The Amish Christmas Cowboy
The Amish Christmas Cowboy
Jo Ann Brown
A cowboy for Christmas or another year in the Amish Spinster Club?Nanny Sarah Kuhns has her hands full with kinder, her overbearing brothers and her big dreams. And it only gets worse when she takes on the care of an injured cowboy.For Amish travelling horseman Toby Christner, tight-knit Harmony Creek represents everything he’s run from. Until he heals, he can’t leave…but will falling for Sarah make him want to stay?
A cowboy for Christmas...
or another year in the Amish Spinster Club?
Nanny Sarah Kuhns has her hands full with kinder, her overbearing brothers and her big dreams. And it only gets worse when she takes on the care of an injured cowboy. For Amish traveling horseman Toby Christner, tight-knit Harmony Creek represents everything he’s run from. Until he heals, he can’t leave...but will falling for Sarah make him want to stay?
JO ANN BROWN has always loved stories with happily-ever-after endings. A former military officer, she is thrilled to have the chance to write stories about people falling in love. She is also a photographer and travels with her husband of more than thirty years to places where she can snap pictures. They have three children and live in Florida. Drop her a note at joannbrownbooks.com (http://www.joannbrownbooks.com).
Also By Jo Ann Brown (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656)
Amish Spinster Club
The Amish Suitor
The Amish Christmas Cowboy
Amish Hearts
Amish Homecoming
An Amish Match
His Amish Sweetheart
An Amish Reunion
A Ready-Made Amish Family
An Amish Proposal
An Amish Arrangement
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The Amish Christmas Cowboy
Jo Ann Brown
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THE AMISH CHRISTMAS COWBOY
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Toby had seen Sarah offer a consoling hand to the kinder, but he hadn’t expected her to treat him with the same familiarity.
“I know how difficult that is,” she said.
Did she? Or, he wondered, was she referring to what made her eyes dim? He was curious what it was Sarah wanted to do when she seemed so content living in the new Amish community. The longing for roots among Plain folk gripped him, but he pushed it aside.
“You’re like the kinder. If there’s something you don’t want to do, you need a goal to convince yourself to do it.”
“What is this goal you’ve got in mind?”
“If the doktor’s opinion says your ankle can handle the exertion, I’ll ask Mr. Summerhays to arrange for you to spend a day at his stables in Saratoga.” She grinned. “Enough of a challenge for you, cowboy?”
His efforts to keep a wall between them had been futile. She was able to see within him to know what he’d prize.
He was getting in too deep with her but, for once, he didn’t retreat. He was leaving as soon as he healed, so why not enjoy a challenge—and her sweet smile—until then?
Dear Reader (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656),
Family...
The most important people in our lives are our families. Some are related by blood. Others come into our lives in different ways. They’re the people who matter the most, the ones we’d risk anything for...and the ones who drive us crazy at times. We get the angriest at our family because what they think and do and feel matter deeply. Like Sarah and Toby, we have to learn to understand and forgive our families, something that can be more difficult than forgiving friends or strangers. We must come to see that what annoys us is coming from a place of love, a place where we are truly blessed.
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Wishing you many blessings,
Jo Ann Brown
And the multitude of them that believed were of one heart and of one soul: neither said any of them that ought of the things which he possessed was his own; but they had all things common.
—Acts 4:32
For Melissa Endlich.
Thank you for making me feel so welcome
in the Love Inspired family.
Contents
Cover (#ue951b9cc-2ba4-581b-90a1-2fc43cc33278)
Back Cover Text (#ucd871501-28ca-5660-987e-09f82bdd8c07)
About the Author (#ua6cfc411-01c4-572e-a9df-c89c5f6a76ef)
Booklist (#u16837be6-a785-53a7-af45-b6c9b7bb497b)
Title Page (#uc1612ea4-8324-579e-a4e5-ed6f451e20be)
Copyright (#u0897f9af-deb5-52bf-a330-544f5af05523)
Introduction (#u498b0005-13ae-5be7-be03-541b0b93bb94)
Dear Reader (#u507aebfe-cb39-551f-bd73-c713094d9b7a)
Bible Verse (#uacff47a9-7169-502c-ae9b-409c58a88254)
Dedication (#ue04e3ce9-7116-5973-86ba-1a0926f63ab2)
Chapter One (#u86b2a54c-1c22-5142-b1a3-f46fb00942f2)
Chapter Two (#u8735b939-930c-59cc-a0da-eec1911f5f3f)
Chapter Three (#u8b02f48c-e7a9-540e-bba5-1278664a74e7)
Chapter Four (#uc78e376a-08b1-53c3-888f-b09d7c71ff65)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
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About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656)
Harmony Creek Hollow, New York
“Guess what, Sarah?”
The last thing Sarah Kuhns wanted to do was play a guessing game with Natalie Summerhays, the oldest of the four kinder in the house where Sarah worked as the nanny. At ten, Natalie was poised partway between being a kind and standing on the precipice of becoming a teenager.
“What?” Sarah asked as she wondered why anyone with small kinder would build a house with columns within a youngster’s reach from the bannister on the staircase curving above the elegant entry’s marble floors. She’d talked four-year-old Mia into letting Sarah pluck her off one fluted column. Ethan, who at five years old considered himself invulnerable, wasn’t willing to give up his attempt to touch the ceiling twenty feet above the floor.
God, grant me patience, she prayed as she did often while watching the Summerhays kinder. Please let this be the last time I have to save these little ones from their antics. At least for today...
Motioning with her hands, she called to Ethan again, “Komm, kind.”
His head jerked around, and he grinned as the kinder often did when she spoke to them in Deitsch. For some reason, they found the words she used at home funny. She had no idea why.
Ethan’s blond hair fell into his blue eyes, and he reached to push it aside. With a yelp, he began to slide down the column.
Sarah leaned over the bannister, praying it wouldn’t collapse or her glasses wouldn’t slip off and crash to the floor. She caught the little boy’s shirt as he dropped past her. He shrieked, and she wrapped her fingers in the fabric. With a big jerk that resonated through her shoulders, she flipped him across the rail and into her arms. The motion knocked her from her feet, and she sat hard on a step.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she held the little boy close. He shook, and she cuddled him to her. Maybe he understood how he could have been hurt.
Then she realized he was laughing! He thought the whole thing had been fun. When he squirmed to get out of her hold, she tightened it.
She felt sorry for the four kinder who always were looking for ways to be noticed. Their parents were busy—Mr. Summerhays with his businesses and his racehorses and Mrs. Summerhays redoing her wardrobe and the house every two to three months—and they paid little attention to their kids. Even when one or more acted outrageously, the mischief seldom registered with their busy parents.
Carrying Ethan down the stairs while leading Mia by the hand, Sarah said, “You told me you wouldn’t climb the columns again.”
“We didn’t climb them,” Mia said with the aplomb of a four-year-old attorney arguing a legal loophole in a courtroom. “We got on them up there.”
Sarah resisted rolling her eyes as she put Ethan on his feet. The youngsters nitpicked everything. In the nine months since she’d taken the job as nanny, she’d learned to be specific when setting parameters for them. Apparently, she hadn’t been specific enough.
How her friends in the Harmony Creek Spinsters’ Club would laugh when she told them about this! They were getting together that evening to attend the second annual Berry-fest Dinner to benefit the local volunteer fire department. She wondered if her friends had guessed that she told them less than a quarter of the “adventures” her charges got into each day. She tried to head the kinder off before they were hurt, but didn’t want to hover over them. Being overprotective wasn’t gut for anyone. She knew that too well.
“Sarah!” Natalie stamped her foot. “Did you hear me?”
“Just a minute.” Frowning at the younger kinder, she ordered, “No more getting on the columns anywhere.”
“From floor to ceiling?” asked Ethan.
“And everywhere in between. No getting on the columns. Understood?”
Ethan and Mia glanced at each other, then nodded.
“Sarah!” Natalie crossed her arms over her bright red T-shirt. “Sarah, are you listening?”
Watching the two little ones skipping across the fancy rug that cost more than the farm where she lived with her two brothers, Sarah sighed. She faced the impatient ten-year-old who’d inherited her mamm’s glistening black hair and gray eyes. Someday, Natalie would be a beauty like her mamm, but with her lips compressed, she looked like the kind she was.
“I’m listening.” Sarah smoothed her black apron that had gotten bunched against her dark green dress when she’d kept Ethan from falling. For a moment, she wondered what Alexander, the fourth Summerhays youngster, was up to. She would check once she listened to Natalie. Checking her kapp was in place, she asked, “What’s up, Natalie?”
“Did someone order a cowboy?”
Stunned, she stared at the girl. “Why would you ask me that?”
“Because there are cowboys on the porch.”
She struggled not to frown. The kinder had played plenty of pranks on her when she first began working for Mr. and Mrs. Summerhays. Childish practical jokes like a whoopee cushion beneath her and spiders in her glass. She’d laughed along with them, until they’d stopped. Or she’d thought they had.
When she’d been offered the job, she’d seen it as a gift from God. It provided her with an open window into Englisch lives, allowing her to learn what she’d need to know if she decided to move away from the Harmony Creek settlement. Her stomach clenched. She didn’t want to leave her brothers or the wunderbaar friends she’d made since they moved to northern New York last year, but being baptized meant surrendering her dream of helping others.
That dream had been born the day she went to visit her daed in the hospital after a serious barn accident. He’d lost his right arm, and she guessed he might have given up if it hadn’t been for the nurses and physical therapists who’d believed in him. Watching them, she’d decided she wanted to learn to do such work, but that would be impossible if she became a full member of the Amish church. However, a job like a volunteer EMT might be allowed.
“Natalie,” she began.
“There are cowboys out there!” insisted the girl. “If you don’t believe me, look for yourself.”
Sarah took a quick glance at the top of the wide door to make sure someone hadn’t rigged a bucket of water on it. The fancy door was hinged in the middle, and she kept a close eye on the other side...just in case. The August heat battered her like an open oven door.
“See?” demanded Natalie.
Lowering her gaze from the door’s top, Sarah gasped when she saw who stood on the wide porch.
A cowboy!
A real live cowboy!
She stared in disbelief at his wide-brimmed straw hat that looked as if it’d been plucked out of one of her brother Menno’s Zane Grey novels. Though the day was warm, he wore a long-sleeved light green shirt and denims. His black Western boots had scuffed toes. Sun-streaked brown hair fell forward into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, bluer than a cloudless summer sky.
“Ma’am, is this Ian Summerhays’s place?” asked another cowboy, who tipped his black hat as he came up the steps. He was older, old enough to be her daed, and his slow drawl came, she guessed, right out of the heart of Texas.
“Ja... Yes, it is.” She couldn’t pull her gaze from the younger man, who gaped at her in outright astonishment.
Hadn’t he seen a plain woman before? If he hadn’t, he should still have known it wasn’t polite to stare.
Then, realizing she was doing the same, she cut her eyes to the older man and asked, “Are you looking for Mr. Summerhays?”
“Is he around?”
“He’s in his office.” She didn’t add how rare that was. He spent most days at the stables in Saratoga, about an hour’s drive south.
“Can you let him know we’ve got a delivery for him?” The older man gestured toward a large truck with a massive horse trailer behind it.
South Texas Stables was written on the side of the trailer in fading red letters. Through the narrow windows, motions revealed animals were inside. She was relieved to hear the sound of an air-conditioning unit coming on, knowing the animals would be more comfortable than she was in her bed on a hot summer night when the air was still.
“Of course.” She turned to Natalie. “Please go and let your daed know there’s a delivery.”
The little girl glanced at the men on the porch and, for a moment, Sarah thought she would protest.
Natalie grinned. “I told you there were cowboys out here.”
“You did.” Bending, Sarah said, “Mrs. Beebe said she was going to have a treat for you this afternoon.” The cook knew the youngsters were always ready for a snack. “You can check with her if it’s ready after you let your daed know someone wants to talk with him.”
“Okay, I get it. You want to talk to the cowboy by yourself. Don’t let him sweep you onto his horse and ride off with you into the sunset.” She giggled before running inside.
Sarah hoped neither man had heard the girl. Those hopes were dashed when she aimed a furtive look in the younger man’s direction and saw his frown. His light brown brows were lowered like storm clouds over his bright blue eyes. Intense emotion filled them, but she didn’t know why he was distressed.
After Natalie had rushed away to her daed’s office in the left wing of the house, Sarah looked at the men, unsure what to say next. She wished Mrs. Summerhays were there, but the kinder’s mamm was in Europe, buying items in antiques shops in Paris and Rome and Vienna to create her new vision for the house. Should Sarah ask the two men in? No, three men. Another guy with a cowboy hat walked around the trailer. Leaning against it, the dark-haired man lit a cigarette, startling her. Mr. Summerhays didn’t like anyone smoking near the house or stables.
Her face must have revealed that, because the older man snapped an order at the third cowboy. With a grimace, he dropped the cigarette and ground it out with the toe of his boot.
“Sorry, ma’am,” said the older man. “Ned forgets his manners sometimes.” He aimed a frown at the man by the trailer.
Wanting to put an end to the uncomfortable conversation, Sarah asked, “Was Mr. Summerhays expecting you?”
“We’re a day early, but I warned him we might be. By the way, I’m J.J. Rafferty, and that talkative guy there—” he pointed at the younger man who hadn’t said a word “—is Toby Christner. Toby, show the lady that you can talk.”
“Nice to meet you,” the handsome cowboy said. His baritone voice would have been pleasant on the ear if he’d put inflection in it.
“I’m Sarah Kuhns,” she answered.
J.J. nodded toward her, then looked past her.
Sarah turned to see Natalie standing behind her. “Did you talk to your daed?”
The girl nodded. “He’ll be out in a few minutes. He’s finishing a call.”
“We’ll catch up on a few things,” J.J. said, “while we’re waiting.” He walked toward the truck, motioning for Ned to follow him.
The dark-haired man winked at her before going with J.J.
