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ISBN-10: 1-55404-418-9
Genre: Fiction/Adventure/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Length: 201 Pages
Published: January 2007

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Augusta Somers has a secret and it is threatening to destroy her. Itís a memory, a memory filled with guilt as she sees the bright faced girl get paler, become thin and die. Her twin sisterís death propelled her into an area of genetic research where she has promised on her sisterís grave that sheíd prevent any more sadness and heartache for other families.
In a small Canadian research firm she has started to draw attention to her research. That attention is also making her boss, Charles Scribner very happy. Heís a businessman who knows that this woman is his Midas touch. Soon the large Biotech companies will be coming to his door and bringing money.
Charles also know he has to protect his investment and when he discovers that Augusta is killing herself with over work he suggests that she take a holiday. For the first time in over a year Augusta does and joins with a horse riding operation that takes people back into the back country.  Ten days away from the phone, away from the demands of new deadlines is what Augusta is looking for. What she finds is a young doctor who comes to her aid when she is seriously injured in a near fatal fall. That doctor starts to make her feel as if life is more than just test -tubes, DNA analysis and genetic manipulation.
Robin Todd is a gifted bone surgeon and it is his skill that allows Augusta to save her leg.  They are tied between their two areas of responsibility, one in a Medical centre in a western state known for its wide expanses and a Canadian research firm that is making the world sit up and take notice and the newly developing need for each other.
Long distance love affairs are difficult and it puts them both in stress.
One of Toddís hobbies is paleontology and his desire to find a complete skeleton of a Tyrannosaurus rex leads him into a mad flight into the steep canyons where these creatures walked the earth millions of years before.
His absence, his failure to come to her as arranged and a cry in a nightmarish dream filled Augusta with terror and she knows despite the roadblocks and uncooperative authorities that Robin needs her.
This is a love story where guts, determination, and work merge and two lives are carefully interwoven as mysteries and family troubles are explored in hopes of finding happiness.



"Augusta Somers, please," the male voice on the telephone asked.

"Yes, speaking, how can I help you?" Augusta replied.

"This is Tom Seldin, the editor of JAMA. I want to tell you about our decision on your submitted paper. You certainly have created a lot of discussion here. The peer reviewers have said itís one of the best examples of clinical, laboratory and theoretical work they have seen in many years. We are going to run it this month. We still need a few things corrected, but they wouldnít be a problem. It usually takes about six months after peer review to schedule a paper in our journal. Yours is going to be the exception. Congratulations."

It took several long seconds for Augusta to comprehend what Tom Seldin had just said. To rearrange the publishing schedule of a very conservative and well-respected journal like JAMA was unusual. It was a first, as far as she knew.

"Thatís very kind of you. I was wondering how people would react to it. I hope it helps in my field. You know for all our strutting and boastfulness about advancing knowledge, we are still only just shoveling sand using a childís shovel from a sand pile as large as Mount Everest. One day, weíll discover something so profound that it will change our understanding of what life is. My manuscript is just another shovel full of sand. It may take decades before we really know what we are doing."

"I canít argue with you because I agree with everything you say. There is another reason for my call. We would like you to come and talk to the Conference of Applied Genetics and Medical Science. We need you to talk on the very subject you were telling me about. Maybe the title of your talk could be íFurther Inroads in Our Quest for Knowledgeí. Is it possible for you to give us a pep talk?"

"I donít know what to say." replied Augusta, "I would like to, but I need to get permission from my boss, Charles Scribner. He may not want me to say too much."

"Oh, thatís fine. I was going to call Charles today anyway. We went to school together. Is he still an avid golfer? Tell him for me that he still needs to work on his slice."

Augusta sat and looked out the window and then back to the picture of Grace.

"Well, Gracey, soon weíll know if all my efforts are worthwhile. I wish you were here. I miss your laughter. This conference is in California. Maybe Charles will give me permission to go. I know I need a break. I feel so frazzled."

Charles Scribner put down the phone. He hadnít heard from Tom Seldin for years. They had been roommates in their first year. Now Seldin was the editor of JAMA. He thought Augustaís manuscript would raise the blood pressure of the genetic research fellowship. It was inwardly satisfying to know that he had hired a winner who was making a name for herself and bringing his company into the limelight. GenDnaPath was slowing making waves. Those waves were soon to return a healthy profit and turn into a tsunami.

"Augusta, can I talk to you a moment?" he asked after having knocked at her office door.

"Oh, Charles, I was just coming to see you. I have been..."

He answered "asked to give a paper at the Conference of Applied Genetics in San Francisco on the 20th of September."

He saw the slight testiness come into her eyes. She had wanted to tell him her news. Next time, heíd remember his oversight and not take the pleasure of her news away from her.

"Oh, Iím sorry. I didnít mean to steal your thunder. I was just coming to tell you to go for it. It will be a good outing for you. You need a break. Old Tom was always a shrewd judge of people. Heís quick and if he says you are creating waves then you had better believe it. Why donít you take some time off after your speech? I owe you two years worth of holidays, but youíve been so dedicated or if I could describe it in other words ípig-headedí, that you havenít taken any. Take two weeks. Our new lab should be nearly finished around then. I was thinking about giving the technicians and other researchers time off too. They canít do much here until the Health Department passes it for safety."

"Working at home is an option. I did take a holiday last February. It was my birthday and I treated myself to a decadent dinner and scrumptious dessert. I donít think I am that pig-headed. Itís just the Scottish blood of stubbornness in me. What do you think about their praise of my paper?"

"Augusta, you with your blonde hair and bright blue eyes, has someone actually got you feeling better about yourself? Lady, Iím somewhat older than you, but we could be centuries apart. You are remarkable. Iím lucky that you took my job offer. GenDnaPath has benefited from your work. Maybe if your plans come to fruition, you might in twenty years get a Nobel Prize in the Advancement of Genetics. Who knows? Take your holidays. Donít think of work for a minute. Do something that gets you out in the open. Let the wind blow in your face and invigorate your lungs. Youíve been hunched over a research bench for too long. If youíve never realized it, you are a very attractive woman. It would be a sin to keep you here like a novice in a nunnery. Iím a man who recognizes that the world needs all the beauty it can get."

Augusta had never heard someone describe her in that way before. It was embarrassing and she felt her cheeks redden.

"I guess youíre right. I do need a break. Lately, I havenít been sleeping very well. My eyes get so tired that they ache by the end of a couple of hours. I will take your advice, but I donít know about the other part. But thanks for saying it anyway. I guess we all have to be valued. I didnít know you were such a cavalier and judge of old horses, equestrian or human."

Charles started to laugh. "Iím taking you out for dinner tonight, so go home. Do your female stuff and Iíll pick you up at seven."

Augusta started to laugh, as she rode her bicycle back to her apartment. Charles was a good boss. What he thought of her and doing her female stuff was an open question. Men had no clue on how to handle the better half of the species. Did he think she went home and carried out secret spells of the sisterhood? Sheíd have a long hot bath and soak in bath salts and feel the tiredness being pulled from her body. That was just about all sheíd do in her list of female stuff. She laughed again. Men were so droll. She was looking forward to a night out. Cooking for one was not the best way to have a delicious meal.