The Pursuit Of Tamsen Littlejohn (Thorndike Press Large Print Christian Historical Fiction), by Lori Benton
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A Three-time Christy Award–winning AuthorForsaking security and the marriage her stepfather forced upon her, Tamsen Littlejohn enlists frontiersman Jesse Bird to guide her to the Watauga settlement in North Carolina. As they face hardships that test the limits of Tamsen’s faith and endurance, her wealthy suitor and stepfather follow, convinced she’s been kidnapped. With trouble in pursuit, thrust into a conflict among settlers, Tamsen must adapt to a life for which she was never prepared.
The Pursuit Of Tamsen Littlejohn (Thorndike Press Large Print Christian Historical Fiction), by Lori Benton- Amazon Sales Rank: #3987596 in Books
- Brand: Benton, Lori
- Published on: 2015-05-20
- Format: Large Print
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 1.30" h x 5.70" w x 8.50" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Hardcover
- 623 pages
Review Praise for The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn“Reminiscent of the The Last of the Mohicans and equally as stirring, The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn is a rare book that kept me up late into the night. Ms. Benton is an exquisite storyteller whose majestic descriptions, suspenseful plot, and passionate romance are not soon to be forgotten.”—MaryLu Tyndall, author of the Escape to Paradise trilogy“Founded on a fascinating little-known moment in early American history, The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn is one of the most beautiful love stories I’ve ever read. In this tightly paced flight into fear, hope, and mystery, author Lori Benton emerges as the quintessential artist, able to pull her readers into the story through her well-drawn, multidimensional characters, their emotions, motivations, and dreams.”—Sue Harrison, international best-selling author of the Ivory Carver trilogy “Benton has created another masterpiece. With rich historical detail, she brings to life the early frontier with all its beauty and danger. Her descriptions are unique and often breathtaking. She creates realistic dialogue, vibrant characters, and an intriguing plot. Benton has quickly become one of my favorite authors.”—Jody Hedlund, best-selling author of Rebellious Heart“The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn is a beautifully written novel, rich in historical details that will transport you back to the mountains of North Carolina in the late eighteenth century. The characters are so real and their circumstance so compelling, they jump off the page and into your heart. Readers of historical romance will be captivated, and those who read her debut novel, Burning Sky, will be thrilled with this new story.”—Carrie Turansky, author of The Governess of Highland Hall and The Daughter of Highland Hall “Seldom has a tale swept me away so powerfully that I’m left both breathless and bereft at its end, reluctant to let go. The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn is such a book, a gentle masterpiece destined to be treasured and acclaimed.”—Julie Lessman, award-winning author of the Daughters of Boston and Winds of Change series“With gorgeous prose and characters that will steal your heart, Benton has breathed live and passion into history. The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn is a captivating example of excellence. Flawless!”—Roseanna M. White, author of the Culper Ring series“A breathtaking novel from start to incandescent conclusion. Lori Benton portrays the rugged North Carolina terrain in such vivid detail, readers will feel they’ve followed Tamsen’s journey every pulse-pounding step of the way. A must-read!”—Ann Shorey, author of Love’s Sweet Beginning“In this sweeping colonial saga, author Lori Benton has crafted a powerful tale wherein every element of storytelling is vividly woven together. Poetic, emotional, and rich in historic detail, The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn is a stirring page-turner.”—Joanne Bischof, award-winning author of Be Still My Soul and Though My Heart Is Torn
About the Author Lori Benton was raised east of the Appalachian Mountains, surrounded by early American history going back three hundred years. Her novels transport readers to the eighteenth century, where she brings to life the Colonial and early Federal periods of American history. When she isn’t writing, reading, or researching, Lori enjoys exploring the Oregon wilderness with her husband. She is the author of Burning Sky, recipient of three Christy Awards, and The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Western North CarolinaSeptember 1787To Jesse Bird’s reckoning, any man charged with driving forty head of Overmountain cattle to market best have three things in his possession—a primed rifle, a steady horse, and a heap of staying power. Jesse had the first two, one balanced across his thighs; the other tired, fly bitten, and dusty between them. As for staying power…with miles to go before he’d be shed of those forty beeves, he was making a studied