Toby remained where he was. So did his frown. What was bothering him? Was he upset Mr. Summerhays hadn’t dropped everything to greet them when they arrived? If they’d done business with her boss, they should have known how busy he was. So busy he seldom came home before ten, long after the kinder were tucked into bed. He was gone at dawn to the stables in Saratoga or to New York City, where he did something there with the stock market.
Sarah wished she could think of something to say to the tall man who didn’t seem in a hurry to join the others. She’d gotten comfortable talking with Englischers since she started working as a nanny. Something about the man’s posture told her engaging him in small talk would be futile. She was curious how many horses were being delivered to the stables, but held her tongue.
J.J. and Ned returned to the porch after a few minutes. If they’d come to the house she shared with her two brothers deep in the hollow with Harmony Creek at its center, she’d know what to do. She would have brought them into the kitchen and asked them to sit at the table while she served iced tea and chilled pie.
Should she do the same here? She couldn’t invite them into the kitchen. Mrs. Summerhays had her guests brought to the room she called the library, though there weren’t any books in it. Sarah wished the housekeeper were here, but it was Mrs. Hancock’s day off. Mrs. Beebe, the cook, had her hands full with getting meals ready while the kitchen was being renovated...again. It was the third time in two years Mrs. Summerhays had decided it needed a complete updating.
Knowing she must not leave the men standing on the porch in the heat, she said, “Please komm inside where you can wait for Mr. Summerhays.”
Toby cleared his throat. “I can—”
“Come along, both of you,” said J.J. “I don’t want to unload the horses until Summerhays checks them to make sure they meet his satisfaction. We had a tough enough time getting the bay into the trailer the first time. He’ll be more resolute not to go in again.”
“But—”
“No sense standing out in the heat. Any chance you might have something cool to drink, young lady?”
“I’m sure there’s something. I can check.”
“Much obliged.” J.J. motioned for her to go ahead of him, then followed her into the large entry along with Toby and Ned. As J.J. took his hat off, he gave a low whistle. “Mighty fine spread here.”
She hadn’t heard anyone talk like him before but guessed he was complimenting the house. She had a lot to learn about Englischers. Finding out about Englisch ways was going to be a bigger task than she’d guessed.
“I’ll find out what’s on ice in the kitchen.” She shouldn’t leave them in the entry, but she wasn’t sure where to take them. Mrs. Beebe would know what to do, because the cook had been working at the house since the family moved in.
“Whatever you’ve got will be great,” J.J. said.
She smiled in return, then spun and hurried toward the kitchen. She glanced back. Her gaze was caught by the younger man, who regarded her with the same expressionless look.
How odd! At that moment, she would have given a penny to know his thoughts. Maybe even two.
* * *
The last person Toby Christner had expected would answer the door was an Amish woman. If someone had warned him ahead of time, he would have thought it was a joke. She wasn’t any more out of place in the fancy house than the house itself was among the other simple farms they’d seen along the road toward the Vermont border. Stone pillars by the road were set next to a fancy sign announcing Summerhays Stables, which lay beyond them. The whole setup matched the prestige Ian Summerhays was garnering with his excellent racehorses, including the three his boss had brought from Texas, where Toby had been working with them for a year.
He glanced at the young Amish woman, who was rushing away as if she couldn’t wait to be done with them. Not that he blamed her. Ned Branigan hadn’t stopped trying to get her attention. Toby wanted to tell his coworker his sly wiles wouldn’t work on an Amish woman, but Ned would have ignored him.
Sarah wasn’t tall. In fact, when he’d moved closer to her to go inside, she’d taken a step back so she didn’t have to tilt her head to look at him. She had bright red hair beneath her kapp. Her gold-rimmed glasses hadn’t been able to hide the surprise in her mahogany-brown eyes when she’d seen him on the porch.
Toby let his boss and Ned lead the way into the magnificent house. It was grander than the house on J.J.’s spread, and larger than what everyone called the Hacienda. That long, low house didn’t have pristine marble floors glistening like mirrors and columns as formal as the ones he’d seen in a casino in Las Vegas when they’d made a delivery out to the desert about six months ago. A staircase curved up to an open gallery on the second story. On either side of the front door, rooms were two steps below the entry’s marble floor. Furniture that looked like it belonged in a mansion was arranged in each. None appeared comfortable.
A plain woman didn’t fit in this setting. Neither did he.
“How long,” J.J. asked, “will it take us to get to our next stop?”
“From what I saw on the map, I’d guess about three hours.”
The two of them took turns driving and keeping track of their route, while Ned rode with the horses. Toby had been on map duty today because J.J. didn’t trust a GPS to get them where they needed to go. Many of the farms where they delivered horses were far off the beaten path, making map programs useless.
J.J. frowned for only a second because Sarah reappeared. She carried a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses. Behind her, like ribbons on the tail of a kite, were four youngsters. The oldest had been out on the porch, but there was a little girl and two boys, too. The quartet must be siblings, though the younger two were blond while the older ones had black hair. They couldn’t be Sarah’s because they wore bright colored shirts and sneakers with soles that lit each time they took a step. Yet, it was clear she was in charge of them.
“If you’ll follow me...” Sarah motioned with her head toward her left.
“Let me help you with that big load,” Ned said, stepping forward with a grin.
“I’m fine. Danki.”
“Nonsense. There’s no reason for a pretty filly like you to tote such a load.” Ned snatched the tray, and lemonade splattered out of the pitcher set in the center.
Dismay skittered across her face, but she turned to the kids, who’d skipped ahead of her into the big room, where they each grabbed a seat, the younger two wanting the same one. She convinced them to share as Ned put the tray on a low table. She turned and bumped into him. Without a word, she edged away.
Toby glanced at J.J. His boss was frowning. Ian Summerhays was an important client, and J.J. wouldn’t want Ned’s antics to cause problems. The plan when they left the ranch in Texas was for Ned to remain behind for a couple of weeks with the horses delivered to Summerhays. If J.J. changed his mind...
With a frown, Toby walked to a nearby sofa. If J.J. decided he couldn’t trust Ned—and he had plenty of reasons not to, assuming half the things Ned bragged about were true—Toby would be stuck at the fancy stables. Not that he wouldn’t have liked to spend more time getting the horses he’d worked with acclimated, but he’d hoped to use the time without Ned to ask J.J. about starting a small herd of his own. It would give him deeper roots on the ranch, something he’d never had while living with vagabond parents.
He hoped the rough seams on his denims wouldn’t snag the smooth lustrous material on the couch. He made sure his worn boots weren’t anywhere near the expensive upholstery or the wood that looked as if it’d been whitewashed. Everything about the house shouted the owners had spent a bundle on it.
They should have worried more about comfort, he thought as he sat. The chairs and sofas seemed too fragile and tiny for a full-grown man. His boss looked as if he perched on nursery furniture, because his knees rose to his chest level.
While Sarah served them lemonade, Ned kept trying to catch her eye. She stiffened each time he came close, but kept a smile in place as she told the youngsters they could have lemonade in the breakfast room.
Toby guessed she was their nanny. He thanked her when she handed him a glass that was frosted from the humidity, though the air-conditioning was keeping the house cool.
Ned moved too near to her when she offered him a glass. His broad hand closed over the glass and her hand. Her faint gasp brought Toby to his feet.
J.J. didn’t stand as he fired a glance at Toby, a warning to sit. At the same time, his boss asked, “Why don’t you drink that while you check on the horses, Ned?”
“I—”
“Never hurts to check again.”
Ned gave Sarah a broad smile but aimed a scowl at Toby as he strode out of the room.
J.J. motioned for Toby to remain sitting. Toby wasn’t sure why. Did Sarah have any idea that Ned was going to be remaining at the farm while Toby and J.J. left to deliver the rest of the horses?
Wishing he had an excuse to leave the ornate room where most of the surfaces seemed to be covered with gold leaf, Toby sipped the tart lemonade. Sarah still appeared uncomfortable, he realized, as J.J. smiled at her.
“May I ask you a personal question, young lady?” he asked.
Toby swallowed a silent moan. He recognized that grin. His boss was about to shake up what he considered a dull discussion. When J.J. looked at him, Toby guessed what his boss was about to ask. If he could think of a way—any way—to distract J.J., he would have. Stopping J.J. was about as easy as halting a charging bull with a piece of tissue paper.
“Of course.” Sarah squared her shoulders, preparing herself for whatever J.J. had to say.
“Are you Amish?” J.J. asked.
“I am.”
He chuckled and hooked a thumb toward Toby. “Like you. How do you say it, Toby? Like you, ain’t so?”
“You’re Amish?” A flush rushed up her cheeks, and he could tell Sarah wished the question would disappear.
Toby nodded as he waited for her to ask one of the next obvious questions. The ones he was always asked. If he was Amish, why was he traveling with J.J. and Ned delivering horses? Where did he live when he wasn’t on the road? Was he related to—or knew—someone connected to her? He hated the questions as much as he hated the answers he’d devised to skirt the truth.
Almost fifteen years ago, when he’d first gone to work for J.J., he’d answered those questions. He’d explained traveling wasn’t new to him. It was the life he’d always known. His parents had moved from one Amish settlement to another, seldom staying longer than six months, sometimes less than a week before heading somewhere new. They’d done that for as long as he could remember. He’d learned not to establish close relationships because soon he’d be leaving them behind. How could he have fun flirting with girls when he’d be going soon, breaking her heart as well as his own?
His life had changed after the family had arrived at a settlement in southern Texas. They’d stayed eight months. Toby had found work he loved: training horses at J.J.’s ranch. When his parents left, he’d stayed. The ranch was perfect for him. People and horses came and went. He didn’t have to worry about being the only outsider.
When he’d shared honest answers, he’d gotten pity or, worse, someone wanting to help him. To accept assistance would mean obligations he didn’t want. He’d created other answers. Not lies, but not the whole truth, either.
“Ja,” he said, letting himself slip into Deitsch for a moment.
“If you’re here on Sunday, you’re welcome at our services,” she replied in the same language before turning to J.J. and asking in English if he wanted more lemonade.
Toby was taken aback at her lack of curiosity. Why hadn’t she posed the questions others had? Was she worried he’d have questions of his own? Was she hiding something like he was?
He’d never know if he left as soon as the horses were unloaded. Guilt clamped a heated claw around his throat. How could he leave her here with someone like Ned, who would see a plain woman as an easy target for his heartless flirtations? Should Toby suggest J.J. take Ned with him and let Toby stay instead?
You’ve lost your mind! The best thing he could do was get out of there as soon as possible. He needed to avoid the faintest possibility of a connection with Sarah, a lovely woman who intrigued him. Maybe it was too late. His determination to keep Ned from breaking her heart proved that. He didn’t want to see her hurt as he’d been many times.
Chapter Two (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656)
Sarah had never been so relieved to see her boss as she was when Mr. Summerhays strode into the room. J.J. had been telling an endless tale about people she’d never met in places she’d never heard of. Her polite interruptions to offer lemonade hadn’t stymied him. He would reply that he’d like more to drink; then once again, he’d relaunch into his story. He shared a multitude of events that were, in Sarah’s opinion, barely related to one another. When he mentioned Toby by name, she was surprised to hear him say he was glad to have Toby with him because they could share the driving on long trips.
She wondered if J.J. found Ned overly pushy, too. Instantly, she was contrite. She shouldn’t judge Englisch folks and their ways when she was considering becoming one of them.
“Thank you, Sarah,” Mr. Summerhays said with his easy smile as he entered the room. To look at him, nobody would think he was a wealthy man. He dressed in beat-up clothes and always appeared to be in desperate need of a haircut. He was the complete opposite of his wife, who never emerged from their room without makeup, a perfect hairdo and clothing that had graced the pages of the fashion magazines she read.
Sarah nodded and rose. Thanking God for putting an end to the stilted conversation that felt as if every word had to be invented before she could speak it, she left the lemonade and extra glasses on the table.
As she reached the door, she spread out her arms to halt Ethan and Mia from racing in and interrupting their daed. She quickly realized they didn’t want to see him, but the horses Natalie had told them were in the trailer.
Sarah’s heart grew heavy at the thought that the kinder weren’t interested in spending time with their daed, though they hadn’t seen him for a week. How she wished she could have another few moments with her daed! He’d died before she and her two older brothers had moved to the Harmony Creek settlement. Unlike Menno and Benjamin, Daed had listened to her dreams of finding a way to help others. Her brothers dismissed them as silly, but Daed never had. When she’d suggested she take EMT training when they became volunteers at the Salem Fire Department, her brothers had reminded her that they were the heads of the household.
And they disapproved of the idea.
As one, they told her she must not mention it again and should focus on more appropriate duties. No Amish woman should be giving medical aid to strangers. It wasn’t right.
Neither Benjamin nor Menno was being honest with her. They were worried she’d get hurt if she served as an EMT. Maybe their being overprotective wouldn’t have bothered her if Wilbur Eash hadn’t been the same. When Wilbur had first paid attention to her at youth group gatherings in Indiana, she’d been flattered such a gut-looking and popular guy was interested in her. Before the first time he took her home in his courting buggy, he’d started insisting she heed him on matters big and small. He, like her brothers, seemed to believe she wasn’t capable of taking care of herself.
What would Daed have said? The same, or would he have suggested she find out if Menno and Benjamin—and Wilbur—were right in their assumption that she needed to be protected from her dreams? Daed had always listened to Mamm’s opinion until her death a few years before his. Sarah had heard him say many times Mamm’s insight had often made him look at a problem in another way.
She’d asked her friends if they knew of Amish women taking EMT training. They hadn’t but offered to write to friends in other settlements. So far, no one had received answers to their letters.
“We’ll go ahead and get those horses unloaded,” J.J. said from the room behind her. “Toby, tell Ned to help you.”
“Can we watch?” Ethan asked as Toby hurried out the front door.
“We’ll be good,” his little sister hurried to add.
