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Abigail Finds Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #7
Abigail Finds Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #7
Abigail Finds Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #7
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Abigail Finds Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #7

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This is a clean Western Historical Mail Order Bride Romance book that does not contain any foul language or sexual situations.

Abigail's Swedish-born grandfather wrote asking her to come to Sacramento, in the new Territory of California and she couldn’t resist going.  He was always her favorite and she’d missed him desperately since he left Bishop Hill, Illinois.

Shortly after her arrival in Sacramento, her grandfather began to regret inviting her because of trouble brewing.  There were now threats of a riot between the land squatters and the Sutter clan as the squatters believed the land Sutter was previously given by the Mexican government should be able to be claimed by anyone since California was now in American hands. 

If the squatters riot will Abigail lose the new-found love of her life?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 12, 2017
ISBN9781386810209
Abigail Finds Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #7

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    Abigail Finds Love - R L Butler

    Chapter 1

    Please come and help me, her grandfather had written in Swedish, I need a good and honest translator.  The one I found is charging more than I ask from the customers and keeping the extra for himself.

    Now, after months on the trail with the wagon train with her uncle Lars Andersson, living in a small Conestoga wagon that was cold and continually dusty from the land and the animals, Abigail Johanson was tired, bored, and more than just a little sick to her stomach. According to the wagon master the trail was not as rough as usual. Although they had moved quickly, according to the wagon master, the trip was still brutal to a person who felt every agonizing bump and jolt of the wagon .

    This would be her last trip in a wagon, she decided.  With the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo a couple of years ago, the Mexicans had ceded the California and New Mexico Territories to the United States, so Abigail felt she would be safe living in the City of Sacramento, California.  It was part of America now, and the dreadful Mexican-American War was over.

    Besides, her grandfather had told her that there were many men from whom to choose in California.  He’d also written that there were many wealthy, kind, and needy men who were looking for women to marry.  In the community where she lived, she only met Swedes, but she hadn’t been attracted to any of the ones she met.

    Leaving Bishop Hill, Illinois, a religious community established by Swedish immigrants where she’d been born, she and Lars had met the wagon train in Independence, Missouri.  Their Conestoga was smaller than most, because they only had Abigail’s belongings to bring.  Lars planned on returning to Bishop Hill as soon as she was settled into the hotel her grandfather, Johan Andersson owned.

    The trail followed the Missouri River, then up the North Platte River.  For several days, large buttes in the distance dominated their scenery.  When they reached the landmarks, the wagon master explained that they were called Chimney Rock and Court House Rock because of the way they had naturally formed.  They passed Fort Laramie and Devil’s Gate in Wyoming Territory.  Then they reached the Raft River and followed it to the Humboldt River and eventually the Truckee River in the Sierra Nevada mountains.

    One night they camped at Donner Pass.  She’d heard about this pass and wasn’t at all thrilled about being there.  People had eaten other people to survive a harsh winter encampment at the pass.  In Abigail’s opinion that was simply unnatural.  Thank goodness, it was late June and they didn’t have to worry about getting stranded as the Donner party had.

    I really hate it here, Farbror Lars, she said, using the Swedish word for uncle.  "It makes me uncomfortable knowing that people died and ate each other here.  Why did this have to be our camp?"

    I understand, he replied with a heavy Swedish accent.  Lars always said this when he understood what one said but needed time to collect the correct English words to reply.

    You don’t have to say anything, she said with a smile.  I was just telling you how I feel.  It wasn’t a question that you need to answer.

    Having been born in Nora, Vastmanland, Sweden, her entire family from there spoke mostly Swedish.  They hadn’t needed to learn much English, since they lived in a self-contained Swedish community.  While the immigrants all spoke broken English, the generation born in the United States were all bilingual, which is why her grandfather had asked her to join him and his second wife in the City of Sacramento.  Neither of them had a very good grasp of English.  Her father’s generation was a little better, but not much.

    As the first grandchild, her grandparents had doted on her for two years before her sister came along.  Her grandfather had always told her in private, though, that she was his favorite; and he had called on her often to translate for him.  Having gone to school in Bishop Hill, though, she read mostly Swedish.  Any English she could read, she’d taught herself.  Abigail decided that she should probably do a little reading to refresh herself on written English.

    Once they cleared Donner Pass, they had a mostly downhill trip into the City of Sacramento, California Territory, and, as soon as she could get to Johan Andersson’s hotel, Abigail would no longer have to deal with the bouncing and swaying of the rough riding and uncomfortable wagon.

    Chapter 2

    Finally!  Abigail thought as a city came into view.  That had to be the City of Sacramento.  She wasn’t sure why they called it that, but maybe it was the city and there was a county by the same name, as well.  For the past four and a half months, she’d been sick from traveling in the wagon.  Now she was ready to stop and recuperate for a few days .

    After finding a good place to store his Conestoga, Lars took some of Abigail’s belongings from the wagon and handed two lightweight bags to her before they went in search of Johan’s hotel.  They found the building a couple of blocks off the business district, on a corner of the main street where it could be easily found.

    At first, Abigail wondered why he wouldn’t put his hotel on the waterfront with other businesses along the Sacramento River.  Then she remembered the

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