This was accidental foray into inspirational fiction for me, but the writing is really quite captivating with very realistic and flawed characters. McKenna dragged her unwilling and petulant 14 years old man-boy brother to start afresh in Cooper Creek leaving behind a troublesome past. Unfortunately, they arrived at her cousin's homestead only to find her beloved cousin gravely ill and the latter in her dying moment bequeathed her ranch and her 5 year old daughter to McKenna's care. So instead of finding peace and support, she gained even greater burden on her already laden shoulders, struggling to keep the ranch afloat, her brother out of the trouble he constantly attracted and to build up trust and love with the little orphan Emma.
McKenna did not have time to spare for anyone else, certainly not Wyatt Caradon, the U.S. marshal, who infuriatingly appear all too frequently to provide assistance that she did not request and only begrudgingly accepted. Wyatt was an unusual amalgamation of alpha male on the outside and sensitive beta on the inside. McKenna annoyed me somewhat in the beginning, being all too quick to judge people and inflexible in her interactions with others, whereas Wyatt was more intuitive and empathetic - and very patient.
I love the portrayal of little Emma, very genuine and age appropiate, as one of my pet hates is when kids spouts words of wisdom unfathomable for their age using the vocabulary of an English professor. I also love the glimpses into the lives of very early Chinese migrants, something we don't frequently encounter in Westerns. There is great attention to detail, not just historically and the surroundings, but also in terms of the nuances of human behaviour, which justifies the RITA award this book won previously. Even if you're not into Christian fiction (like me), this book is a pleasure to read and the Christian references, although obviously are tied in well with the plot, nevertheless can be skimmed through without taking away the gist of the story line. It was let down by a rushed ending with very neat resolutions of multiple issues encountered by the protagonists along the way.
She took a breath. Opened her mouth to speak. Then emptied her lungs and let him go. Because she knew—in that secret, hidden place inside her, that slender space between the reality of what men were and the dream of what a man could be—that come tomorrow, or the next day, or the next . . . Wyatt Caradon would be gone.
When a man was born, he got dealt a certain hand right off, and he had to play that hand, whether good or bad. He’d sampled enough of people’s lives—and hands of poker—to see those born into a royal flush throw it all away. While those given a meager two pair ended up with a life most people would’ve traded their eyeteeth for. It wasn’t the hand a person was dealt that determined the outcome—it was the person holding the cards who made the difference.
She hadn’t told him what was bothering her like he’d hoped she would. He wanted to know who the enemy was, so he could go to battle for her. That’s what he did. He pursued and he fought. But somehow, in the quiet of this moment, in the hush of her tears, he realized that this had cost her more than if she’d shared her burden with him tonight.