Sarah didn’t answer as she pushed her uneasy thoughts aside and concentrated on her job. She loved these kinder, but she had no illusions about what rascals they were. Her predecessors hadn’t stayed long, according to Mrs. Hancock, because they couldn’t handle the rambunctious youngsters. With a laugh, Sarah had replied she’d been quite the outrageous youngster herself, which, she acknowledged, was one reason her brothers looked askance at every idea she had. Though she was twenty-seven, they treated her as if she were as young as Mia. She wished they’d give her the benefit of the doubt once in a while and realize she was a woman who yearned to help others.
Just as she needed to offer the Summerhays kinder a chance to show they could be gut. Giving the youngsters a stern look, she said, “I’ll agree to take you outside to watch if you promise to stay with me every second, hold my hand and not get in the way. If Mr. Christner says you have to leave, you must.”
Though the Amish didn’t use titles, even when speaking of bishops and ministers, she wanted to impress on the kinder how vital it was to heed Toby’s instructions while he put the horses in the paddock. Racehorses were high-strung, and she guessed he and Ned needed to keep their attention on the task.
“Can we come, too?” asked Alexander, who was going to be as tall as his daed and maybe broader across the shoulders. He was nine, but the top of his head was two inches higher than Sarah’s.
She’d never figured out how these kinder learned what was going on when she hadn’t seen them nearby. She suspected they put the decorative columns and other architectural elements in the house to gut use.
“Ja,” she said, looking each youngster in the eyes. “You may come, but Ethan and Mia must hold my hands. Natalie, hold Mia’s other one. Alexander, hold Ethan’s. If anyone lets go, I’ll bring you inside right away, and there’ll be no going out until the horses are unloaded. Do you agree?”
The kinder shot wary glances at each other. When she repeated her question, they nodded.
Sarah took the younger two by the hands and watched to be certain Natalie and Alexander did as she’d requested. Leading them onto the porch, she paused as Toby opened the trailer. She breathed a sigh of relief to see Ned sitting in the truck, going through a stack of paperwork. Tossing it aside, he stepped out of the truck and flashed her a wide smile.
She looked away and right at Toby, who stood with one foot on the bumper. Under his straw hat, a faint frown appeared again as his brows drew together. His eyes were concealed by the shadow from the hat’s brim.
Realizing she should have spoken to him before she agreed to bring the kinder outside, she asked, “Is it a problem if we watch you unload the horses?”
“Not if you stay out of the way,” he answered.
“I’ll make sure.”
His only reply was an arch of one eloquent eyebrow. She’d heard cowboys could be men of few words, but this one took being terse to ridiculous lengths.
Herding the kinder to the far side of the pair of linked paddocks in front of the main stable behind the house, she knew they’d have an excellent view of the proceedings. She’d vetoed Ethan’s request to stand on a bench because it was too close to the gate. She wanted the youngsters as far as possible from the animals when they emerged from the trailer and had room to show their displeasure at being transported in close quarters. Sarah was grateful the Texans would be on their way soon. She hadn’t expected to have a gut-looking Amish cowpoke come into her life.
A faint memory stirred, and she remembered a letter she’d read in The Budget, the newspaper printed for and written by scribes in plain communities, about new western settlements that had developed ways that differed from other communities. One in eastern Oklahoma had started using tractors in their fields, because a team of mules couldn’t break the soil. The tractors had steel wheels with no tires and couldn’t be used for anything but fieldwork, but it was a compromise the settlement had to agree upon if they wanted to remain on those farms.
Toby’s settlement in Texas must have made similar concessions to the climate and the land. That could explain why he was allowed to drive the big truck, something that wouldn’t have been allowed in most settlements.
The kinder began to cheer when Ned brought the first horse and Toby went into the paddock. She hushed them as the big black shied when it came off the ramp. She wasn’t sure if her warning or Toby’s scowl silenced them. Either way, none of the youngsters made a peep as Ned guided the horse into the first paddock, shoved the reins in Toby’s hand and, leaving, closed the gate.
Toby began to give the sleek horse a quick examination. “I need to make sure, while the horse was in the trailer, he didn’t injure himself without us noticing,” he said, answering the question she’d been thinking but hadn’t wanted to ask out loud.
She watched how Toby ran his hands along the horse, keeping it from shying away or rearing in fright. He kept his motions to a minimum, and if the horse began to tense, he soothed it with soft words.
Satisfied the horse was fine, Toby led him into the inner paddock and took off the lead rope. The horse galloped, happy to be out of the trailer and able to stretch out his legs.
“Pretty horse,” Natalie said in a wistful tone. The girl was as obsessed with horses as her daed.
The second horse, also dark in color, took his arrival in stride. He pranced into the paddock, dragging Ned with him, and stood like a statue during the examination. When Toby turned him out in the other paddock, he walked in as if coming home.
“That was easy,” Alexander said with a grin. “Too bad they aren’t all like that.”
Toby nodded but didn’t smile in return. Maybe his lips grew a little less taut.
When Alexander looked at her with an expression that asked What did I do wrong? she smiled and said, “Mr. Christner needs to concentrate. I’m sure he’ll be more ready to talk once he’s done.”
She wasn’t sure of that or why she was making excuses, other than she didn’t want Alexander to be hurt. The boy nodded, and she turned as the kinder did to watch the final horse being taken from the trailer.
Even she, who didn’t know much about horses beyond the quiet buggy horse she drove, could tell the bay prancing around Ned was magnificent. Muscles rippled beneath the sheen of his coat, and his black mane and tail floated on the air with each movement.
As soon as the horse was brought into the first paddock, Toby began the same swift examination he’d done with the others. He was squatting, checking the horse’s legs, when a gray barn cat flashed through the paddock. The horse started, whinnied, then reared in a panic.
Sarah tightened her grip on the younger kinder’s hands and called to Natalie and Alexander to back away from the fence. The horrified youngsters froze as the bay’s hooves pawed the air as if fighting off a giant invisible rival.
Mia screamed, “Look out, kitty!”
The little girl tore her hand out of Sarah’s and lunged toward the fence. Sarah grabbed Mia by the shoulders, tugging her back as the horse bucked toward them.
“Hold my hand and don’t let go,” Sarah ordered in not much more than a whisper. She didn’t want her voice to upset the horse more, though she doubted it could be heard in the paddock over the thuds from the horse’s hooves on the ground. “Nobody move. Nobody say a word.”
She stared at the paddock, horrified. Toby tried to calm the horse. He kept the horse from bucking by guiding it away from the fence. The horse jerked forward. He stumbled after it, refusing to let go of the lead. He grimaced and stutter-stepped. Dropping to one knee, he pushed himself up again. Fast.
Not fast enough. The horse was spinning to strike out at him again. It yanked the lead away from him.
Releasing the kinder’s hands, Sarah pushed aside the gate and ran into the paddock. Toby shouted as the Summerhays kids cried out in fear. Ned called a warning. She ignored them and tried to grab the rope, ducking so it didn’t strike her.
She’d handled a frightened animal before. When a new buggy horse had been spooked by a passing truck, she’d known she needed to reassure the horse and show it there was nothing to fear.
Not looking at the horse directly, she kept talking as she evaded its flashing hooves. She was relieved when Toby grabbed the horse’s halter. He stroked the shuddering animal but didn’t say anything while she continued to murmur. The horse began to grow calmer.
When she thought it was safe, she asked, “Where do you want him?”
“The inner paddock with the others.” Toby’s voice was clipped.
Was he upset with her for stepping in? No time to ask. She walked the horse to the gate and into the paddock. Unsnapping the lead, she moved slowly to keep from scaring the horse again.
The moment Sarah closed the gate, Alexander called out, “That was cool, Sarah!”
“Quiet. There’s no sense upsetting the horses more.”
Not waiting to see if the kids would cooperate, she went to where Toby was leaning against a fence post.
“How badly are you hurt?” she asked.
Instead of answering her, he asked, “Is Bay Boy okay?”
“He’s shivering,” she said, glancing at the other paddock, “but he’ll be okay.”
“You’ve got a way with horses.”
When she saw how he gritted his teeth on each word, she said, “You are hurt! Where?”
“I twisted my ankle. It’ll be okay once I walk it off.” He pushed himself away from the rail and took a step to prove it.
With a gasp, he sank to his left knee and grasped his right ankle.
She scanned the yard. Where was Ned? She didn’t see him anywhere.
“Alexander,” she shouted, “go inside and call 911. Right now!”
“I can call them from here.” He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket.
“Quickly!”
Later, she’d remind Alexander he wasn’t supposed to have his phone for another week. He’d gotten in trouble while prank calling his friends because he was bored. By mistake, he’d reached the private phone of the police chief in the village of Salem. She wondered how the boy had retrieved his phone. She’d asked Mr. Summerhays to put it in his wall safe. With a grimace, she guessed Alexander had watched his daed open it often enough that he’d learned the combination. She’d have to find another way to make him atone for bothering the police chief.
At that thought, she added, “Dial carefully.”
He averted his eyes, a sure sign he knew a scolding would be coming his way once Toby was taken care of.
The call was made, and Alexander reported the rescue squad was on its way. He gave her the phone. Dropping it into a pocket under her black apron, she looked at Toby, who was trying not to show his pain.
Just as he hid every other emotion. What was he worried about revealing?
* * *
Everything, in Toby’s estimation, had gone wrong since J.J. had pulled the truck into the Summerhays’ long drive. The moment Toby had gone to the door and found an Amish woman there, he should have known this wasn’t going to be like other deliveries they’d made on this trip from Texas. He hadn’t guessed he’d be hurt by a horse he’d trained himself. A beginner’s mistake. After years of working with horses and convincing them it was better to behave, he should have been prepared for every possible move Bay Boy could have made.
At the worst moment, as the cat decided to chase something right under Bay Boy’s nose, Toby had let himself be distracted by Sarah and how the reflected sunlight off her gorgeous red hair seared his eyes. Dummkopf, he chided himself. He spent the past dozen years avoiding relationships, romantic or otherwise, and he’d been at Summerhays Stables less than two hours and already was thinking too much about her.
“Ned?” he managed to ask.
Sarah shrugged her slender shoulders. “I don’t know where he went. Komm with me,” she said in a tone that suggested he’d be wasting his time to protest. He guessed she used it often with the Summerhays kids. “You need to get your weight off that ankle before you hurt it worse.”
He wasn’t sure he could hurt it worse. Each time he took a breath, stabs of pain danced around his ankle, setting every nerve on fire.
“I’m fine right here.” The idea of moving was horrifying.
“There’s a bench on the other side of the fence. You can sit there until the EMTs arrive.”
She didn’t give him a chance to protest. Squatting, she moved beneath his right arm, which she draped over her shoulders. The top of her kapp just missed his chin. She put her arm around him. With a strength he hadn’t expected, she assisted him to his feet. His face must have displayed his surprise.
“I’ve been wrangling four kinder, cowboy,” she said in an easy copy of his boss’s drawl. “One bumped-up cowboy is easy.”
“I’m sure it is.” He glanced at where the kids were watching, wide-eyed.
Why hadn’t she sent them into the house? He didn’t need an audience when he hopped along like a hobbled old man.
Pride is a sin. His daed’s voice ran through his head. Daed had always been skilled at preaching the dangers of hochmut. Maybe if he’d been a bit less judgmental, the family could have settled somewhere instead of continuously moving to another district.
Sharp pain coursed up his leg and down to his toes. Had he broken something? He didn’t think so. Was it only a sprain? Each movement was agonizing.
“It’s not far,” Sarah said.
To herself or to him? His weight must have been wearing on her slender shoulders, though she didn’t make a peep of complaint.
A scent that was sweet and woodsy at the same time drifted from her hair. She was careful to help absorb each motion as she helped him from the paddock and out onto the grass.
“This is far enough,” he said, panting as if he’d run across Texas.
“You’re right.” She hunkered down and let his arm slide off her shoulders.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“I’m okay.” She smiled, but her eyes were dim enough to confirm he was right. Her shoulders must be aching.
Toby was grateful when she waved the kinder aside and urged them to let him get some air. He thought they’d protest, but they turned as one when the distant sound of a siren resonated off the foothills, rising beyond the stable.
“They’re coming!” the older boy—Toby couldn’t recall his name through the curtain of pain—shouted.
The siren got louder moments before a square and boxy ambulance appeared around the side of J.J.’s trailer. The kids let out squeals of excitement, but Sarah hushed them. Had she guessed every sound reverberated through his throbbing ankle?
Two men jumped from the ambulance. Each one carried emergency supplies. Shouts came from the direction of the house, and Toby recognized his boss’s anxious voice.
What a mess he’d made of this! The boy he’d once been would have offered a prayer to God to bring him fast healing, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d reached out to God. He didn’t want to make that connection, either, remembering how his Heavenly Father seemed to stop listening to his prayers when Daed had moved them yet again before Toby had even finished unpacking the two boxes he took with him from one place to the next.
“Hi, Sarah!” said a dark-complexioned EMT who wore thick glasses. “What happened here?”
She explained and introduced Toby to the man she called George. The other EMT, a short balding man, was named Derek. They worked on the volunteer fire department with her brothers.
He didn’t want to know that. Everything she said, everyone she introduced him to, every moment while depending on someone threatened to make a connection to the farm and the community beyond it. To say that would sound ungrateful. He needed to focus on getting on his feet again so he could help with their next delivery.
As they knelt beside him, the two EMTs began asking him question after question. Ja, he replied, his right ankle hurt. No, he hadn’t heard a cracking sound when he stepped wrong. Ja, he’d stepped on it after feeling the first pain. No, it didn’t radiate pain except when he’d hopped to where he sat.
“Let’s get a look at it,” George said with a practiced smile. “Sorry if this hurts.”
That was an understatement. When George shifted Toby’s right foot and began to slip off his boot, the world telescoped into a black void of anguish sparked with lightning.
“Stay with us, Toby,” crooned Derek as he pushed up Toby’s sleeve and grabbed an IV needle and tube. “Slow deep breaths. Draw the air in and hold it and let it out. Nice and slow.” He kept repeating the words in a steady rhythm that was impossible not to follow.
