With the choice between imprisonment and exile, William is forced to leave everything behind to start a new life.
It’s the mid-1800’s and William Chestnut is thrown into an epic adventure that leads to betrayal, epidemic plague, Indian aggression, and a city on fire. What could go wrong?
As he raises his family amidst the St. Louis Saints, William struggles to forgive those who have wronged him. He is soon faced with the importance of forgiveness. Though, can he forgive when it really counts, even to save his children?
Inspired by a true story, “Grudges and Grace” is an action-packed, heart-warming adventure with a dash of romance, and is peppered with peril and hope.
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Targeted Age Group:: 14-99
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The main characters in my book are my wife’s fourth great-grandparents. I came across their story as I was working on making a five-generation picture chart for her family. Their daughter was the last picture on the chart that I didn’t have. In searching for her picture, I found this story. It was only a few paragraphs but it was so amazing I kept telling my wife that their story should be made into a movie. She told me that any great movie has a great book behind it. So I started writing. Thus, was my inspiration for writing this book.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
My book is 80% people that actually lived in history, 20% made-up characters. Some of them are famous like Abraham Lincoln, Buffalo Bill (as a baby), Porter Rockwell(famous in my circles), and former US President Zachary Taylor. Others are people that were less well known to history, but still interesting figures. I tried to find actual names of Sheriffs and Judges and other figures that would have been in the times and places I had my characters go. I did a lot of research in that direction as I wanted my story to be true to history. The made up characters were people I needed in the story but did not know who they were like the main characters parents, store clerks, etc.
Jefferson brought the chair down hard against the wrought-iron stove. Splinters of wood flew in every direction.
His stepfather had just left the house but came running back in when he heard the loud noise through the front door. As he sur-veyed the scene all the muscles on his face tightened. He saw Jef-ferson holding the remains of the chair. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Sarah, Jefferson’s mother, quickly intervened to calm her husband, then turning to Jefferson said, “Go to your room, now.”
Jefferson dropped the pieces of the chair that were still in his hands and went straight to his room. He could hear Jean yelling at his mother about what he had just done, upset that she wasn’t let-ting him take more severe action. Jefferson slammed the door to his bedroom, stomped his way to his bed, and flung himself onto the mattress.
“Jefferson Chestnut Slade! Don’t you dare slam doors in this house,” his stepfather shouted.
He heard his mother talking to his stepfather, unable to make out what she was saying. Then he heard her forcefully say, “Just let me talk to him first.”
After a few moments, the door opened a crack, and a soft knock followed.
“Go away!” Jefferson called out.
He heard the voice of his stepfather from across the house, “Don’t you talk to your mother like that.”
“Jean, please let me handle this,” Sarah called back as she walked into the room, shutting the door behind her.
Sarah pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down. She stared at Jefferson in silence, considering how best to help him.
“Jefferson, blowing up about what your father told you and smashing the kitchen chair to pieces is not going to make things any better for you. You need to control your anger.”
Jefferson scrunched his face. “He is not my father.”
“He provides for you, feeds you, gives you a bed to sleep on, and a home to live in. He is your father.”
“I can’t stand him,” Jefferson said, his speech hurried and strained. “I try to do what he asks, but every time he sees me, he wants me to do another chore. I never get to play, then he whips me when I try to do something fun. I hate him.”
“He’s just looking out for you. You can’t get into much trouble when you’re working.” Sarah tried to meet his gaze and smiled. Jefferson folded his arms and stared at the floor, refusing to look at her.
Sarah touched his knee. “Come on now, other ten-year-old boys have just as many chores.”
Jefferson raised his voice. “Then how come they’re always outside playing, and I’m always working?”
The voice of his stepfather boomed from the other side of the door. “Don’t you raise your voice with your mother.”
Sarah lifted her eyes to heaven and in a sweet voice said, “I’ve got this, dear. Please let me talk to him without interruption.” She looked at Jefferson. “Jefferson, those boys out there playing, like-ly put their shoulder to the wheel and got all their chores done.”
“Well, Jean is just plain mean, and I hate him.”
“Maybe you wouldn’t hate him so much if you tried doing what he asks of you,” Sarah said, speaking slowly and deliberate-ly. “He wouldn’t be as mean, and you would be a lot happier.”
Jefferson was silent. Sarah considered her son for a moment. She saw the anger in his eyes. Her heart ached to see him like this. She came to a decision. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She closed her eyes, swallowed, then pressed on.
“You know, my father struggled in much the same way. Not with his father, but with his anger.”
Jefferson blinked, and his jaw dropped. “You’ve never men-tioned your father before.”
Sarah glanced down, her eyes moistening. “I lost him in the most painful way. It is hard for me to talk about him without re-membering that awful day.”
Jefferson had never heard about any of his mother’s immedi-ate family and was eager to hear more. He spoke softly. “What was he like?”
Sarah noticed the change in her son’s demeanor and smiled. She looked at her hands, then wiped away the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks, “His name was William Albert Chest-nut.”
Jefferson’s eyebrows rose. “That’s why my middle name is Chestnut.”
“Yes. He grew up on a farm, but he didn’t like farming. He was finally able to get out of it when he had an accident with his horse.”
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