{"product_id":"2940012689191","title":"THE GIRL OF O. K. VALLEY - A ROMANCE OF THE OKANAGAN","description":"This ebook edition has been proofed and corrected and compiled to be read with without errors!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn excerpt from the beginning of the first chapter:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Immigrant\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith his shaggy brows down and his hands at his back, rancher Jackson was pacing the floor of his large airy kitchen. He was in one of his oft-recurring tantrums of anger-madness over small matters. His gloomy personality was hanging over the farm-house like an impending cloudburst, ready, on the slightest provocation, to break into a torrent of abuse.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA woman, shabbily clad, her bent back alone visible, was busy over the kitchen range stirring the contents of a large pot. This woman was Colin Jackson's wife—a three-quarter witted nobody who was at the beck and call of everybody; of little or no account to anybody, and likely to die as she was living, in pitiable obscurity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Colin, the train should be in soon. Aren't you thinking of sending Jim in with the buggy to bring your niece up?\" she ventured timidly without raising her head or slackening in her stirring of the pot. \"She's had a long journey and is sure to be tired out.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJackson stopped to make sure that he had heard aright, although in reality he had been waiting, almost anxiously, for some considerable time, for a remark of such a nature. The storm was precipitated. To Jean Jackson it was almost more welcome than the tension and the gloom of its gathering.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"She can walk,\" he snapped. \"It'll do her good after her long rest in the train. If she has managed over the Atlantic and across the Continent, there's a mighty poor chance of her missing her way between Vernock and here. Worse luck! If she happened to get off her track it would be little loss. She represents just another to feed, another to clothe and—Lord protect me!—another woman to put up with. Goodness only knows!—haven't I worries enough already without her?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It beats me to understand,\" he continued, warming to his tirade as he strode to the window and back again to the kitchen cabinet, \"why some men get married, raise a brood, then die—as if in their so doing they had attained the height of all possible earthly ambition—dying too, generally not worth a corn-cob. Why don't they die first and be done with it? It would save their relatives a deal of trouble in looking after their brats later on.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I know it, Colin—well I know it,\" agreed his wife in a piping voice, \"but the man didn't die intentionally. When your sister Mary was alive she never wrote you for any help. It was but natural that she should leave word for her orphan lass to be sent out to the only brother she had. It won't hurt the horse and buggy any to send them in to the station. It would be a kind of welcome to her besides.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hold your talk, woman!\" interrupted the rancher. \"I've said 'no' and that's an end of it. The oftener a horse runs the sooner it has to be shod. I don't believe in keeping horse-flesh for the pleasure of my ranch help. And a ranch help is what this lass will have to be so long as she is under my roof. She'll have to work here just as sure as she will want to eat here. The sooner too that she learns where she gets off at the better for her and all concerned with her. She's to be started in right. Do you understand? No ten days' wonder about it!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But I tell you, this one thing on the top of another is enough to drive a man to the asylum. Here have I been waiting for three years to lease Broadacres—a ranch that can grow as much on one acre as mine can on five—and now, when the chance comes, Menteith throws my offer aside and rents Broadacres, with the option of buying, to that interloping, sun-baked, retired British Army Captain who knows as much about ranching as a dog does about the whooping cough. And has robbed me of Tom Semple besides—the best ranch foreman in the whole Okanagan Valley.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"There's a payment due on the mortgage and nothing to pay it with; interest overdue, wages a month behind, the flume requiring repairs, seed to pay for, new implements to make a first payment on before I can get them. Now this!—the place is to be turned into a damned orphanage.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"For two peas—ay, for a pea and a half—I would pack her off elsewhere. And, its as sure as God made little apples, she'll be of the strawberries-and-cream, ice-drink, afternoon-tea variety, always with a headache or a pain. That's what her father was, I'm thinking. And they say she's him over again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But—mark my words—into the barn and the dairy she goes, neck and crop, just as soon as she gets here.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJackson took a long breath and sighed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, well!—there's one grand consolation, she'll be something new for Lizbeth to put her spite out on. That'll maybe give me a rest from that sarcastic tongue of hers.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u0026lt;","brand":"Leila's Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47147381948656,"sku":"2940012689191","price":1.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012689191_p0.jpg?v=1763571485","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012689191","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}