The darkness receded, and the sunshine and the smells of animals and dirt rushed to awaken Toby’s senses.
“Back with us?” George asked.
“I think so.”
“Good. Breathe deeply. It’ll keep you from getting light-headed.” The EMT stuck the needle into Toby’s left arm.
Though Toby didn’t wince, he heard the kids groan in horror.
Sarah hushed them but gasped, “Oh, my!” when George rolled down Toby’s sock with care.
Her reaction was a warning, but Toby was shocked to see how swollen his ankle was. Twice its usual size, it was turning as purple as an eggplant.
“What’s happening here?” called J.J. as he reached the paddock with Mr. Summerhays in tow. Ned trailed after them like a half-forgotten pup. He must have gone inside to alert their boss to what had happened.
“A horse wanted to dance,” Toby replied with grim humor, “but he didn’t want me to lead.”
“Is he hurt bad?” J.J. looked past him to the EMTs.
“We’ll know when we get X-rays at the hospital,” George said.
“Hospital?” Toby shook his head. “Bind it, and it’ll be fine.”
“I didn’t realize you were a doctor, Mr. Christner.”
The kids giggled on cue, and Sarah smiled at the EMT’s jest. Yet, in her gaze, he could see her anxiety. He wanted to tell her not to worry about him, though he guessed he’d be wasting his breath. As much as she focused on the kinder, she might be the type to fret about every detail of every day.
The last kind of person he needed in his life.
If that was so, why did he keep thinking about how sweet it’d been to lean on her? She’d been strong and soft at the same time, a combination that teased him to learn more about her.
Toby shut his mouth before he could say something. Something that would make him embarrass himself more. He’d thought nothing could be worse than the pain in his ankle, but he’d been wrong. The only way to keep from saying the wrong thing again was to do what he always tried to do: say nothing.
Chapter Three (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656)
Hushing the kinder, Sarah moved aside to let the EMTs stabilize Toby’s ankle. How useless she felt! If she’d had the training she yearned for, she could have helped him instead of having to wait for the rescue squad to arrive.
“Sarah?”
She looked at Mr. Summerhays, who crooked a finger to her. Telling the youngsters not to move or interrupt the EMTs, she went to where her boss stood by the paddock fence.
Without preamble, he said, “I want you to go to the hospital with him.”
“Me? But why?” The words were out before she could halt them.
“Someone needs to go.” He glanced at J.J.
Sarah understood what her boss didn’t say. He wanted to get his business with the Texan taken care of as soon as possible. With the racing season underway at Saratoga, Mr. Summerhays made it a practice never to miss a single race of his horses or horses that might compete with his.
“Ned could go,” she said.
“Ned?” When she looked past Mr. Summerhays toward the overbearing cowboy, he frowned. “We’re going to need an extra hand to get the horses settled.”
“The kinder... I mean, the children—”
He interrupted her. “Leave them with Mrs. Beebe. She can watch them for the rest of the afternoon.”
“Okay.” What else could she say? Mr. Summerhays was her boss, and he was the kinder’s daed.
He held out a cell phone. “Use this to call for a ride when you’re done at the hospital.”
“I have a phone.” She pulled out Alexander’s.
“Oh.” Mr. Summerhays looked puzzled for a moment, not recognizing his son’s cell phone. “Well, good. I trust you to make sure he gets the best possible care. I’ll call the hospital to let them know that I’m responsible for the bill.”
“Ja, sir.” Though husband and wife were too distracted with their pursuits to give their kinder the time and attention they craved, they were generous. “I’ll call you—” She halted herself when he raised a single finger. “I meant, of course, I’ll call the house when we’re done at the hospital.”
“I can go and get him,” J.J. said as he came closer.
Mr. Summerhays waved aside his words. “Nonsense. There’s no need for you to put yourself out. Sarah can handle it. She’s had a lot of practice dealing with small crises like this.”
Wondering if Toby would describe his injured ankle as a small crisis, Sarah nodded as the two men turned to go to the house. When Mr. Summerhays paused long enough to remind her the kinder should be left with Mrs. Beebe, Sarah nodded again. She was sure the cook was going to be annoyed. Mrs. Beebe had to prepare food for the household while the kitchen was being taken apart. She would be relieved when it was redone with the finishes Mrs. Summerhays had chosen before she left for Europe, but the end of the project was still weeks away.
Sarah gathered the kinder and led them toward the house, though she would have preferred to stay and watch George and Derek work. Taking the youngsters up the ramp into the kitchen, she wasn’t surprised when Mrs. Beebe, who was as thin as one of the columns, frowned.
“Now?” The gray-haired cook sighed as the kinder spread out in the huge kitchen, checking the many boxes stacked in every available space, blocking tall windows and cupboards waiting to be ripped out. “If they tip a cabinet on themselves, we’ll need another ambulance.”
“I’m sorry, but Mr. Summerhays—”
“Go and do what he asked.” Mrs. Beebe waved her apron at Sarah. “I’ll find something to keep them out of trouble.”
Hoping the cook would do better than she had, Sarah rushed outside. She bumped into J.J., who was with Mr. Summerhays.
“Steady there,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders to keep her from falling. “Are you okay? You didn’t get hurt, too, did you?”
Assuring him that she was fine, she hurried toward the paddock. She reached it as the two EMTs were raising the gurney with Toby strapped to it. Seeing his straw hat in the dust, she picked it up and carried it toward the ambulance.
Toby’s face was in full view without his hat. She was startled to see, in spite of his face’s strong lines and angles, a hint of boyishness that had been hidden before. Was pain forcing him to lower his guard a tiny bit?
“I appreciate your retrieving my hat,” Toby said, holding out his hand for it. “Danki.”
She didn’t give it to him. “Let’s wait until we’re in the ambulance.”
“We?” He started to sit up.
When Derek cautioned him to remain still, Toby leaned back against the pillow. He glared at her. She hoped he’d understand when she explained her boss—and his—had sent her with him. Maybe then he’d see she wasn’t any happier about this situation than he was.
Her prayer from earlier echoed in her mind. God, grant me patience. Please let this be the last time I have to save these little ones from their antics. At least for today...
She needed to be more careful what she prayed for.
* * *
Toby tested his ankle, shifting it as he sat in a wheelchair in the emergency waiting room. He couldn’t move the thick air-cast boot encasing his leg enough to do more than cause him pain. Had he groaned aloud? A woman stopped and asked if he needed a nurse. Thanking her, he shook his head.
He was glad when she kept going. Each person who passed by, and there were a lot, glanced his way and added to his self-consciousness.
Two hours ago, after a half-hour drive over pothole-ridden roads, he’d arrived at Glens Falls Hospital. Since then, he’d been subjected to X-rays, examinations and questions. He’d started to wonder if every member of the hospital staff had stopped in to see the useless man who couldn’t control a horse he’d trained for the past year.
Every member of the hospital staff except a doktor.
Finally, a short man had walked in wearing a white lab coat. He’d introduced himself as Doktor Garza before saying, “You did a real number on your ankle, Mr. Christner.”
The words had stung like a rebuke. He’d let his attention wander, and he was paying the price.
“How long before I can work?” Toby had asked.
“You shouldn’t put full weight on it for eight weeks.”
“Eight weeks?”
Doktor Garza had sighed. “I know it’s not what you wanted to hear, but to be honest, I haven’t seen anyone sprain an ankle quite that bad in a long time. You’re going to need to work with a physical therapist to strengthen the muscles so you don’t injure them again. If you don’t—”
A laugh from the cubicle where Sarah had gone with a nurse intruded into his thoughts about what Doktor Garza had said before leaving to check his next patient.
The desk was right behind where Toby now waited. He hadn’t listened to their conversation, but he sat straighter when Sarah spoke.
“Oh, it’s no worry,” she said with another easy laugh. “I can make sure everything is taken care of. I’m used to dealing with recalcitrant kids, big and small.”
The nurse chuckled, but Toby didn’t.
Was Sarah referring to him? He wasn’t going to be her problem. Once he returned to Summerhays Stables, he’d be on his way. The tenuous connection between him and the pretty redhead would be broken.
After he left there, what would he do?
Eight weeks!
Eight weeks of being unable to assist J.J. If his boss sent him back to Texas, he’d be as useless there. He couldn’t ride, not with the inflated boot on his right foot. He couldn’t take care of the animals, even the ones in the barns, because shoveling out a stall would be impossible on one leg.
Toby looked up when Sarah came around the side of the cubicle, carrying a white plastic bag. She gave him a taut smile.
“It’ll be at least forty-five minutes before someone can get here,” she said, taking a seat next to his wheelchair.
“Have you seen my boot? My regular boot.”
She pointed to the white bag on the chair beside her. “It’s in here with your instructions and prescriptions you’ll need to get filled. Do you want to see?”
“No hurry. It sounds as if I won’t be wearing my boot for a few days.”
“Are you hungry?” she asked in the gentle tone he’d heard her use with the Summerhays kids.
He couldn’t keep from thinking about how she’d told the nurse she was accustomed to taking care of stubborn kinder. Had she cast him in that role? “Not really.”
“Thirsty?”
He sighed. She was determined to take care of him as if he were a Summerhays youngster. How could he fault her for lumping him in with the rambunctious kinder? He’d been rude to her from the first word he’d spoken, and she’d made every effort to be nice. He doubted he could have acted the same if their circumstances were reversed. It was long past time for him to show her a bit of gratitude. She’d ridden in the bumpy ambulance with him and waited two long hours in an uncomfortable chair while he was tended to.
“I’m a bit thirsty,” he replied.
“Me, too. There’s a snack shop. We’ve got plenty of time to get something before the car arrives.”
When she stood, he almost apologized for his curt replies. She didn’t give him a chance as she handed him the plastic bag and grasped the handles of the wheelchair.
Toby grimaced as he caught the plastic bag before it could slide off his lap. He’d thought sitting by the entrance door was the most humiliating thing he could experience, but being pushed along the hallway as if in the middle of a bizarre parade was worse. The scents of disinfectants and floor polish followed them.
Behind him, Sarah kept up a steady monologue. He didn’t listen as they turned a corner. The slight jar sent pain surging through him.
When she steered the chair through a door as easily as he would have sent a well-trained horse into its stall, he saw a half-dozen colored tables. A pile of cafeteria trays was stacked to his right, and three people were pushing theirs along rails as they selected food and drinks. A woman with a hairnet and apron assisted them.
“What do you want?” Sarah asked.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“I was going to have a cup of tea.”
His nose wrinkled. “Make mine a cup of kaffi. Black.”
Sarah left him by an empty table and went to get a tray. Carrying it to the far end of the rails, she spoke to the woman in the hairnet, took two blue cups and went to the cash register.
Realization dawned on him, and when she set a cup of fragrant kaffi in front of him, he said, “Before we leave, I need to talk to someone about paying for this.”
“This?” She looked from his cup to hers in bafflement.
“No, the bill for the emergency room.”
Reaching for a packet of sugar, she sprinkled it into the tea. “Don’t worry. Mr. Summerhays is taking care of it.”
“No!” He lowered his voice when heads turned toward them. “I mean, I’m grateful, but I pay my bills.”
“You’ll have to discuss that with Mr. Summerhays.” Her voice was unruffled as she stirred her tea and then took a sip.
“I will. I don’t like being beholden to anyone.”
Sarah laughed as she had while talking with the nurse. “You say that as if I’m supposed to be surprised.”
Lowering his gaze to his kaffi, Toby said, “Sorry. I know I’m prickly.”
“As a blackberry bush.”
“Danki.” His lips twitched.
“It’s okay. It’s gut to see you can smile. I won’t tell anyone and ruin your stern cowboy reputation.”
“Stern? Is that what you think I am?” He looked at her in spite of himself.
She was staring into her cup. “I think it’s what you want the world to believe you are. Or maybe you were going for forbidding or contrary. They look pretty much the same to me.”
“How’s that?”
“As if you sat on a porcupine.” When she raised her eyes, they were twinkling with amusement.
“No, you can be certain that if I’d sat on a porcupine, folks would have heard me yelp from here to the Rio Grande.” He wasn’t sure if he should blame the pain arcing across his ankle or the drugs he’d been given to ease it for giving her such a playful retort.
When she laughed, her eyes widened when he didn’t join in.
“Sorry,” she said. “I know you’re feeling lousy.”
Seizing the excuse she’d offered him, he nodded.
They sipped in silence for several minutes. He was amazed the quiet didn’t seem to bother her as it had in that fancy room in the Summerhays house. She watched visitors and medical staff coming in and out. An odd expression darkened her eyes when a pair of EMTs wandered in to grab cups of kaffi. He thought about asking her if she knew the man and woman, but he kept his curiosity to himself.
Every question he asked, every answer she gave would add a layer to that connection he wanted to avoid.
“Finished?” she asked, coming to her feet.
He was surprised to see his cup was empty. He didn’t recall drinking the kaffi. His mind wasn’t working well.
She took the cup and threw it and her own into a trash can. Coming back, she reached to unlock the chair’s brakes.
For a split second, he wondered when she’d set them in place. The sweet aroma of her shampoo drifted to him, and he was tossed back to the moment when she’d helped him in the paddock. Having her holding him close had been enough for him to forget how much his foot hurt. The memory swept over him, diminishing the pain faster than any drug could.
Had he lost his mind? Thinking such things threatened his promise never to get close to anyone again. He needed to be careful. He had to remember how his heart had hurt each time he’d had to leave gut friends behind, knowing he’d never see them again. To be honest, somewhere along the way, he’d lost the key to his padlocked heart. He told himself it was for the best. How did he know he wouldn’t start acting like his parents, leaving without looking back?
Sarah straightened. “Are you okay? Maybe you should take another pain tablet so it’s working by the time the car gets here.”
“I’m fine.”
“Gut.” She bowed her head for a moment.