effortto let patience have its perfect work in him.Looking back across their brown and brindled ranks, he spotted Cade and the packhorses rounding a bend in the river trace, where sunlight still speared the hazy air in moted streaks of gold. Riding behind the drove at the mercy of its dust, Cade had a kerchief tied across his mouth and nose, hat pulled low to shield his eyes. Though Jesse hadn’t ridden rear guard since midday, the choke of that same dust gritted histhroat. Grime coated the foot drovers too, spread out through the summerfattened herd, armed with rifles and staves, eyes darting glances at the crowding wooded slopes. Grasshoppers whirred beside the trace, leaping clear of trampling hooves that crackled the weeds. The sun hung to westward, its warmth fading, leaving rivulets of sweat drying on Jesse’s neck, sticking his shirt where the straps of bullet-bag and knapsack crossed. He was thinking they’d reach their next camp a nip ahead of dark, with time to pen the cattle before swimming the dust off his hide, when something with the force of a slung stone clipped his hat brim. Thinking a deer fly had marked him for a meal, he reached for the hat, meaning to swat the pest. The hat was gone clean off his head. It dangled from a nearby tulip poplar, pinned by a feathered arrow.Jesse gave a whoop, then was out of the saddle and ducking behind a clump of rhododendron, putting his horse crosswise between himself and the beeves. From across the river came a spotty rain of arrows, pinging off rocks, thunking into trees along the bank. The drovers ducked behind the cattle on the hill-slope side of the trace, rifles shouldered.Jesse’s mind raced. Was it Creeks or Chickamaugas? Either held an everlasting grudge against the Overmountain settlers. Hang it all, it could be Shawnees. With a wordless prayer that it wasn’t, Jesse aimed his rifle at a tawny flash across the river and fired. Powder smoke plumed out white from the barrel. On the tail edge of the report, he heard Cade’s war whoop. An answering ululation came shrill and defiant from across the water, raising the hairs on Jesse’s arms.The cattle milled and bunched, kicking up a dust blind. One took an arrow in the flank and went down in the middle of the trace, bawling in pain but thwarting the bulk of the herd’s bolting.Rifle shot cracked. Powder smoke hung on both sides of the river now, sharp and sulfurous. For the moment they had the water for a buffer. The attacking warriors wouldn’t risk exposing themselves to cross unless sure of taking them down. Surprise was a weapon spent.A brindled cow broke from the jostling herd. It plunged down the riverbank and crumpled in the shallows, shot through the neck. The front of the herd not blocked by the downed cow pressed up against the hillside and then shifted in Jesse’s direction, threatening to stampede off down the trace. More broke for the river. Busy reloading, Jesse could do little but pray his horse stood its ground.A musket ball ripped through rhody leaves near his head. Back down the trace Cade’s rifle fired. A warrior across the river fell through brush, lay thrashing, and was dragged back into cover. Another such loss and the warriors would likely break and run. If they could hold them off a few more seconds…New voices shattered a lull in the firing. Tremolo cries like the warble of crazed turkey cocks sounded up the slope behind them.Fear jarred through Jesse. Faster than thought, he yanked free his belt ax and whirled to throw it—and almost too late recognized the two Cherokee warriors. He shouted to the drovers to stop them firing on the blueshirted figures leaping down the rocky slope, dodging frightened cattle.The Cherokees took cover on the bank, both with rifles, and commenced to putting them to use.Jesse blazed a grin of welcome at the younger of the two now at his side, rammed patch and ball to powder, and fired across the river. A final arrow sailed over the cattle’s backs. Then stillness fell, with smoke and dust drifting high on the river breeze.The drovers moved among the beeves, soothing them with staves and words, settling their own nerves with rapid glances toward the river. The warriors had melted back into the forest, taking their wounded with them. It had been a hunting party, taking their chances on an unplanned raid. If it had been a tracking party out for scalps, there were far better spots to stage an ambush along their steep and winding route from Sycamore Shoals. A second attempt was unlikely. Jesse knew the thinking of suchmen as well as he did his own.After sliding his rifle into its saddle sling, he mounted and wheeled his horse after the few cows that had bolted up the trace. By the time Jesse had them headed back, Cade had sorted the herd and ridden up through their ranks, leading the packhorses. His gaze raked Jesse head to heel, relief deepening the creases beside his eyes. He took in the cow with the arrow in its flank, then the dead one reddening the river shallows, and yanked down his kerchief to show a mouth narrowed in regret. “That dead onelooks like Tate’s.”