Rhonda, I knew this was coming, but now that you say it's in the works, your timing is wonderful - it's like a Christmas present to me!! And all your other faithful readers that love you so much. I don't even mind waiting, just to know it's on the way. You made my day!

Thanks Cindy. Here is the prologue for book #4, a series called A Thousand Stars.

Shadow, Oklahoma 1950


Seeking relief from the late July heat, Caroline Coulter carried her ten-month-old son into the Kiamichi River. Bending forward, she held the baby under the arms, sweeping his chubby little feet over the surface of the calm, cool river. A sudden pang struck and she straightened her back, hoping the angle of her pregnant body had caused the pain. The moment passed and she breathed a little easier, but decided to leave the water. Two steps toward the bank a stronger pain struck. Panicked, she looked to where her husband stood talking to his parents and keeping an eye on their other two children.
“Cecil!” she cried.
Her panicked voice drew her husband’s immediate attention and he did not hesitate to move. He was at her side in seconds and took the baby from her.
Concern lined his handsome face. “Can you make it to the bank?”
She nodded shortly. “I think so.”
He held the baby with one arm and wrapped his other arm around her. Together they made slow progress until Cecil’s father joined them and took charge of the baby. A few feet from the bank, Caroline stopped abruptly and placed her hands under her pregnant belly.
“This baby is coming,” she said.
Big-boned and tall, Caroline Coulter wasn’t an easy load, but Cecil lifted and carried her to the edge of river bank where he laid her gently on a quilt his mother had spread over the ground.
“I’ll get the truck,” he said.
Cecil started to turn toward the path that led up and away from the river to the blacktop road.
“There’s no time,” Caroline managed.
Cecil’s father patted his son’s shoulder, “Looks like number four’s in a hurry.”
Cecil ran a hand through his hair. “It’s too soon, Daddy,” he murmured.
Caroline closed her eyes and released a low moan. Grandma Coulter looked at Cecil and Caroline’s two older children huddled together near their father, staring at their mother in wide-eyed fear.
Grandma turned to her husband. “Take the kids back to the house.”
While Grandpa Coulter shepherded Cecil and Caroline’s three young children to his car, Grandma Coulter knelt at Caroline’s side and looked up at her son.
“Go on and get the truck down here,” Grandma said. “Once this baby comes we’ll need to get into town.”
Caroline leaned back on her elbows, digging her heels into the soft earth of the river bank; within seconds, river water pooled beneath her feet.


Fifteen minutes later, Daniel Coulter was born into the waiting hands of his grandmother. She wrapped him in a soft towel and cuddled him close to her bosom. When she wiped his tiny face he began to cry, angry and loud. She smiled and kissed his tiny forehead.
“A spirited boy,” she said.
Cecil carried Caroline to the truck and Grandma followed closely behind with the tiny bundle. Once they were headed toward town, Caroline leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder and closed her eyes.
“That river wanted this boy,” she murmured.

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