He thought her prayer would be silent, but she whispered, “God, danki for making sure Toby wasn’t hurt worse. Please send him quick healing. You know his heart far better than I do, but I don’t think he’s a patient man.”
Gnawing on his bottom lip, he remained silent. He pretended not to see her questioning glance in his direction. He didn’t want to explain he and God had an arrangement that had worked most of his life. Toby wouldn’t expect anything of God, and God wouldn’t expect anything of him. Knowing that had eased Toby’s sorrow each time his parents decided to move.
That was why a faint twinge deep in his heart astounded him. A twinge of longing? For what? To be close to God, who had given Toby a life of chaos and loss? He couldn’t see a reason to reach out to his Heavenly Father. He’d learned to get by on his own.
“Would you like to pray with me?” Sarah asked.
“Not right now. We need to hurry. I don’t want to delay J.J. more than I already have.”
She sat facing him again. “Don’t you remember? He’s left.”
“What?” This time he didn’t care that his raised voice caught the attention of everyone in the snack room. “How do you know that?”
“I found out when I called for our ride home.”
“When were you planning to tell me that little tidbit?”
“I told you while I was wheeling you here.”
He started to argue that she hadn’t, then recalled how pain had stripped his mind of everything. She had to be wrong. J.J. wouldn’t go without him.
When he said as much, she shook her head. “I asked for confirmation when I called, and I was told to tell you that he and Ned would—”
“Ned left, too? Who’s going to help get the horses settled?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s all your boss said. They’ll return in a couple of months to get you.”
“A couple of months?” He closed his eyes as waves of pain flooded him, waves he’d tried to ignore. Opening his eyes, he met Sarah’s. “What am I supposed to do until then?”
“Heal.”
“Where?”
“I told you. Mr. Summerhays has taken care of everything. There’s a guest room on the first floor near the kitchen. You can recover there.”
He forced his frustration down. If he’d been thinking straight, he would have known J.J. couldn’t stay while Toby went to the hospital. Their schedule was tight, and delaying one place meant upsetting many valuable customers they hoped would give them more work.
Was this the answer to his problem on how to protect Sarah from Ned’s machinations? He hadn’t guessed it’d be for him to have a sprained ankle and be as helpless as a boppli.
“I guess I don’t have another choice.” His voice sounded childish even to his ears. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I—”
“Never mind. We need to be out front for when the car gets here, so let’s go,” she said with something that sounded like disappointment.
Disappointment? With him?
If so, she would have to get used to that during the next eight weeks. He’d disappointed everyone in his life.
Including himself.
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The second annual Salem Volunteer Fire Department Berry-fest Dinner was well underway by the time Sarah arrived at the new fire station. Parked out front were the big fire engines and the ambulance that had taken Toby to the hospital earlier that day.
That day? To Sarah, it seemed impossible only a few hours had passed since Natalie had come to alert her that a cowboy was on the porch.
After a quiet drive home from the hospital in Mr. Summerhays’s luxurious truck, Sarah had been relieved when, as they came into the house, her boss had offered to help get Toby, who was reeling from his pain medication, into the guest room on the main floor. She’d agreed to come early the next day so Mr. Summerhays could finish work he’d had to ignore that afternoon. When he asked her to arrange for Toby’s physical therapist’s first visit, she realized her boss had added the Texan to her list of responsibilities.
She looked forward to talking with a trained physical therapist, but she wasn’t sure how Toby would feel about her involvement.
As she opened the door into the firehouse, she pushed that concern aside. She was attending the festive dinner with her friends, and she didn’t want her mind mired in thoughts of the injured man.
Inside the new fire station, which had been dedicated the previous year, tables were set end to end in three rows. Folding chairs were occupied by neighbors who were enjoying barbecued chicken and salads before the volunteer firefighters served them generous slabs of berry pie. A kitchen could be seen beyond a wide pass-through window where urns held kaffi and rows of cups of lemonade and iced tea waited to be claimed. Faint strains of country music came from a speaker in one corner, but it was drowned out by the dozens of conversations in the open space.
A few months ago, heads would have turned when Sarah and her three best friends walked in. However, the residents of the small village had become accustomed to their new plain neighbors among them.
She wondered what the reaction would be if they learned Sarah’s friends had jokingly named themselves the Harmony Creek Spinsters’ Club. They were too old to belong to a youth group but weren’t married, so they didn’t fit in anywhere except with each other. As a group, they enjoyed shopping in the village or attending events like the Berry-fest Dinner.
“Where do you want to sit?” asked Annie Wagler, the more talkative of the Wagler twins. She and her sister, Leanna, were at least two inches shorter than Sarah. Their lustrous black hair glowed with a bluish sheen in the station’s bright lights.
“Do you see four chairs together?” Sarah scanned the room, seeing many familiar faces. People she’d met in the village as well as those living in the new settlement along Harmony Creek.
“There.” Miriam Hartz, a tall blonde, pointed to the right. “Two empty chairs facing two empty chairs.”
“Perfect.” Sarah led the way. When she sat facing the twins, she smiled as Miriam took the chair next to her.
She was delighted. She hadn’t had a chance to talk to Miriam in the past couple of weeks because her friend was busy making preparations for the new school year, which would begin at the end of August. As the Amish school opened two weeks before the private school the Summerhays kinder went to, she was hoping to arrange for a visit. Her charges had so many questions about their plain neighbors, and it would be a gut way to introduce them to kinder their own ages.
“What a wunderbaar idea!” Miriam exclaimed when Sarah brought up the subject. “It’ll help my scholars, too, by letting them meet younger Englisch neighbors. For the most part, their interactions have been with Englisch who work in the stores in Salem.”
“When do you start school?”
“The last full week of this month.”
“The same week as the Washington County fair?”
Miriam gave her a wry smile. “It was either that, or we’d be in session when it was time for next spring’s planting. However, we’ll be doing half days at the end of the first week, so the scholars and their families can go to the fair later in the day. The days count toward our total, and to be honest, the kids have too much summer on their minds to get much work done.”
“Especially as they had to make up days in June and July.”
With the disruption of moving into the new settlement in Harmony Creek Hollow, many of the school-age kinder hadn’t attended the minimum number of days required by the state, so a short session had been necessary. Miriam had held school in her home until the new building had been completed after the Fourth of July.
“I’m hoping they’ll be eager to get back to work,” Miriam replied, “instead of thinking about playing ball. Some would be happy to do that all day, every day.”
The Summerhays kids didn’t play ball other than in video games. A basketball court behind the house hadn’t been used except for storage of supplies for the house renovation. Other than Natalie, who took every opportunity to be with the horses, the kinder preferred to stay indoors. Each time Sarah had insisted on them joining her for a walk, they complained as if being sent to the North Pole in the middle of winter, instead of enjoying the chance to pick fresh berries from the bushes along the road and edging the farm’s fields.
“Sarah!”
She stiffened at her older brother’s voice, which seemed to silence everyone else. She wondered if Menno’s hearing was being damaged by their sawmill. He usually had sawdust clinging to his hair, but tonight it was neat.
Her brothers stopped by where she sat. Menno was short, only an inch or two taller than Sarah. Benjamin’s head reached several inches higher than their older brother’s. Both were built wide and thick like the stumps they left behind when they felled trees on the wood lot. Benjamin worked at the sawmill, but he’d spent most of his time for the past month planting apple trees.
“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming tonight?” asked Menno. “You could have come with us. I don’t like the idea of you driving alone after dark.”
Heat rose along Sarah’s cheeks as eyes turned toward them. Why did her older brother, who was ten years older than she was, treat her as if she were Mia’s age? Her brothers had always been protective of her, but since their move to the new settlement, they didn’t seem to believe she could breathe without supervision.
“I came with my friends,” she said, irritated that her brother’s sharp voice had drawn attention to them. “We hired Hank Puente to bring us in his van.” She couldn’t keep from raising her chin in defiance. “I mentioned that to you at least twice in the past week.”
Benjamin nodded with an apologetic smile, but Menno didn’t crack his stern facade. For a long moment, her older brother stared at her. She met his gaze, refusing to let him daunt her. At last, he clapped Benjamin on the shoulder and walked away.
“Whew,” Annie breathed. “Is it my imagination, or are your brothers keeping an eye on you more closely every day?”
“It’s not your imagination.”
Leanna reached across the table and patted Sarah’s hand in silent consolation.
“That’s ridiculous,” Miriam said at the same time. “You’re a grown woman, not a boppli.”
With a smile she hoped conveyed her appreciation for her friends coming to her defense, Sarah said, “I’ve tried to tell them that, but they don’t want to listen.”
“But they’re okay with you working for the Summerhays family?” Annie asked.
“They haven’t said otherwise.” She didn’t add her brothers knew—as she did—how important her wages were while they worked to establish their sawmill as a viable business.
In the past few weeks, Benjamin and Menno had been discussing the pine trees in their steep fields. A Christmas tree farm is what Benjamin called it, and she guessed that they hoped to sell fresh trees as the holidays approached. Plain families wouldn’t buy them, but Englischers might. However, until the harvest was in and the holiday season rolled around, the household depended on what she was paid each week. That her pay from Mr. Summerhays was always on time was a blessing she never took for granted.
“Guten owed, ladies,” came a deep voice, silencing her thoughts.
A look over her shoulder wasn’t necessary when Sarah saw the soft smile blossoming on Miriam’s face. Even if Sarah hadn’t recognized the voice as Eli Troyer’s, her friend’s expression announced how happy Miriam was to see the carpenter who lived at the far end of the hollow. The two had been walking out together for the past few weeks, a fact Sarah had guessed, though neither Miriam nor Eli had said a word.
Setting plates in front of them with a flourish worthy of the finest restaurant, Eli reminded them the dinner was all-you-can-eat.
Sarah chuckled when she looked at her plate heaped with chicken, french fries, and potato, macaroni and green salads. “I can’t eat all this.”
“Not if we want pie,” added Annie with a laugh.
“You definitely want pie.” Eli motioned toward the counter. “Help yourself to something to drink, too.” He hurried away to serve more food.
“Miriam, how did you arrange for Eli to be our waiter?” Sarah asked with a wink to her friends.
Miriam’s face grew as red as the filling in the slices of berry pie arranged on a nearby table, then she smiled. “I didn’t, but I’m grateful for small favors.”
“I wish more of those handsome firefighters would stop by,” said Leanna.
Sarah put her arm around her friend as they went to get their choice of drinks from the counter. She didn’t know what to say to Leanna, who was eager to get married since the man she’d fallen for wed someone else.
When she saw how Miriam glowed as Eli spoke to her, Sarah was sure this fall would be Miriam’s last as a schoolteacher. Would she marry Eli before Christmas? Though such matters were kept quiet, the small size of the community settled along Harmony Creek made it impossible not to notice who was spending time together.
She wished Miriam every happiness, because Eli seemed like a gut man. She prayed the Wagler twins would find such wunderbaar matches, too. As for herself, she needed to sort out her future before she could commit the rest of her life to someone. She must not make the same mistake she had when opening her heart to Wilbur Eash and having him assume he could make every decision for her.
“So what trouble did your kinder get into today?” Annie asked after they’d shared a silent prayer of thanks for the food in front of them.
Sarah was relieved by Annie’s question, which gave her an excuse to shove aside her uncomfortable thoughts. “The high point was when I had to get them off those tall columns in the entry.” She stabbed a piece of green salad. “I don’t know how you deal with a dozen, Miriam, when I’m on my toes with four.”
“The kinder didn’t get hurt, ain’t so?” asked Miriam.
“No.” She explained how she’d gotten to the two younger ones before they fell.
“I’m glad to hear that after Caleb mentioned the ambulance went out to the stables this afternoon.”
Sarah nodded. Like her brothers, Miriam’s brother, who was the founder of the new settlement along Harmony Creek, was a volunteer firefighter. They wore beepers to alert them about emergencies.
“Is everyone okay?” asked Leanna.
Again, Sarah nodded. “Horses were being delivered, and one was startled by a barn cat. When Toby tried to control it, he got hurt. We were worried his ankle was broken, which was why I had Alexander call 911.”
“Toby? I think you may have mentioned the name before.” Annie glanced at the others as she arched her brows.
Sarah ignored her teasing. “He delivered the three horses to Mr. Summerhays from Texas.”
“A cowboy?” Annie asked with a chuckle.
Again Sarah acted as if she hadn’t heard the silly question. “Toby was examining the horse when it spooked. He needed to go to the emergency room, but he’s at the house now. He’ll stay there while his sprain heals.” She shook her head. “I’m not sure who’s going to give me more trouble, the kinder or Toby.”
“You’ll be taking care of him?” Miriam asked.
“Mr. Summerhays wants me to oversee his physical therapy.” She took a bite of the delicious macaroni salad, which tasted like the one served at the last church Sunday. She guessed an Amish volunteer had shared the recipe with the other firefighters. “It was such a bizarre accident. Watching Toby, it’s obvious he’s skilled with handling horses. If he hadn’t been, Mr. Summerhays would have insisted on his grooms checking the horses. It’s too bad he was hurt.”
Expecting her friends to show sympathy for Toby’s situation, Sarah was astonished when the others began laughing.
“What’s funny?” she asked.
“You and your Amish cowboy.” Annie put her hand to her lips as she giggled again.
“He’s not my cowboy.”
“Not yet.”
Turning to Leanna, Sarah said, “Maybe you can talk sense into your twin. She’s not listening to me.”
“Annie doesn’t listen to anyone.” With a warm smile for her sister, Leanna added, “This time I’ve got to agree with her. You seem pretty taken with this cowboy. You’ve known him for a few hours, and you’ve talked more about him this evening than anything else.”
“I—”
“Don’t deny it, Sarah!” Annie winked at her twin and Miriam. “Isn’t it true?”
Sarah waited while they laughed again, then, smiling, asked her friends about what they were busy with. Miriam had school plans, and Leanna had recently purchased some goats and hoped to sell their milk and homemade soap at the farmers market in the center of the village.