“’Fraid so,” Jesse said. It was always a risk, pushing beeves down the mountains under the noses of Chickamauga warriors eager to cripple the Watauga settlers who depended on the sale of their stock. Jesse and Cade had hired on for this drove each September since the war with the British ended, tracing the Watauga River east to its mountain headwaters, then down to the Catawba River and the Carolina piedmont. The beeves were bound for the market cow pens, Jesse and Cade for Morganton to barter furs and hides for supplies and then hire on as guides for any settlers heading back Overmountain before snow fell.“We’d have lost more’n cows had these wild turkeys not flushed from hiding.” Jesse nodded at the late arrivals to the fray, both Overhill Cherokees. While the drovers cast half-wary looks at the two, Cade and Jesse slid off their horses to greet them.“Friends of yours, Cade?” asked the white drover, owner of ten head of cattle and the two slaves helping drive them.“Yours too, I’d say.” Cade looped his mare’s reins around a sapling and grasped the arm of the elder Indian, a stocky man with gray threading the hair flowing from under his turban. “Whatever brings you across our path, brothers, you’ve our thanks.”Despite Cade’s half-breed Delaware blood, little distinguished his looks from the men he greeted, save that his black hair was tailed back, not plucked to a scalp-lock, as was the younger Cherokee’s. Cade’s hat brim, pinned with a hawk’s feather, shaded eyes one expected to be as dark as the battered felt but were instead as golden brown as Jesse’s—nothing to remark upon for a man of Jesse’s coloring. In Cade’s tawny face, they often drew a second look.“Thunder-Going-Away,” Cade said, naming the elder Cherokee first, by way of introduction. “And Catches Bears, his son.”The drover gave a wary nod. “Elijah Rhodes.”“Jabez and Billy,” Jesse added, with a nod at Rhodes’s slaves. Billy, fourteen and on his first drive, was shaking in the wake of the attack—with excitement as much from shock, Jesse thought. “Think one them Injuns was Dragging Canoe? Them bad Injuns, I mean,” Billy added with a sidelong look at the Cherokees.“Doubt it.” Jesse grinned at the boy, who’d prattled on about the infamous Chickamauga war chief since starting from Sycamore Shoals.“Dragging Canoe would’ve crossed right over that river and lifted our scalps. Ain’t you heard? He can swim like a fish and fly like a raven.” The boy’s eyes whitened around the rims.Jabez, an old hand at droving, slapped Billy’s back, raising dust. “He pulling yo’ leg, boy. Canoe ain’t no demon-bird. Just a man like me and you.”“Huh,” Billy said, looking unconvinced.Cade was eying Thunder-Going, a question in his eyes. “You’re a long way from Chota.”Thunder-Going raised his chin, nodding back toward the northwest. “Tate Allard said we missed you by three sleeps. We trailed you.”“Not hard to do,” Bears said, nostrils flaring wide, “with the stink these cows leave.”Thunder-Going hid a smile in the lines carved beside his mouth. “We meant to catch you coming back from Morganton, to invite you to a feast. My daughter is to join blankets with a husband.”“White Shell? ’Bout time.” Three pairs of eyes turned to Jesse when he spoke. The Cherokees and even Cade were looking at him as if he ought to say more on the matter. “What?”Bears snorted. “You see? He does not know.”Jesse frowned. “What don’t I know?”“My sister wanted you,” Bears said. “But you had no eyes to see her, so she chose one who does.”“My daughter was not the one for you,” Thunder-Going said and shrugged away what looked to Jesse like mild disappointment. Then the Cherokee inquired of Cade, though he still eyed Jesse, “Is it to be Allard’s girl, who follows this one like a puppy?”Jesse cut in before Cade could answer that. “I have not found the one. I will know when I have, and maybe then I will tell you about it.” They’d fallen into Tsalagi, the Cherokee tongue. Switching to English, he said, “Oughtn’t we to be pushing on?”Rhodes was in agreement. “How far to the next camp?”“Mile or two,” Cade said. “Have to tend the downed cows first.”Bears and his father exchanged a look. Thunder-Going said, “You go on with the herd. We will skin out the dead one. Better the hide than nothing, eh? For a share of the meat, we will bring that along as well. As much as we can carry.”The plan agreed to, Jesse mounted up. Behind him Cade said, “Where’s your hat got to, Jesse?”It still hung from the poplar, neat as on a cabin wall. Cade reached it first. He wrenched out the arrow, his face gone a shade like greened copper. In his eyes a heap of words clamored to be said, but he handed Jesse the hat and went to deal with the wounded cow on the trace. Fingering the hole in the hat’s brim, Jesse watched Cade snap the arrow nearer the wound, leaving enough to grasp. Cade urged the cow to its feet. If the cow made camp, he would take the arrow out there.Thunder-Going descended the bank toward the cow lying dead at the river’s edge. With a wolfish grin, Bears drew the hunting knife from his belt. “If the other cow does not make it, leave it lying. We will see to it as well. Then you can tell Allard and the rest you got every one of their stinking cowhides to market.”
