacher who newly moved into town. She struggles to control Daniel Reeves' five rambunctious boys--three are a set of triplets, and the other two are twins. When, one day, everything in class gets completely out of hand, Daniel pays a visit and ends up getting Grace fired and his boys kicked out of school for the semester. The same day, Grace's abusive adoptive father pays her a visit. She hides from him in a wagon, only to realize the wagon belongs to none other than Daniel Reeve. Daniel finds her when he arrives home, and then the next day, the parson pays them a visit and forces them to marry. Poor Grace is stuck in a home full of six males, the very ones who got her fired from the job she desperately needed. This book is amazing! I can't wait to read the next in the series.
Awesome! Five stars!