When the topic didn’t shift again to Toby, she was grateful. It wasn’t easy to keep the man out of her thoughts. Several times, she found her mind wandering to him and had to focus on the conversation. It’d been a stressful day, and she was thankful God had put her in a place where she’d been able to help.
Eli came to the table, and Sarah was surprised to see she’d eaten the rest of her meal without tasting a bite, including the pie. Hearing the others commenting on how wunderbaar the dessert had been, Sarah wished she’d taken notice of it.
She felt a pang of something she didn’t want to examine when she saw how Eli smiled at Miriam at the same time his young nephew gave her a hug. She was happy the three were becoming a family. Why the pang? Maybe she was more like Leanna than she wanted to admit. No, that was silly. Sarah didn’t need another man telling her what to do in an unnecessary attempt to shield her from her own choices.
In spite of herself, her eyes cut to where her brothers waited to deliver food to the tables. Her brothers laughed and chatted with plain and Englisch firefighters. She frowned when she saw Benjamin say something to two women in T-shirts and jeans that were identical to what the other Englischer volunteers wore. He seemed okay with those women being firefighters, but he had agreed with Menno that Sarah must not take EMT training.
There must be something she could do to persuade them she deserved the same respect.
God, please help me discover what.
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Jo Ann Brown
A cowboy for Christmas or another year in the Amish Spinster Club?Nanny Sarah Kuhns has her hands full with kinder, her overbearing brothers and her big dreams. And it only gets worse when she takes on the care of an injured cowboy.For Amish travelling horseman Toby Christner, tight-knit Harmony Creek represents everything he’s run from. Until he heals, he can’t leave…but will falling for Sarah make him want to stay?
A cowboy for Christmas...
or another year in the Amish Spinster Club?
Nanny Sarah Kuhns has her hands full with kinder, her overbearing brothers and her big dreams. And it only gets worse when she takes on the care of an injured cowboy. For Amish traveling horseman Toby Christner, tight-knit Harmony Creek represents everything he’s run from. Until he heals, he can’t leave...but will falling for Sarah make him want to stay?
JO ANN BROWN has always loved stories with happily-ever-after endings. A former military officer, she is thrilled to have the chance to write stories about people falling in love. She is also a photographer and travels with her husband of more than thirty years to places where she can snap pictures. They have three children and live in Florida. Drop her a note at joannbrownbooks.com (http://www.joannbrownbooks.com).
Also By Jo Ann Brown (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656)
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The Amish Christmas Cowboy
Jo Ann Brown
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THE AMISH CHRISTMAS COWBOY
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Toby had seen Sarah offer a consoling hand to the kinder, but he hadn’t expected her to treat him with the same familiarity.
“I know how difficult that is,” she said.
Did she? Or, he wondered, was she referring to what made her eyes dim? He was curious what it was Sarah wanted to do when she seemed so content living in the new Amish community. The longing for roots among Plain folk gripped him, but he pushed it aside.
“You’re like the kinder. If there’s something you don’t want to do, you need a goal to convince yourself to do it.”
“What is this goal you’ve got in mind?”
“If the doktor’s opinion says your ankle can handle the exertion, I’ll ask Mr. Summerhays to arrange for you to spend a day at his stables in Saratoga.” She grinned. “Enough of a challenge for you, cowboy?”
His efforts to keep a wall between them had been futile. She was able to see within him to know what he’d prize.
He was getting in too deep with her but, for once, he didn’t retreat. He was leaving as soon as he healed, so why not enjoy a challenge—and her sweet smile—until then?
Dear Reader (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656),
Family...
The most important people in our lives are our families. Some are related by blood. Others come into our lives in different ways. They’re the people who matter the most, the ones we’d risk anything for...and the ones who drive us crazy at times. We get the angriest at our family because what they think and do and feel matter deeply. Like Sarah and Toby, we have to learn to understand and forgive our families, something that can be more difficult than forgiving friends or strangers. We must come to see that what annoys us is coming from a place of love, a place where we are truly blessed.
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Wishing you many blessings,
Jo Ann Brown
And the multitude of them that believed were of one heart and of one soul: neither said any of them that ought of the things which he possessed was his own; but they had all things common.
—Acts 4:32
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Contents
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About the Author (#ua6cfc411-01c4-572e-a9df-c89c5f6a76ef)
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Dear Reader (#u507aebfe-cb39-551f-bd73-c713094d9b7a)
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Dedication (#ue04e3ce9-7116-5973-86ba-1a0926f63ab2)
Chapter One (#u86b2a54c-1c22-5142-b1a3-f46fb00942f2)
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Chapter One (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656)
Harmony Creek Hollow, New York
“Guess what, Sarah?”
The last thing Sarah Kuhns wanted to do was play a guessing game with Natalie Summerhays, the oldest of the four kinder in the house where Sarah worked as the nanny. At ten, Natalie was poised partway between being a kind and standing on the precipice of becoming a teenager.
“What?” Sarah asked as she wondered why anyone with small kinder would build a house with columns within a youngster’s reach from the bannister on the staircase curving above the elegant entry’s marble floors. She’d talked four-year-old Mia into letting Sarah pluck her off one fluted column. Ethan, who at five years old considered himself invulnerable, wasn’t willing to give up his attempt to touch the ceiling twenty feet above the floor.
God, grant me patience, she prayed as she did often while watching the Summerhays kinder. Please let this be the last time I have to save these little ones from their antics. At least for today...
Motioning with her hands, she called to Ethan again, “Komm, kind.”
His head jerked around, and he grinned as the kinder often did when she spoke to them in Deitsch. For some reason, they found the words she used at home funny. She had no idea why.
Ethan’s blond hair fell into his blue eyes, and he reached to push it aside. With a yelp, he began to slide down the column.
Sarah leaned over the bannister, praying it wouldn’t collapse or her glasses wouldn’t slip off and crash to the floor. She caught the little boy’s shirt as he dropped past her. He shrieked, and she wrapped her fingers in the fabric. With a big jerk that resonated through her shoulders, she flipped him across the rail and into her arms. The motion knocked her from her feet, and she sat hard on a step.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she held the little boy close. He shook, and she cuddled him to her. Maybe he understood how he could have been hurt.
Then she realized he was laughing! He thought the whole thing had been fun. When he squirmed to get out of her hold, she tightened it.
She felt sorry for the four kinder who always were looking for ways to be noticed. Their parents were busy—Mr. Summerhays with his businesses and his racehorses and Mrs. Summerhays redoing her wardrobe and the house every two to three months—and they paid little attention to their kids. Even when one or more acted outrageously, the mischief seldom registered with their busy parents.
Carrying Ethan down the stairs while leading Mia by the hand, Sarah said, “You told me you wouldn’t climb the columns again.”
“We didn’t climb them,” Mia said with the aplomb of a four-year-old attorney arguing a legal loophole in a courtroom. “We got on them up there.”
Sarah resisted rolling her eyes as she put Ethan on his feet. The youngsters nitpicked everything. In the nine months since she’d taken the job as nanny, she’d learned to be specific when setting parameters for them. Apparently, she hadn’t been specific enough.
How her friends in the Harmony Creek Spinsters’ Club would laugh when she told them about this! They were getting together that evening to attend the second annual Berry-fest Dinner to benefit the local volunteer fire department. She wondered if her friends had guessed that she told them less than a quarter of the “adventures” her charges got into each day. She tried to head the kinder off before they were hurt, but didn’t want to hover over them. Being overprotective wasn’t gut for anyone. She knew that too well.
“Sarah!” Natalie stamped her foot. “Did you hear me?”
“Just a minute.” Frowning at the younger kinder, she ordered, “No more getting on the columns anywhere.”
“From floor to ceiling?” asked Ethan.
“And everywhere in between. No getting on the columns. Understood?”
Ethan and Mia glanced at each other, then nodded.
“Sarah!” Natalie crossed her arms over her bright red T-shirt. “Sarah, are you listening?”
Watching the two little ones skipping across the fancy rug that cost more than the farm where she lived with her two brothers, Sarah sighed. She faced the impatient ten-year-old who’d inherited her mamm’s glistening black hair and gray eyes. Someday, Natalie would be a beauty like her mamm, but with her lips compressed, she looked like the kind she was.
“I’m listening.” Sarah smoothed her black apron that had gotten bunched against her dark green dress when she’d kept Ethan from falling. For a moment, she wondered what Alexander, the fourth Summerhays youngster, was up to. She would check once she listened to Natalie. Checking her kapp was in place, she asked, “What’s up, Natalie?”
“Did someone order a cowboy?”
Stunned, she stared at the girl. “Why would you ask me that?”
“Because there are cowboys on the porch.”
She struggled not to frown. The kinder had played plenty of pranks on her when she first began working for Mr. and Mrs. Summerhays. Childish practical jokes like a whoopee cushion beneath her and spiders in her glass. She’d laughed along with them, until they’d stopped. Or she’d thought they had.
When she’d been offered the job, she’d seen it as a gift from God. It provided her with an open window into Englisch lives, allowing her to learn what she’d need to know if she decided to move away from the Harmony Creek settlement. Her stomach clenched. She didn’t want to leave her brothers or the wunderbaar friends she’d made since they moved to northern New York last year, but being baptized meant surrendering her dream of helping others.
That dream had been born the day she went to visit her daed in the hospital after a serious barn accident. He’d lost his right arm, and she guessed he might have given up if it hadn’t been for the nurses and physical therapists who’d believed in him. Watching them, she’d decided she wanted to learn to do such work, but that would be impossible if she became a full member of the Amish church. However, a job like a volunteer EMT might be allowed.
“Natalie,” she began.
“There are cowboys out there!” insisted the girl. “If you don’t believe me, look for yourself.”
Sarah took a quick glance at the top of the wide door to make sure someone hadn’t rigged a bucket of water on it. The fancy door was hinged in the middle, and she kept a close eye on the other side...just in case. The August heat battered her like an open oven door.
“See?” demanded Natalie.
Lowering her gaze from the door’s top, Sarah gasped when she saw who stood on the wide porch.
A cowboy!
A real live cowboy!
She stared in disbelief at his wide-brimmed straw hat that looked as if it’d been plucked out of one of her brother Menno’s Zane Grey novels. Though the day was warm, he wore a long-sleeved light green shirt and denims. His black Western boots had scuffed toes. Sun-streaked brown hair fell forward into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, bluer than a cloudless summer sky.
“Ma’am, is this Ian Summerhays’s place?” asked another cowboy, who tipped his black hat as he came up the steps. He was older, old enough to be her daed, and his slow drawl came, she guessed, right out of the heart of Texas.
“Ja... Yes, it is.” She couldn’t pull her gaze from the younger man, who gaped at her in outright astonishment.
Hadn’t he seen a plain woman before? If he hadn’t, he should still have known it wasn’t polite to stare.
Then, realizing she was doing the same, she cut her eyes to the older man and asked, “Are you looking for Mr. Summerhays?”
“Is he around?”
“He’s in his office.” She didn’t add how rare that was. He spent most days at the stables in Saratoga, about an hour’s drive south.
“Can you let him know we’ve got a delivery for him?” The older man gestured toward a large truck with a massive horse trailer behind it.
South Texas Stables was written on the side of the trailer in fading red letters. Through the narrow windows, motions revealed animals were inside. She was relieved to hear the sound of an air-conditioning unit coming on, knowing the animals would be more comfortable than she was in her bed on a hot summer night when the air was still.
“Of course.” She turned to Natalie. “Please go and let your daed know there’s a delivery.”
The little girl glanced at the men on the porch and, for a moment, Sarah thought she would protest.
Natalie grinned. “I told you there were cowboys out here.”
“You did.” Bending, Sarah said, “Mrs. Beebe said she was going to have a treat for you this afternoon.” The cook knew the youngsters were always ready for a snack. “You can check with her if it’s ready after you let your daed know someone wants to talk with him.”
“Okay, I get it. You want to talk to the cowboy by yourself. Don’t let him sweep you onto his horse and ride off with you into the sunset.” She giggled before running inside.
Sarah hoped neither man had heard the girl. Those hopes were dashed when she aimed a furtive look in the younger man’s direction and saw his frown. His light brown brows were lowered like storm clouds over his bright blue eyes. Intense emotion filled them, but she didn’t know why he was distressed.
After Natalie had rushed away to her daed’s office in the left wing of the house, Sarah looked at the men, unsure what to say next. She wished Mrs. Summerhays were there, but the kinder’s mamm was in Europe, buying items in antiques shops in Paris and Rome and Vienna to create her new vision for the house. Should Sarah ask the two men in? No, three men. Another guy with a cowboy hat walked around the trailer. Leaning against it, the dark-haired man lit a cigarette, startling her. Mr. Summerhays didn’t like anyone smoking near the house or stables.
Her face must have revealed that, because the older man snapped an order at the third cowboy. With a grimace, he dropped the cigarette and ground it out with the toe of his boot.
“Sorry, ma’am,” said the older man. “Ned forgets his manners sometimes.” He aimed a frown at the man by the trailer.
Wanting to put an end to the uncomfortable conversation, Sarah asked, “Was Mr. Summerhays expecting you?”
“We’re a day early, but I warned him we might be. By the way, I’m J.J. Rafferty, and that talkative guy there—” he pointed at the younger man who hadn’t said a word “—is Toby Christner. Toby, show the lady that you can talk.”
“Nice to meet you,” the handsome cowboy said. His baritone voice would have been pleasant on the ear if he’d put inflection in it.
“I’m Sarah Kuhns,” she answered.
J.J. nodded toward her, then looked past her.
Sarah turned to see Natalie standing behind her. “Did you talk to your daed?”
The girl nodded. “He’ll be out in a few minutes. He’s finishing a call.”
“We’ll catch up on a few things,” J.J. said, “while we’re waiting.” He walked toward the truck, motioning for Ned to follow him.
The dark-haired man winked at her before going with J.J.
