Joline had lofty dreams of love and luxury, but after her husband leaves her and she makes a series of fateful decisions, Jo has fallen as far as any woman can. Bereft of all hope and with the threat of losing her son, Jo seeks refuge at her sister&;s home. Jo has a long list of secrets to keep and has to look over her shoulder, as the man she&;s running from may show up anywhere, anytime. Is it possible that God can redeem Jo, and give her hope for a happy future? Find out in Joline&;s Redemption &;book 2 in Vickie McDonough&;s Land Rush Dreams trilogy. Joline had lofty dreams of love and luxury, but after her husband leaves her and she makes a series of fateful decisions, Jo has fallen as far as any woman can. Although she’s not willing to share her shameful past with her family, is it possible that God can redeem Jo and give her hope for a happy future? Bestselling author Vickie McDonough grew up wanting to marry a rancher, but instead married a computer geek who is scared of horses. She now lives out her dreams in her fictional stories about ranchers, cowboys, lawmen, and others living in the Old West. Vickie is the award-winning author of more than forty published books and novellas. Her novels include the fun and feisty Texas Boardinghouse Brides series and the Land Rush Dreams series. Vickie has been married forty-one years to Robert. They have four grown sons, one of whom is married, and a precocious ten-year-old granddaughter. When she’s not writing, Vickie enjoys reading, antiquing, watching movies, and traveling. To learn more about Vickie’s books or to sign up for her newsletter, visit her website: www.vickiemcdonough.com   Joline's Redemption Land Rush Dreams 2 By Vickie McDonough Barbour Publishing, Inc. Copyright © 2015 Vickie McDonough All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-62836-952-6 CHAPTER 1 Oklahoma City, Oklahoma Territory Late March 1893 Drifting back to a different time and place, Joline Jensen hummed the words of a long-forgotten hymn, keeping tune with the peaceful organ music wafting through her window. Softly and tenderly, Jesus is calling. Calling for you to come home. She sucked in a sharp breath when she realized what she was doing and glanced at her open door, hoping none of the other women had overheard. She wasn't in the mood for their teasing today. "What's a trollop like you doing singing church songs? You ain't gettin' religious on us, are you? God doesn't hear the prayers of the likes of us." Jo could hear their taunting in her mind. Long ago, she'd quit singing church songs. They were for decent women — not ones like her. She'd made her choice when she ran away from her family. She walked to the window of her second-story bedroom and looked down at the field next door. She wasn't the only one who thought it odd that the traveling preacher had selected that particular spot to raise his tent, especially since the nearest church was only a block away. The man must have thought the "ladies" at the bordello needed to hear his revival messages — or perhaps he thought the presence of his tent would keep customers away for the duration of the revival. She quirked her lips to one side. Not likely. The soulful tune haunted her, reminding her of better days — days she'd so easily cast off in the arrogance of youth. If only she could go back ... She instantly squelched that thought. There was no room for dreams or what-ifs in this place. "You're not listening to that pitiful music, are you?" Jo stiffened at the sound of Ruby's voice and lowered the window. "Of course not. I'm shutting the window so I don't have to hear it." Pasting on a smile, she spun. "Besides, it's getting too chilly in here. I don't want Jamie to catch cold." She crossed to the left side of her bedroom and tugged the small quilt over her son's shoulders. She wanted to tell the other ladies that today was his first birthday, but the less attention drawn to him, the better. Badger would like nothing more than to be rid of him. "I'm glad to hear that." Jo stiffened. "I never had much use for churches or their music." Ruby, still dressed in her silk robe even though it was past one in the afternoon, leaned on the door frame. "Me neither." She snorted and shook her head. "Maybe if'n we had we wouldn't have ended up here." Jo wouldn't admit there was truth to her statement. She glided closer to the door and gestured for Ruby to move into the hall, hoping the woman would leave before she woke up Jamie. He fussed when he was tired, and Badger didn't like it when he could hear Jamie downstairs. "Did you need something?" Ruby narrowed her blue eyes and jerked her head toward the stairs, smirking. "Badger wants to see you." Jo's heart jolted. Badger rarely sent for her except in the wee hours of the morning. She nodded, backed into her room, and squirted perfume — the kind Badger preferred — on her neck. He hadn't sent for her for several weeks, so why now? She tiptoed over to Jamie's little bed and