This western by Penelope Williamson has it all–forbidden passion, courage to follow where the heart leads, danger, adventure, lasting love. I was captivated by this book that released so long ago and I still am. They even made a movie out of it in 2002 and starred Tim Daly as gunslinger Johnny Gault. I’ve watched it at least a dozen times and I probably will more. If you haven’t read The Outsider, give it a try. This is a classic that will long remain the epitome of western romance.
Penelope Williamson’s classic bestseller blends the best of historical western and Amish romance in a sweeping tale “sure to please any fan of good old-fashioned storytelling” (Library Journal).
A daughter of the faith…a stranger with a gun…a forbidden love.
Throughout the years on her Montana homestead, Rachel Yoder had never been afraid—the creed of the Plain People had been her strength. Then the day came when lawless men killed Rachel’s husband in an act of blind greed.
Now, at her darkest hour, an outsider stumbles into her life one cold, bitter day, almost dead from a bullet in his side. Instinctively, Rachel Yoder reaches out to help the stranger, for kindness was in her nature.
Johnny Cain is bloody, near death, and armed to the teeth. A man hardened by his violent past, Cain has never known a woman like Rachel—someone who offers him a chance to heal more than his physical wounds.
Cain’s lazy smile and teasing ways steal Rachel’s heart and confound her soul. Soon she must choose between all she holds dear—her faith, her family, perhaps her very salvation—and the man they call the Outsider.
Until then, life for Rachel Yoder had been a straight path, however brutal. She had come to Montana with her family and a scattering of other “Plain People,” an Amish sect which had fled the corrupting influences that threatened to destroy their simple way of life. In this wild new territory, she had married Ben Yoder, also raised as part of the sect, yet blessed with a passion and a humor that belied his severe upbringing. It was there too that she had borne him a son, Benjo, and shared his life as a sheep farmer.
The man she had rescued called himself Cain. He was handsome, with a haunting kind of male beauty that she found impossible to resist, even knowing he was a killer, as his named suggested. As she nursed him back to health, she became aware of the overpowering attraction she felt for him, aware of the warmth that filled her body when she was with him — but aware, too, of the danger that lurked behind eyes that had seen too much and a smile that offered secrets no Plain woman should ever know.
This is on my keeper shelf. What’s on yours?