Danielle Steel Wings

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From a house on the edge of her family's dusty  farmland airstrip near Chicago, the child Cassie  O'Malley would sneak into the night to look at the  planes sitting shimmering in the moonlight. Her  World War I veteran father, Pat, wanted his son to  be a pilot, not his reckless, red-haired  daughter. But it was Cassie who had the gift. Ever since  she could remember, Cassie felt the pull of  getting in a cockpit and taking to the skies.  Observing all the while was her father's junior partner,  Nick "Stick " Galvin, a fellow war ace  and airborne daredevil. Nick would become her  confidant and best friend, willing to break all the  rules to teach her to fly, knowing that the  greatest gift he could give her was the freedom of  flying.

When California entrepreneur Desmon Williams  sees Cassie in a local airshow, he invites her to  California where she breaks new ground as a test  pilot. Soon Cassie's record-breaking flights make  her a media darling. Drawn by Desmond's plans for  her to break Amelia Earhardt's records, but  determined to avoid her mistakes, Cassie trains for  the remarkable journey around the world. From  public appearances to press conferences, easily used  by both her husband and the press, Cassie realizes  that there is more to life than making headlines.  Risking her life, pushing herself to her limits,  she decides to chart her own course and pursue  her own destiny, whatever it costs her.

Wings is set in a time of constant change,  when the world was on the brink of war and the  skies were filled with adventurers, a time when  courage and daring forever changed modern-day  aviation.
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DANIELLE STEEL has been hailed as one of the world’s most popular authors, with over 530 million copies of her novels sold. Her many international bestsellers include Toxic Bachelors, Miracle, ImPossible, Echoes, Second Chance, Ransom, Safe Harbour, and other highly acclaimed novels. She is also the author of His Bright Light, the story of her son Nick Traina’s life and death.

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Chapter One
The road to O'Malley's Airport was a long, dusty thin trail that seemed to drift first left, then right, and loop lazily around the cornfields.   The airport was a small dry patch of land near Good Hope in McDonough County, a hundred and ninety miles southwest of Chicago.  When Pat O'Malley first saw it in the fall of 1918, those seventy-nine barren acres were the prettiest sight he had ever seen.  No farmer in his right mind would have wanted them, and none had.  The land was dirt cheap, and Pat O'Malley paid for it with most of his savings.  The rest went to purchase a beat-up little Curtiss Jenny, it was war surplus, a two-seater plane with dual controls, and he used it to teach flying to the rare visitor who could afford a lesson or two, to fly a passenger to Chicago now and then, or take small cargo loads to anywhere they had to be flown to.

The Curtiss Jenny all but bankrupted him, but Oona, his pretty little redheaded wife of ten years, was the only person he knew who didn't think he was completely crazy.   She knew how desperately he had always wanted to fly, ever since he'd seen his first plane on exhibition at a little airstrip in New Jersey.  He'd worked two jobs to make enough money to pay for lessons, and he'd dragged her all the way to San Francisco to see the Panama-Pacific Exhibition in 1915, just so he could meet Lincoln Beachey.  Beachey had taken Pat up in his plane with him, which had made it all the more painful for Pat when Beachey was killed two months later.   Beachey had just made three breathtaking loops in his experimental plane when it happened.

Pat had also met famed aviator Art Smith at the exhibition, and a battalion of other flying fanatics like himself.  They were a brotherhood of daredevils, most of whom preferred to fly than to do anything else.  They only seemed to come to life when they were flying.  They lived it, talked it, breathed it, dreamed it.  They knew everything there was to know about all the intricacies of every flying machine ever built, and how best to fly it.  They told tales and traded advice, and the most minute bits of information about new planes, and old ones, and seemingly impossible mechanics.  Not surprisingly, few of them were interested in anything but flying, nor managed to stay in jobs that had little or nothing to do with flying.  And Pat was always in the thick of them, describing some incredible feat he'd seen, or some remarkable airplane that somehow managed to surpass the accomplishments of the last one.  He always vowed that he'd have his own plane one day, maybe even a fleet of them.  His friends laughed at him, his relatives said he was daft.  Only sweet, loving Oona believed him.  She followed everything he said and did with total loyalty and adoration.  And when their little daughters were born, Pat tried not to let her know how disappointed he was that none of them were sons, so as not to hurt her feelings.

But no matter how much he loved his wife, Pat O'Malley was not a man to waste his time with his daughters.  He was a man's man, a man of precision and great skill.  And the money he had spent on flying lessons had paid off quickly.  He was one of those pilots who knew instinctively how to fly almost every machine, and no one was surprised when he was one of the first Americans to volunteer, even before the United States had entered the Great War.  He fought with the Lafayette Escadrille, and transferred into the 94th Aero Squadron when it was formed, flying with Eddie Rickenbacker as his commander.