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10 of 10 people found the following review helpful. Absolutely wonderful! By Rosie Wow!The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn is Lori Benson's sophomore novel, but it is my first novel I've read by her. I thoroughly enjoyed it! Generally I don't go for novels set in the late 1700s, but knowing Benton's debut was highly praised, I snatched up the chance to review it. Goodness, I'm glad I did! Benson's writing style is so fluid and the effort she put into research is obvious- but the information isn't shoved in your face. It was presented as the need arose.There are so many reasons I adored Tamsen and Jesse, but I'll only mention a few each. I'll start with Tamsen. That girl is so strong! And I'm not talking about physical prowess here. She may have felt in shambles, or even like porcelain, for a couple weeks but she persevered. She never gave up. Jesse was a perfect hero. No, I don't mean his character wasn't flawed but the guy had his priorities straight. He was willing to give up Tamsen if God told him to. I love the trust he expressed and willingness to follow God's will.All I can really say is: wow. I will definitely be going back and reading Burning Sky in the near future, no questions asked. Benton has an addictive style writing that captivates you until the last page. This one's a keeper! I recommend to readers ages fifteen and older who enjoy the late 1700s American setting. I also recommend to those looking for an inspirational read.I received an ARC copy of this book from the publisher in return for an honest review of my opinions, which I have done. Thanks!
8 of 8 people found the following review helpful. Great Writing...Distracting Romance By It'sLiz! (and family...) The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn is a book focused on lost and found, adventure, and romance.Tamsen Littlejohn finds herself in a desperate position as her stepfather and suitor team up to find her...and her only resort is to head into the deep unknown with Jesse Bird, a white man raised Native American.Tamsen, born into a life of privilege and honor, finds herself challenged in new ways: not only abandoning her charmed life, but also getting comfortable around this skillful, strong man who seems to have no problem taking care of her. This forced alliance slowly turns into a love Tamsen never could've imagined for herself. But can Tamsen and Jesse forge a new life together in hiding? Will God help them through?Benton answers these questions perfectly.I enjoyed this book immensely. Benton has a way of anticipating the reader, and making every scene interesting without it seeming tediously long. This novel is 378 pages, and surprisingly very thick, which kept me entertained during long days.Although I loved the adventure and surprise that constantly hovered around Tamsen and Jesse, I felt that the romance was more secular instead of Christ-honoring. It was like the romance was the center of the story- not part of God's love, like it should've been. I would have preferred to have less of the romance, and more of God's leading Tamsen in the book.The romance element was the main issue I had with this book, everything else- the writing, style, and story pace, was right on point. I would recommend this book- but only to certain age groups.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful. A Thrilling Historical Love Story By candidkerry Lori Benton's sophomore novel, The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn, came with sky high recommendations in the wake of her Christy Award-winning first novel, Burning Sky. I was eager to find out if Tamsen, Jesse Bird, Cade, and the other characters would leap off the pages and stick with me long after I closed the book as had the characters from Burning Sky.I wondered if The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn would be filled with lyrical prose that enthralls and an intriguing plot that mesmerizes. Could it be just as good as Burning Sky?Yes, yes, and yes.The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn is what great stories are made of; a sweeping historical novel based around a short-lived and little-known period in American History when the State of Franklin was declared and upheaval threatens the mountains of North Carolina. It's a breath-taking romance and a thrilling journey into the rugged frontier and into two strangers' hearts as they battle together to outrun the danger pursuing them.The author does a meticulous job weaving historical details of the unrest occurring in that timeframe (1787-88)without weighing down the story. Indeed, Lori's writing is so smooth and supple that it seems the perfect mix of thrilling storytelling and vivid description. The reader truly feels they're traveling through the North Carolina mountains right along with Jesse and Tamsen.Much of the beauty of this story is in the relationships the author created between characters. Real, vibrant, emotional, Tamsen and Jesse's love story is truly captivating. As she did in Burning Sky, the author introduces an antagonist I would cross mountains to get away from, too. And the story wraps beautifully with an honest examination of why we do what we do and what secrets we choose to keep for the best of those we love.Lori has quickly become a must-read author for me. I highly recommend Burning Sky and The Pursuit of Tamsen Littlejohn, and I'm eagerly looking forward to her next book.
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