Toby remained where he was. So did his frown. What was bothering him? Was he upset Mr. Summerhays hadn’t dropped everything to greet them when they arrived? If they’d done business with her boss, they should have known how busy he was. So busy he seldom came home before ten, long after the kinder were tucked into bed. He was gone at dawn to the stables in Saratoga or to New York City, where he did something there with the stock market.
Sarah wished she could think of something to say to the tall man who didn’t seem in a hurry to join the others. She’d gotten comfortable talking with Englischers since she started working as a nanny. Something about the man’s posture told her engaging him in small talk would be futile. She was curious how many horses were being delivered to the stables, but held her tongue.
J.J. and Ned returned to the porch after a few minutes. If they’d come to the house she shared with her two brothers deep in the hollow with Harmony Creek at its center, she’d know what to do. She would have brought them into the kitchen and asked them to sit at the table while she served iced tea and chilled pie.
Should she do the same here? She couldn’t invite them into the kitchen. Mrs. Summerhays had her guests brought to the room she called the library, though there weren’t any books in it. Sarah wished the housekeeper were here, but it was Mrs. Hancock’s day off. Mrs. Beebe, the cook, had her hands full with getting meals ready while the kitchen was being renovated...again. It was the third time in two years Mrs. Summerhays had decided it needed a complete updating.
Knowing she must not leave the men standing on the porch in the heat, she said, “Please komm inside where you can wait for Mr. Summerhays.”
Toby cleared his throat. “I can—”
“Come along, both of you,” said J.J. “I don’t want to unload the horses until Summerhays checks them to make sure they meet his satisfaction. We had a tough enough time getting the bay into the trailer the first time. He’ll be more resolute not to go in again.”
“But—”
“No sense standing out in the heat. Any chance you might have something cool to drink, young lady?”
“I’m sure there’s something. I can check.”
“Much obliged.” J.J. motioned for her to go ahead of him, then followed her into the large entry along with Toby and Ned. As J.J. took his hat off, he gave a low whistle. “Mighty fine spread here.”
She hadn’t heard anyone talk like him before but guessed he was complimenting the house. She had a lot to learn about Englischers. Finding out about Englisch ways was going to be a bigger task than she’d guessed.
“I’ll find out what’s on ice in the kitchen.” She shouldn’t leave them in the entry, but she wasn’t sure where to take them. Mrs. Beebe would know what to do, because the cook had been working at the house since the family moved in.
“Whatever you’ve got will be great,” J.J. said.
She smiled in return, then spun and hurried toward the kitchen. She glanced back. Her gaze was caught by the younger man, who regarded her with the same expressionless look.
How odd! At that moment, she would have given a penny to know his thoughts. Maybe even two.
* * *
The last person Toby Christner had expected would answer the door was an Amish woman. If someone had warned him ahead of time, he would have thought it was a joke. She wasn’t any more out of place in the fancy house than the house itself was among the other simple farms they’d seen along the road toward the Vermont border. Stone pillars by the road were set next to a fancy sign announcing Summerhays Stables, which lay beyond them. The whole setup matched the prestige Ian Summerhays was garnering with his excellent racehorses, including the three his boss had brought from Texas, where Toby had been working with them for a year.
He glanced at the young Amish woman, who was rushing away as if she couldn’t wait to be done with them. Not that he blamed her. Ned Branigan hadn’t stopped trying to get her attention. Toby wanted to tell his coworker his sly wiles wouldn’t work on an Amish woman, but Ned would have ignored him.
Sarah wasn’t tall. In fact, when he’d moved closer to her to go inside, she’d taken a step back so she didn’t have to tilt her head to look at him. She had bright red hair beneath her kapp. Her gold-rimmed glasses hadn’t been able to hide the surprise in her mahogany-brown eyes when she’d seen him on the porch.
Toby let his boss and Ned lead the way into the magnificent house. It was grander than the house on J.J.’s spread, and larger than what everyone called the Hacienda. That long, low house didn’t have pristine marble floors glistening like mirrors and columns as formal as the ones he’d seen in a casino in Las Vegas when they’d made a delivery out to the desert about six months ago. A staircase curved up to an open gallery on the second story. On either side of the front door, rooms were two steps below the entry’s marble floor. Furniture that looked like it belonged in a mansion was arranged in each. None appeared comfortable.
A plain woman didn’t fit in this setting. Neither did he.
“How long,” J.J. asked, “will it take us to get to our next stop?”
“From what I saw on the map, I’d guess about three hours.”
The two of them took turns driving and keeping track of their route, while Ned rode with the horses. Toby had been on map duty today because J.J. didn’t trust a GPS to get them where they needed to go. Many of the farms where they delivered horses were far off the beaten path, making map programs useless.
J.J. frowned for only a second because Sarah reappeared. She carried a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses. Behind her, like ribbons on the tail of a kite, were four youngsters. The oldest had been out on the porch, but there was a little girl and two boys, too. The quartet must be siblings, though the younger two were blond while the older ones had black hair. They couldn’t be Sarah’s because they wore bright colored shirts and sneakers with soles that lit each time they took a step. Yet, it was clear she was in charge of them.
“If you’ll follow me...” Sarah motioned with her head toward her left.
“Let me help you with that big load,” Ned said, stepping forward with a grin.
“I’m fine. Danki.”
“Nonsense. There’s no reason for a pretty filly like you to tote such a load.” Ned snatched the tray, and lemonade splattered out of the pitcher set in the center.
Dismay skittered across her face, but she turned to the kids, who’d skipped ahead of her into the big room, where they each grabbed a seat, the younger two wanting the same one. She convinced them to share as Ned put the tray on a low table. She turned and bumped into him. Without a word, she edged away.
Toby glanced at J.J. His boss was frowning. Ian Summerhays was an important client, and J.J. wouldn’t want Ned’s antics to cause problems. The plan when they left the ranch in Texas was for Ned to remain behind for a couple of weeks with the horses delivered to Summerhays. If J.J. changed his mind...
With a frown, Toby walked to a nearby sofa. If J.J. decided he couldn’t trust Ned—and he had plenty of reasons not to, assuming half the things Ned bragged about were true—Toby would be stuck at the fancy stables. Not that he wouldn’t have liked to spend more time getting the horses he’d worked with acclimated, but he’d hoped to use the time without Ned to ask J.J. about starting a small herd of his own. It would give him deeper roots on the ranch, something he’d never had while living with vagabond parents.
He hoped the rough seams on his denims wouldn’t snag the smooth lustrous material on the couch. He made sure his worn boots weren’t anywhere near the expensive upholstery or the wood that looked as if it’d been whitewashed. Everything about the house shouted the owners had spent a bundle on it.
They should have worried more about comfort, he thought as he sat. The chairs and sofas seemed too fragile and tiny for a full-grown man. His boss looked as if he perched on nursery furniture, because his knees rose to his chest level.
While Sarah served them lemonade, Ned kept trying to catch her eye. She stiffened each time he came close, but kept a smile in place as she told the youngsters they could have lemonade in the breakfast room.
Toby guessed she was their nanny. He thanked her when she handed him a glass that was frosted from the humidity, though the air-conditioning was keeping the house cool.
Ned moved too near to her when she offered him a glass. His broad hand closed over the glass and her hand. Her faint gasp brought Toby to his feet.
J.J. didn’t stand as he fired a glance at Toby, a warning to sit. At the same time, his boss asked, “Why don’t you drink that while you check on the horses, Ned?”
“I—”
“Never hurts to check again.”
Ned gave Sarah a broad smile but aimed a scowl at Toby as he strode out of the room.
J.J. motioned for Toby to remain sitting. Toby wasn’t sure why. Did Sarah have any idea that Ned was going to be remaining at the farm while Toby and J.J. left to deliver the rest of the horses?
Wishing he had an excuse to leave the ornate room where most of the surfaces seemed to be covered with gold leaf, Toby sipped the tart lemonade. Sarah still appeared uncomfortable, he realized, as J.J. smiled at her.
“May I ask you a personal question, young lady?” he asked.
Toby swallowed a silent moan. He recognized that grin. His boss was about to shake up what he considered a dull discussion. When J.J. looked at him, Toby guessed what his boss was about to ask. If he could think of a way—any way—to distract J.J., he would have. Stopping J.J. was about as easy as halting a charging bull with a piece of tissue paper.
“Of course.” Sarah squared her shoulders, preparing herself for whatever J.J. had to say.
“Are you Amish?” J.J. asked.
“I am.”
He chuckled and hooked a thumb toward Toby. “Like you. How do you say it, Toby? Like you, ain’t so?”
“You’re Amish?” A flush rushed up her cheeks, and he could tell Sarah wished the question would disappear.
Toby nodded as he waited for her to ask one of the next obvious questions. The ones he was always asked. If he was Amish, why was he traveling with J.J. and Ned delivering horses? Where did he live when he wasn’t on the road? Was he related to—or knew—someone connected to her? He hated the questions as much as he hated the answers he’d devised to skirt the truth.
Almost fifteen years ago, when he’d first gone to work for J.J., he’d answered those questions. He’d explained traveling wasn’t new to him. It was the life he’d always known. His parents had moved from one Amish settlement to another, seldom staying longer than six months, sometimes less than a week before heading somewhere new. They’d done that for as long as he could remember. He’d learned not to establish close relationships because soon he’d be leaving them behind. How could he have fun flirting with girls when he’d be going soon, breaking her heart as well as his own?
His life had changed after the family had arrived at a settlement in southern Texas. They’d stayed eight months. Toby had found work he loved: training horses at J.J.’s ranch. When his parents left, he’d stayed. The ranch was perfect for him. People and horses came and went. He didn’t have to worry about being the only outsider.
When he’d shared honest answers, he’d gotten pity or, worse, someone wanting to help him. To accept assistance would mean obligations he didn’t want. He’d created other answers. Not lies, but not the whole truth, either.
“Ja,” he said, letting himself slip into Deitsch for a moment.
“If you’re here on Sunday, you’re welcome at our services,” she replied in the same language before turning to J.J. and asking in English if he wanted more lemonade.
Toby was taken aback at her lack of curiosity. Why hadn’t she posed the questions others had? Was she worried he’d have questions of his own? Was she hiding something like he was?
He’d never know if he left as soon as the horses were unloaded. Guilt clamped a heated claw around his throat. How could he leave her here with someone like Ned, who would see a plain woman as an easy target for his heartless flirtations? Should Toby suggest J.J. take Ned with him and let Toby stay instead?
You’ve lost your mind! The best thing he could do was get out of there as soon as possible. He needed to avoid the faintest possibility of a connection with Sarah, a lovely woman who intrigued him. Maybe it was too late. His determination to keep Ned from breaking her heart proved that. He didn’t want to see her hurt as he’d been many times.
Chapter Two (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656)
Sarah had never been so relieved to see her boss as she was when Mr. Summerhays strode into the room. J.J. had been telling an endless tale about people she’d never met in places she’d never heard of. Her polite interruptions to offer lemonade hadn’t stymied him. He would reply that he’d like more to drink; then once again, he’d relaunch into his story. He shared a multitude of events that were, in Sarah’s opinion, barely related to one another. When he mentioned Toby by name, she was surprised to hear him say he was glad to have Toby with him because they could share the driving on long trips.
She wondered if J.J. found Ned overly pushy, too. Instantly, she was contrite. She shouldn’t judge Englisch folks and their ways when she was considering becoming one of them.
“Thank you, Sarah,” Mr. Summerhays said with his easy smile as he entered the room. To look at him, nobody would think he was a wealthy man. He dressed in beat-up clothes and always appeared to be in desperate need of a haircut. He was the complete opposite of his wife, who never emerged from their room without makeup, a perfect hairdo and clothing that had graced the pages of the fashion magazines she read.
Sarah nodded and rose. Thanking God for putting an end to the stilted conversation that felt as if every word had to be invented before she could speak it, she left the lemonade and extra glasses on the table.
As she reached the door, she spread out her arms to halt Ethan and Mia from racing in and interrupting their daed. She quickly realized they didn’t want to see him, but the horses Natalie had told them were in the trailer.
Sarah’s heart grew heavy at the thought that the kinder weren’t interested in spending time with their daed, though they hadn’t seen him for a week. How she wished she could have another few moments with her daed! He’d died before she and her two older brothers had moved to the Harmony Creek settlement. Unlike Menno and Benjamin, Daed had listened to her dreams of finding a way to help others. Her brothers dismissed them as silly, but Daed never had. When she’d suggested she take EMT training when they became volunteers at the Salem Fire Department, her brothers had reminded her that they were the heads of the household.
And they disapproved of the idea.
As one, they told her she must not mention it again and should focus on more appropriate duties. No Amish woman should be giving medical aid to strangers. It wasn’t right.
Neither Benjamin nor Menno was being honest with her. They were worried she’d get hurt if she served as an EMT. Maybe their being overprotective wouldn’t have bothered her if Wilbur Eash hadn’t been the same. When Wilbur had first paid attention to her at youth group gatherings in Indiana, she’d been flattered such a gut-looking and popular guy was interested in her. Before the first time he took her home in his courting buggy, he’d started insisting she heed him on matters big and small. He, like her brothers, seemed to believe she wasn’t capable of taking care of herself.
What would Daed have said? The same, or would he have suggested she find out if Menno and Benjamin—and Wilbur—were right in their assumption that she needed to be protected from her dreams? Daed had always listened to Mamm’s opinion until her death a few years before his. Sarah had heard him say many times Mamm’s insight had often made him look at a problem in another way.
She’d asked her friends if they knew of Amish women taking EMT training. They hadn’t but offered to write to friends in other settlements. So far, no one had received answers to their letters.
“We’ll go ahead and get those horses unloaded,” J.J. said from the room behind her. “Toby, tell Ned to help you.”
“Can we watch?” Ethan asked as Toby hurried out the front door.
“We’ll be good,” his little sister hurried to add.