Those had been the exciting years.  At thirty, he had been older than most of the other men, when he volunteered in 1916.  Rickenbacker was older than many of the men too.  He and Pat had that and their love for flying in common.  And also like Rickenbacker, Pat O'Malley always knew what he was doing.  He was tough and smart and sure, he took endless risks, and the men said he had more guts than anyone in the squadron.  They loved flying with him, and Rickenbacker had said himself that Pat was one of the world's great pilots.  He tried to encourage Pat to stick with it after the war, there were frontiers to be explored, challenges to be met, new worlds to discover.

But Pat knew that, for him, that kind of flying was over.  No matter how good a pilot he was, for him, the great years had come and gone.  He had to take care of Oona and the girls now.  He was thirty-two, at the war's end in 1918, and it was time to start thinking about his future.  His father had died by then, and left him a tiny bit of money from his savings.  Oona had managed to put a little money aside for them too.  And it was that money he took with him when he went to scout around the farmlands west of Chicago.  One of the men he had flown with had told him about land going dirt cheap out there, especially if it was unsuitable for farming.  And that's when it had all started.

He had bought seventy-nine acres of miserable farmland, at a good price, and hand-painted the sign which still stood there eighteen years later.  It said simply "O'Malley's Airport," and in the past eighteen years, one of the l's and the y had all but faded.

He'd bought the Curtiss Jenny with the last money he had left in 1918, and managed to bring Oona and the girls out by Christmas.  There was a small shack on the far edge, near a stream, shaded by some old trees.  And that was where they lived, while he flew anyone who had the price of a charter, and did frequent mail runs in the old Jenny.   She was a reliable little plane, and he saved every penny he could.  By spring he was able to buy a de Havilland D.H.4.A, which he used to carry mail and cargo.

The government contracts he got to do mail runs were profitable, but they took him away from home a lot.  Sometimes Oona had to manage the airport alone for him, as well as take care of the children.  She'd learned how to fuel the planes, and take calls concerning their contracts or charters.  And more often than not, it was Oona flagging in someone's plane for them on the narrow runway, while Pat was away on a flight, carrying mail, passengers, or cargo.

They were usually startled to see that the person flagging them in was a pretty young woman with red hair, particularly that first spring, when she was very obviously pregnant.  She had gotten especially big that time, and at first she'd thought it might be twins, but Pat knew for certain that it wasn't twins.  It was his life's dream. . .  a son to fly planes with him, and help him run the airport.  This was the boy he had waited ten years for.

Pat delivered the baby himself, in the little shack he had slowly begun to add on to.  They had their own bedroom by then, and the three girls were sharing the other room.  There was a warm, cozy kitchen and a big spacious parlor. There was nothing fancy about the house where they lived, and they had brought few things with them.  All of their efforts, and everything they had, had been sunk into the airport.

Their fourth child had come easily on a warm spring night, in scarcely more than an hour, after a long, peaceful walk, beside their neighbor's cornfield. He'd been talking to her about buying another airplane, and she'd been telling him about how excited the girls were about the new baby.  The girls were five, six, and eight by then, and to them it seemed more like a doll they were waiting for than a real brother or sister.  Oona felt a little bit that way too, it had been five years since she'd held a baby in her arms, and she was longing for this one to arrive.  And it did, with a long, lusty wail, shortly before midnight.  Oona gave a sharp cry when she looked down at it and saw it for the first time, and then she burst into tears, knowing how disappointed Pat would be.  It was not Pat's long-awaited son, it was another girl.  A big, fat, beautiful nine-pound girl with big blue eyes, creamy skin, and hair as bright as copper.  But no matter how pretty she was, Oona knew only too well how badly he had wanted a son, and how devastated he was now not to have one.

"Never mind, little one," he said, watching her turn away from him, as he swaddled his new daughter.  She was a pretty one, probably the prettiest of all, but she wasn't the boy he had planned on.  He touched his wife's cheek, and then pulled her chin around and forced her to look at him.  "It's no matter, Oona.  She's a healthy little girl.   She'll be a joy to you one day."

"And what about you?" she asked miserably.  "You can't run this place alone forever." He laughed at her concern, as the tears coursed down her cheeks.  She was a good woman, and he loved her, and if they weren't destined to have sons, so be it.  But there was still a little ache in his heart where the dream of a boy had been.  And he didn't dare think that there would be another.   They had four children now, and even this mouth to feed would be hard for them.   He wasn't getting rich running his airport.

"You'll just have to keep helping me fuel the planes, Oonie.  That's the way it'll have to be," he teased, as he kissed her and left the room for a shot of whiskey.  He had earned it.  And as he stood looking up at the moon, after she and the baby had gone to sleep, he wondered at the quirk of fate that had sent ...

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