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Web of Destiny: Faith, Love, Courage & Strength (The Kane Legacy, Band 2) - Softcover

Lacy, Al; Lacy, Joanna

 
9781590529256: Web of Destiny: Faith, Love, Courage & Strength (The Kane Legacy, Band 2)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 1590529251 ISBN 13: 9781590529256
Verlag: Multnomah, 2008

Inhaltsangabe

The Kane Legacy: faith, love, courage, and strength. In nineteenth-century Texas, they’re going to need it.


Alan Kane lost a beloved brother at the Alamo and grieves terribly. His one consolation is that he will be reunited with Adam someday in heaven. Meanwhile the United States seems to be caught in a web of destiny to fight Mexico. When General Sam Houston prepares to face off against General Santa Anna, the three remaining Kane brothers volunteer once again, leaving their heavy-hearted wives on the Diamond K Ranch. Who will return this time when the guns are silent and the dust has settled?

Can Alan let go of his brother Adam and freely love the woman he left behind? Can the Kane men make a difference in the war that threatens to destroy all they’ve worked to build? And will peace ever be theirs amid the rages of war?

Spanning a decade in the lives of the Kane family, Web of Destiny follows a loving Christian family through victory, loss, guilt, tears, and valor. It will stir the heart of anyone who has ever loved, lost, or sacrificed for a cause.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Best-selling author Al Lacy has written over one hundred historical and western novels, including the Angel of Mercy, Battles of Destiny, and Journeys of the Stranger series with more than 2.5 million books in print.

JoAnna Lacy is Al’s wife and longtime collaborator, and the coauthor of A Place to Call Home, Dreams of Gold, Frontier Doctor, Orphan Trains, Mail Order Bride, Shadow of Liberty, and Hannah of Fort Bridger series. The Lacys make their home in the Colorado Rockies.

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As the brilliant light of the Texas sun appeared on the eastern horizon on the morning of March 6, 1836, the Alamo was a tumultuous bedlam of barking rifles, roaring cannons, and shouting men. The acrid smell of burned gunpowder filled the smoky air.

Lifeless bodies of Mexican soldiers lay scattered outside the Alamo’s battered stone walls. Others, still alive, lay on the ground in agony, their bodies torn by bullets and shrapnel. Inside the walls, many of the Alamo’s defenders already lay dead and wounded as the battle went on.

While firing their cannons and rifles, the Texans atop the stone walls could see Generalissimo Antonio López de Santa Anna as he rode his white horse back and forth out of cannon range, shouting encouragement to his troops.

Along the walls, determined Mexican soldiers were raising ladders, leaning them against the walls and scrambling upward to gain entrance into the Alamo. Many were successful, and once inside they were met by gallant defenders wielding rifles, bayonets, revolvers, and bowie knives. Both Texans and Mexicans were going down, dead or wounded.

At other places along the walls, the stubborn men of the Alamo met the Mexicans with rifle butts, striking their heads and faces savagely, sending them to the ground outside the walls.

With the Alamo cannons firing into the swarms of charging Mexican infantrymen on all four sides, the Texas riflemen at the parapets on the walls had relatively easy targets to pick off with their rifles. But it seemed that no matter how many of the Mexicans fell, hundreds more took their places.

From where he stood atop one of the walls, Alan Kane could see Santa Anna’s cavalrymen charging at a full gallop while firing their rifles at the men who controlled the cannons and occupied the parapets.

The Texans were taking their toll on the enemy, but fear touched Alan’s heart as he saw thousands more Mexican troops running across the Texas plains toward them. A tight knot formed in his stomach. The few men defending the Alamo don’t have a chance.

A cold shiver slithered down Alan’s back as he ran his gaze over the dauntless fighting men of the Alamo and recognized most of them. He saw Captain Almeron Dickinson standing a few yards inside the west wall, where it was possible to scale the stones and drop down within the confines of the Alamo. Dickinson was blasting away with his revolver to defend his position.

Alan saw Colonel William Travis, sword in hand, standing on the south wall shouting orders to his men. Davy Crockett was on the ground near the north wall, firing his rifle at Mexicans who had made it over that wall.

Suddenly Alan’s eyes focused on his brother Adam, who was atop the wall several yards from him, loading a cannon. Alan recalled that Adam had been trained to fire the big cannons. Alan tried to rush to his brother’s aid, but his feet would not move. Adam was ramming gunpowder and a cannonball into the mouth of the cannon so he could fire it into the hordes of Mexican troops that were coming in waves across the prairie..

