Rivers of Gold

by Tracie Peterson Narrated by Laural Merlington

Overview

Miranda Colton, presumed dead, finds herself under the care of a native Alaskan and a studious botanist from England, Teddy Davenport. Miranda only longs to find her friends and continue north. She fears that her chances are diminishing with each passing day.




Teddy is deeply committed to his research of the unique landscape of the rugged Alaskan frontier. But despite his intentions, Miranda's presence awakens a deep tenderness in his character. As a friendship with Teddy blossoms, Miranda struggles inwardly with her earlier dreams. Then the menacing force from the past threatens to destroy everything she holds dear . . .

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly

In this third and final installment in the Yukon Quest series, Peterson, a veteran author of 35 novels, satisfies her loyal fans by tying up the loose ends left dangling in the previous two volumes, but leaves readers wishing for more character development and a believable story line. After narrowly escaping death in Canada's Lake Laberge, the half-drowned Miranda Colton is thrown upon the mercy of Thomas "Teddy" Davenport, a botanist intent on finishing a book about plant vegetation, and determined not to be diverted by romance. Just a few miles away, Karen Ivankov; her husband, Adrik; and Miranda's very pregnant sister-in-law, Grace Colton, struggle to live through the chilling Yukon winter in only a tent. They grieve for Miranda, whom they believe is dead. Meanwhile, Grace's husband, Peter, regrets his past treatment of the wife he has given up for lost, unaware that she is alive and about to make him a father. Peterson keeps the pace light and the characters mostly one-dimensional. There are too many disasters: fires destroy buildings, a murder is committed, loved ones are injured or fall sick, kidnappings occur, justice goes awry. The characters' Christian faith rarely wavers in the face of such adversity; even debauched alcoholic Crispin Thibault undergoes a deathbed conversion. But despite the contrived plot and faint character development, Peterson's writing is strong enough to keep readers turning the pages. (Feb.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.

From the Publisher

"Peterson's writing is strong enough to keep readers turning the pages." —Publishers Weekly

Product Details

BN ID:	2940170979530
Publisher:	Tantor Audio
Publication date:	01/13/2015
Series:	Yukon Quest Series , #3
Edition description:	Unabridged

Read an Excerpt

Miranda Colton floated in a sea of warmth, the sensation unlike any she had ever known. Maybe I've died, she thought. Maybe I've died and this is heaven. She attempted to open her eyes to confirm her thoughts, but her eyelids were too heavy.

Drifting in and out of a hazy sleep, Miranda knew nothing but the comfort and assurance that all was well. There was no sense of panic. No fear of the unknown. Her spirit rested in complete peace.

In her dreams, she saw herself as a young child, happily playing in fields of flowers, the mist of the ocean upon her skin, the salty taste upon her lips. She lifted her face to the sun and felt the delicious warmth engulf her. She would like to stay here forever. Safe and warm. Happily contented among the green grasses and colorful flowers. At times, a delicate aroma wafted through the air, delighting her further with the luscious scent of roses, honeysuckle, and lilacs.

Then voices called to her. Miranda didn't recognize the language, but somehow she knew the words were being spoken to her. She struggled to listen—to understand. With great difficulty she opened her eyes and stared into the brown, well-worn face of an old woman.

Miranda felt no sense of recollection at the sight of the serious countenance before her. The woman was clearly a stranger, yet she seemed so concerned, so gentle. A momentary tremble of fear seized Miranda's heart, but the woman's tender touch made her realize the old woman was no threat to her well-being.

"You wake up now," the woman said in a thick, almost guttural tongue.

Miranda opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. Her mouth felt as if it werestuffed with cotton. Closing her eyes, she heard the woman call to her again.

"No sleep. You make too much sleep. You wake up now."

The command did little good. Miranda had no energy for the task.

She felt the woman swab her face with a cool cloth. The woman gently urged, "You wake up. You no die."

Die? Miranda wondered at the word as she listened to the woman chatter on. Wasn't she already dead? She couldn't remember what had happened to her, but she was certain that it had been a very difficult journey. It didn't startle her to think of dying or even of being dead. She merely wondered why she couldn't wake up. Weren't you supposed to see pearly gates and hosts of angels after death? Nowhere in her church upbringing could she remember anything about brown-faced women escorting a person to their reward.

The woman forced water into Miranda's mouth. The cold liquid felt marvelous as it trickled down her throat, dissolving the cotton taste. How very pleasant, Miranda thought.

"How is she?" a masculine voice questioned in a decidedly English accent.

Miranda started to open her eyes, certain that she was about to meet God. Funny, she had never thought of him as an Englishman. She hesitated a moment. Didn't the Bible say that you would die if you saw God's face?

Then it came to her. If this is God, then I'm already dead and it won't matter. She opened her eyes, prepared to meet her maker. Instead, she met the compassionate gaze of dark brown eyes. The man had a gentleness about him as he leaned over her to touch her forehead.

"I say, seems the fever is gone. You'll soon be right as rain." His dark brown mustache twitched ever so slightly as he offered her a smile.

"What?" Miranda barely croaked the word out.

The man patted her on the head as if she were a small child. "Nellie will fix you right up. You'll see. She's quite gifted in the ways of healing."

Miranda wanted to question the man but had no energy to do so. She watched in silence as he turned to the woman. His alabaster skin was quite the contrast to the older woman's native complexion. His dark hair had a haphazard lay to it. Perhaps he had just awakened, or perhaps he wasn't given to worrying over appearances.

"I've prepared the herbs you asked for, Nellie. That should help considerably. Shall I put a pot of water on to boil?"

The old woman nodded and followed the man. Miranda wanted to call out to them and beg them not to leave her, but again her voice failed her. She tried to remember what had happened to her. How did I get here? But even as she worked at the foggy memories, Miranda knew only one thing for certain. This wasn't heaven—she wasn't dead.

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