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ZONDERVAN

Loving Libby

Copyright © 1995, 2005 by Robin Lee Hatcher

Previously published as
Liberty Blue
by HarperCollins
Publishers

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Hatcher, Robin Lee.

Loving Libby / Robin Lee Hatcher.

p. cm.

Originally published as Liberty Blue. New York: Harper, 1995. (revised content)

ISBN-13: 978-0-310-25690-8

I. Title.

PS3558.A73574 L68 2005

813'.54—dc22

2005010117

All Scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any other—except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher.

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To those who understand the joy of second chances.
And to the Lord who covers us with His grace,
removing our sins, as far from us
as the east is from the west.

CONTENTS

Title Page

Copyright Page

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Twenty-Two

Twenty-Three

Twenty-Four

Twenty-Five

Twenty-Six

Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Eight

Twenty-Nine

Thirty

Thirty-One

Thirty-Two

Thirty-Three

Epilogue

About the Publisher

Share Your Thoughts

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.

Richard Lovelace

I run in the path of your commands,
for you have set my heart free.

Psalm 119:32 NIV

One

May 1890
Blue Springs Ranch, Idaho Territory

“Not again, Bevins,” Libby whispered to herself as she peered at the horseman’s approach through the latticework of sunlight and shadows. “Not as long as I’ve got breath in my body.”

Obscured by the thick grove of cottonwoods and pines, the rider stopped his horse. Libby had difficulty keeping track of him as dusk settled over the barnyard. Whatever he was up to, it wasn’t good. It never was with Timothy Bevins.

She stepped back from the window until certain she couldn’t be seen, then moved to the front door, checking to see if it was tightly latched. It was.

A small sigh of relief escaped her. But her relief was short-lived. Bevins wouldn’t break into her house. No, that method was too direct and could get him in trouble with the law. He would take an underhanded approach.

Well, you can’t scare me off.

She pressed her lips into a determined line. She wasn’t going anywhere, frightened or not. And she wouldn’t wait for Bevins to make the first move either. She wouldn’t give him a chance to do his dirty work. Not this time.

She grabbed the double-barreled shotgun that rested against the wall. Then, fortifying herself with a deep breath, she walked to Sawyer’s bedroom, peeking inside at the boy lying on the bed.

“Sawyer, something’s got the horses worked up. Probably another coyote. I’m going out to run it off. If you hear anything, don’t be scared. It’s just me.”

“I don’t scare so easy, Libby.” He raised his scabbed-over chin to a brave tilt.

“I know you don’t.”
And neither do I.

She hurried through the kitchen to the back door, opened it silently, and stepped outside. Evening had changed the colors of the earth and sky into varying shades of gray and black. The trees were threatening silhouettes, looming overhead, their scraggly arms reaching toward her.

Bevins could be anywhere.
Perhaps he watched her even now.

She sidled along the side of the house, making her way toward the wide clearing at the front, searching every shadow.

You can’t scare me, you yellow-bellied snake in the grass.
You can’t run me off my land.

Libby quit running over six years ago. This was her home, her land. Aunt Amanda had entrusted the ranch to Libby, and she meant to protect it and everyone on it. She wouldn’t let Timothy Bevins run her off, no matter what he did, no matter what he threatened to do. And he wouldn’t get another chance to hurt Sawyer either. Spooking the boy’s horse was the last straw. Absolutely the last straw.

She heard the snap of a twig off to her right. Startled, she turned and, in the waning light, saw him stepping out of the trees. More important, she saw the rifle in his hand.

She reacted instinctively, raising the shotgun and firing before he had a chance to do the same. The kick of the gun slammed her back against the side of the house as she squeezed off the second shot.

She gasped for air, her ears ringing, her shoulder throbbing. Had either shot hit Bevins? She hoped not. She only meant to scare him. As her vision cleared, she looked across the yard and saw him lying in the dirt.

He didn’t move.

Oh, Lord. Don’t let him be dead. Don’t let me be guilty
of murder.

Gulping down panic, she dropped the shotgun and cautiously made her way toward him, uncertain what she would do if he was dead, uncertain what she should do if he wasn’t.

She reminded herself that Bevins was to blame for the death of Dan Deevers, Sawyer’s father. Dan, her ranch foreman, had been out in that January ice storm because Bevins ran off more of her sheep. He’d been stealing them a few at a time for the past year. She knew it was him, but she couldn’t prove it. Just like she couldn’t prove he’d spooked Sawyer’s horse on purpose yesterday. The boy could have broken his neck in that fall.

The Good Book said not to hate a man, but Libby had a problem with that command when it came to Bevins.

Reaching him, she steeled herself against a bloody sight, then looked down.

Father God, what have I done?

Libby dropped to her knees and stared at the man she’d shot. It wasn’t Bevins. It wasn’t one of Bevins’s hired thugs. It was someone she’d never seen before.

God forgive her. She’d killed an innocent man.

The stranger groaned.

With a quick prayer of thanks that he wasn’t dead after all, Libby sprang into action. She had to stanch the bleeding. No time to wonder who he was or what he’d been doing, sneaking around her place at this time of evening.

She raced to the house, wishing for once that she hadn’t forsaken her long skirts and petticoats for the freedom of denim britches. Cotton petticoats made good bandages.

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