Alan blinked as he saw six or seven Mexicans scale the wall from ladders, aim their guns at Adam, and fire. Alan’s eyes bulged with terror as the bullets ripped into Adam’s body. Still, his feet would not move.

Adam fell to his knees clutching his midsection, which had taken most of the slugs. The Mexicans who had shot him laughed as one of them kicked him in the face and sent him rolling to the edge of the wall, where he lay flat on his back.

Alan saw Texans charging toward the Mexicans who had shot Adam, firing their rifles. Three Mexicans were hit and peeled headfirst over the wall. The others jumped to the ground inside the wall, trying to get away. The Texans dashed past the fallen Adam Kane, intent on killing the Mexicans.

Alan’s feet were finally able to move, and he ran across the top of the wall to his fallen brother, where he skidded to a halt. With the roar of the battle thundering in his ears, Alan looked down at Adam, who lay in a pool of blood. The sight tightened Alan’s chest like cold steel bands.

Adam’s droopy eyes widened when he saw his brother kneel beside him, realizing that somehow Alan had made it back to the Alamo after going to General Sam Houston for help, as ordered by Colonel William Travis.

Adam saw the terror on his brother’s face. Alan was hardly able to speak as he gasped, “Adam, I don’t want you to die! I–”

The touch of Adam’s shaky hand on his arm cut off Alan’s words.

Adam swallowed hard and said in a broken voice, “I am dying, little brother… But I will meet you in heaven.” His eyes closed, and his head flopped to one side.

Alan’s chest was heaving. “Oh, Ada-a-a-a-am-m-m!” he cried loudly and breathlessly. “No-o-o! Don’t die! Ada-a-a-a-am-m-m! Don’t die!”

Suddenly, Alan “Alamo” Kane found himself sitting up in his bed at the Diamond K ranch house, his own loud words echoing in his ears. Gasping for breath, he heard himself cry out at the top of his lungs, “No! Adam, no! I want you to live!”


Down the hall of the ranch house’s second floor, Julia Kane raised up on her elbows in bed, rubbed her eyes, and looked toward the bedroom door. Alamo had invited Julia to stay in the big ranch house because it would still be too hard for her to return to the house where she and Adam had lived.

The loud cries from her brother-in-law’s bedroom had awakened her. He was still crying out that he wanted Adam to live as Julia left her bed. By the dim light of dawn that was filtering through the curtains, Julia put on her robe, took a candle from the small bedside table, and felt around for a match.

Alan wiped his sweaty face with the bed sheet, dabbed at his tears, and looked toward the bedroom windows. He had not closed the curtains before going to bed the night before, and now he could see dawn lighting the sky.

He sniffed, rubbed his face and eyes again, and thought about how his own voice crying out had awakened him. Then it came to him that this was Thursday morning, March 10, four days after the battle at the Alamo, where every man had been killed–including his beloved brother Adam. He took a deep breath and shuddered in mortal agony. “I–I was having a nightmare! I–I was only dreaming. Oh, Adam… Oh, Adam!”

The effect of the horrible nightmare was still lingering on Alamo Kane as he wiped his face with the sheet again and breathed out the words, “Oh, dear Lord, it was as if I was there with Adam when he died. He–”

Alamo then recalled Adam’s dying words in the nightmare: “I am dying, little brother… But I will meet you in heaven.”

Tears burst from Alamo’s eyes. “Yes! Dear Lord Jesus, Adam is with You right now in heaven. Thank You, Lord! Thank You for that time in our lives when Adam and I received You into our hearts as our Saviour. I will meet him in heaven!”

Suddenly there was a tap on Alamo’s bedroom door, and he heard Julia call to him, “Alamo, are you all right?”

He pulled the covers up to his neck, choked slightly, and called, “Come in, Julie!”

The knob turned, and Julia opened the door. She took a couple of steps into the room, holding the lighted candle level with her chin. The flickering flame illuminated the tired lines in her face. Her long, dark brown hair was plaited into a single soft braid that hung over her shoulder. Sleep still misted her eyes as she peered toward the bed by the faint light of dawn that was coming through the windows and the...

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Verlag
Multnomah
Erscheinungsdatum
2008
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1590529251
ISBN 13 
9781590529256
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
304
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