Sarah didn’t answer as she pushed her uneasy thoughts aside and concentrated on her job. She loved these kinder, but she had no illusions about what rascals they were. Her predecessors hadn’t stayed long, according to Mrs. Hancock, because they couldn’t handle the rambunctious youngsters. With a laugh, Sarah had replied she’d been quite the outrageous youngster herself, which, she acknowledged, was one reason her brothers looked askance at every idea she had. Though she was twenty-seven, they treated her as if she were as young as Mia. She wished they’d give her the benefit of the doubt once in a while and realize she was a woman who yearned to help others.
Just as she needed to offer the Summerhays kinder a chance to show they could be gut. Giving the youngsters a stern look, she said, “I’ll agree to take you outside to watch if you promise to stay with me every second, hold my hand and not get in the way. If Mr. Christner says you have to leave, you must.”
Though the Amish didn’t use titles, even when speaking of bishops and ministers, she wanted to impress on the kinder how vital it was to heed Toby’s instructions while he put the horses in the paddock. Racehorses were high-strung, and she guessed he and Ned needed to keep their attention on the task.
“Can we come, too?” asked Alexander, who was going to be as tall as his daed and maybe broader across the shoulders. He was nine, but the top of his head was two inches higher than Sarah’s.
She’d never figured out how these kinder learned what was going on when she hadn’t seen them nearby. She suspected they put the decorative columns and other architectural elements in the house to gut use.
“Ja,” she said, looking each youngster in the eyes. “You may come, but Ethan and Mia must hold my hands. Natalie, hold Mia’s other one. Alexander, hold Ethan’s. If anyone lets go, I’ll bring you inside right away, and there’ll be no going out until the horses are unloaded. Do you agree?”
The kinder shot wary glances at each other. When she repeated her question, they nodded.
Sarah took the younger two by the hands and watched to be certain Natalie and Alexander did as she’d requested. Leading them onto the porch, she paused as Toby opened the trailer. She breathed a sigh of relief to see Ned sitting in the truck, going through a stack of paperwork. Tossing it aside, he stepped out of the truck and flashed her a wide smile.
She looked away and right at Toby, who stood with one foot on the bumper. Under his straw hat, a faint frown appeared again as his brows drew together. His eyes were concealed by the shadow from the hat’s brim.
Realizing she should have spoken to him before she agreed to bring the kinder outside, she asked, “Is it a problem if we watch you unload the horses?”
“Not if you stay out of the way,” he answered.
“I’ll make sure.”
His only reply was an arch of one eloquent eyebrow. She’d heard cowboys could be men of few words, but this one took being terse to ridiculous lengths.
Herding the kinder to the far side of the pair of linked paddocks in front of the main stable behind the house, she knew they’d have an excellent view of the proceedings. She’d vetoed Ethan’s request to stand on a bench because it was too close to the gate. She wanted the youngsters as far as possible from the animals when they emerged from the trailer and had room to show their displeasure at being transported in close quarters. Sarah was grateful the Texans would be on their way soon. She hadn’t expected to have a gut-looking Amish cowpoke come into her life.
A faint memory stirred, and she remembered a letter she’d read in The Budget, the newspaper printed for and written by scribes in plain communities, about new western settlements that had developed ways that differed from other communities. One in eastern Oklahoma had started using tractors in their fields, because a team of mules couldn’t break the soil. The tractors had steel wheels with no tires and couldn’t be used for anything but fieldwork, but it was a compromise the settlement had to agree upon if they wanted to remain on those farms.
Toby’s settlement in Texas must have made similar concessions to the climate and the land. That could explain why he was allowed to drive the big truck, something that wouldn’t have been allowed in most settlements.
The kinder began to cheer when Ned brought the first horse and Toby went into the paddock. She hushed them as the big black shied when it came off the ramp. She wasn’t sure if her warning or Toby’s scowl silenced them. Either way, none of the youngsters made a peep as Ned guided the horse into the first paddock, shoved the reins in Toby’s hand and, leaving, closed the gate.
Toby began to give the sleek horse a quick examination. “I need to make sure, while the horse was in the trailer, he didn’t injure himself without us noticing,” he said, answering the question she’d been thinking but hadn’t wanted to ask out loud.
She watched how Toby ran his hands along the horse, keeping it from shying away or rearing in fright. He kept his motions to a minimum, and if the horse began to tense, he soothed it with soft words.
Satisfied the horse was fine, Toby led him into the inner paddock and took off the lead rope. The horse galloped, happy to be out of the trailer and able to stretch out his legs.
“Pretty horse,” Natalie said in a wistful tone. The girl was as obsessed with horses as her daed.
The second horse, also dark in color, took his arrival in stride. He pranced into the paddock, dragging Ned with him, and stood like a statue during the examination. When Toby turned him out in the other paddock, he walked in as if coming home.
“That was easy,” Alexander said with a grin. “Too bad they aren’t all like that.”
Toby nodded but didn’t smile in return. Maybe his lips grew a little less taut.
When Alexander looked at her with an expression that asked What did I do wrong? she smiled and said, “Mr. Christner needs to concentrate. I’m sure he’ll be more ready to talk once he’s done.”
She wasn’t sure of that or why she was making excuses, other than she didn’t want Alexander to be hurt. The boy nodded, and she turned as the kinder did to watch the final horse being taken from the trailer.
Even she, who didn’t know much about horses beyond the quiet buggy horse she drove, could tell the bay prancing around Ned was magnificent. Muscles rippled beneath the sheen of his coat, and his black mane and tail floated on the air with each movement.
As soon as the horse was brought into the first paddock, Toby began the same swift examination he’d done with the others. He was squatting, checking the horse’s legs, when a gray barn cat flashed through the paddock. The horse started, whinnied, then reared in a panic.
Sarah tightened her grip on the younger kinder’s hands and called to Natalie and Alexander to back away from the fence. The horrified youngsters froze as the bay’s hooves pawed the air as if fighting off a giant invisible rival.
Mia screamed, “Look out, kitty!”
The little girl tore her hand out of Sarah’s and lunged toward the fence. Sarah grabbed Mia by the shoulders, tugging her back as the horse bucked toward them.
“Hold my hand and don’t let go,” Sarah ordered in not much more than a whisper. She didn’t want her voice to upset the horse more, though she doubted it could be heard in the paddock over the thuds from the horse’s hooves on the ground. “Nobody move. Nobody say a word.”
She stared at the paddock, horrified. Toby tried to calm the horse. He kept the horse from bucking by guiding it away from the fence. The horse jerked forward. He stumbled after it, refusing to let go of the lead. He grimaced and stutter-stepped. Dropping to one knee, he pushed himself up again. Fast.
Not fast enough. The horse was spinning to strike out at him again. It yanked the lead away from him.
Releasing the kinder’s hands, Sarah pushed aside the gate and ran into the paddock. Toby shouted as the Summerhays kids cried out in fear. Ned called a warning. She ignored them and tried to grab the rope, ducking so it didn’t strike her.
She’d handled a frightened animal before. When a new buggy horse had been spooked by a passing truck, she’d known she needed to reassure the horse and show it there was nothing to fear.
Not looking at the horse directly, she kept talking as she evaded its flashing hooves. She was relieved when Toby grabbed the horse’s halter. He stroked the shuddering animal but didn’t say anything while she continued to murmur. The horse began to grow calmer.
When she thought it was safe, she asked, “Where do you want him?”
“The inner paddock with the others.” Toby’s voice was clipped.
Was he upset with her for stepping in? No time to ask. She walked the horse to the gate and into the paddock. Unsnapping the lead, she moved slowly to keep from scaring the horse again.
The moment Sarah closed the gate, Alexander called out, “That was cool, Sarah!”
“Quiet. There’s no sense upsetting the horses more.”
Not waiting to see if the kids would cooperate, she went to where Toby was leaning against a fence post.
“How badly are you hurt?” she asked.
Instead of answering her, he asked, “Is Bay Boy okay?”
“He’s shivering,” she said, glancing at the other paddock, “but he’ll be okay.”
“You’ve got a way with horses.”
When she saw how he gritted his teeth on each word, she said, “You are hurt! Where?”
“I twisted my ankle. It’ll be okay once I walk it off.” He pushed himself away from the rail and took a step to prove it.
With a gasp, he sank to his left knee and grasped his right ankle.
She scanned the yard. Where was Ned? She didn’t see him anywhere.
“Alexander,” she shouted, “go inside and call 911. Right now!”
“I can call them from here.” He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket.
“Quickly!”
Later, she’d remind Alexander he wasn’t supposed to have his phone for another week. He’d gotten in trouble while prank calling his friends because he was bored. By mistake, he’d reached the private phone of the police chief in the village of Salem. She wondered how the boy had retrieved his phone. She’d asked Mr. Summerhays to put it in his wall safe. With a grimace, she guessed Alexander had watched his daed open it often enough that he’d learned the combination. She’d have to find another way to make him atone for bothering the police chief.
At that thought, she added, “Dial carefully.”
He averted his eyes, a sure sign he knew a scolding would be coming his way once Toby was taken care of.
The call was made, and Alexander reported the rescue squad was on its way. He gave her the phone. Dropping it into a pocket under her black apron, she looked at Toby, who was trying not to show his pain.
Just as he hid every other emotion. What was he worried about revealing?
* * *
Everything, in Toby’s estimation, had gone wrong since J.J. had pulled the truck into the Summerhays’ long drive. The moment Toby had gone to the door and found an Amish woman there, he should have known this wasn’t going to be like other deliveries they’d made on this trip from Texas. He hadn’t guessed he’d be hurt by a horse he’d trained himself. A beginner’s mistake. After years of working with horses and convincing them it was better to behave, he should have been prepared for every possible move Bay Boy could have made.
At the worst moment, as the cat decided to chase something right under Bay Boy’s nose, Toby had let himself be distracted by Sarah and how the reflected sunlight off her gorgeous red hair seared his eyes. Dummkopf, he chided himself. He spent the past dozen years avoiding relationships, romantic or otherwise, and he’d been at Summerhays Stables less than two hours and already was thinking too much about her.
“Ned?” he managed to ask.
Sarah shrugged her slender shoulders. “I don’t know where he went. Komm with me,” she said in a tone that suggested he’d be wasting his time to protest. He guessed she used it often with the Summerhays kids. “You need to get your weight off that ankle before you hurt it worse.”
He wasn’t sure he could hurt it worse. Each time he took a breath, stabs of pain danced around his ankle, setting every nerve on fire.
“I’m fine right here.” The idea of moving was horrifying.
“There’s a bench on the other side of the fence. You can sit there until the EMTs arrive.”
She didn’t give him a chance to protest. Squatting, she moved beneath his right arm, which she draped over her shoulders. The top of her kapp just missed his chin. She put her arm around him. With a strength he hadn’t expected, she assisted him to his feet. His face must have displayed his surprise.
“I’ve been wrangling four kinder, cowboy,” she said in an easy copy of his boss’s drawl. “One bumped-up cowboy is easy.”
“I’m sure it is.” He glanced at where the kids were watching, wide-eyed.
Why hadn’t she sent them into the house? He didn’t need an audience when he hopped along like a hobbled old man.
Pride is a sin. His daed’s voice ran through his head. Daed had always been skilled at preaching the dangers of hochmut. Maybe if he’d been a bit less judgmental, the family could have settled somewhere instead of continuously moving to another district.
Sharp pain coursed up his leg and down to his toes. Had he broken something? He didn’t think so. Was it only a sprain? Each movement was agonizing.
“It’s not far,” Sarah said.
To herself or to him? His weight must have been wearing on her slender shoulders, though she didn’t make a peep of complaint.
A scent that was sweet and woodsy at the same time drifted from her hair. She was careful to help absorb each motion as she helped him from the paddock and out onto the grass.
“This is far enough,” he said, panting as if he’d run across Texas.
“You’re right.” She hunkered down and let his arm slide off her shoulders.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“I’m okay.” She smiled, but her eyes were dim enough to confirm he was right. Her shoulders must be aching.
Toby was grateful when she waved the kinder aside and urged them to let him get some air. He thought they’d protest, but they turned as one when the distant sound of a siren resonated off the foothills, rising beyond the stable.
“They’re coming!” the older boy—Toby couldn’t recall his name through the curtain of pain—shouted.
The siren got louder moments before a square and boxy ambulance appeared around the side of J.J.’s trailer. The kids let out squeals of excitement, but Sarah hushed them. Had she guessed every sound reverberated through his throbbing ankle?
Two men jumped from the ambulance. Each one carried emergency supplies. Shouts came from the direction of the house, and Toby recognized his boss’s anxious voice.
What a mess he’d made of this! The boy he’d once been would have offered a prayer to God to bring him fast healing, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d reached out to God. He didn’t want to make that connection, either, remembering how his Heavenly Father seemed to stop listening to his prayers when Daed had moved them yet again before Toby had even finished unpacking the two boxes he took with him from one place to the next.
“Hi, Sarah!” said a dark-complexioned EMT who wore thick glasses. “What happened here?”
She explained and introduced Toby to the man she called George. The other EMT, a short balding man, was named Derek. They worked on the volunteer fire department with her brothers.
He didn’t want to know that. Everything she said, everyone she introduced him to, every moment while depending on someone threatened to make a connection to the farm and the community beyond it. To say that would sound ungrateful. He needed to focus on getting on his feet again so he could help with their next delivery.
As they knelt beside him, the two EMTs began asking him question after question. Ja, he replied, his right ankle hurt. No, he hadn’t heard a cracking sound when he stepped wrong. Ja, he’d stepped on it after feeling the first pain. No, it didn’t radiate pain except when he’d hopped to where he sat.
“Let’s get a look at it,” George said with a practiced smile. “Sorry if this hurts.”
That was an understatement. When George shifted Toby’s right foot and began to slip off his boot, the world telescoped into a black void of anguish sparked with lightning.
“Stay with us, Toby,” crooned Derek as he pushed up Toby’s sleeve and grabbed an IV needle and tube. “Slow deep breaths. Draw the air in and hold it and let it out. Nice and slow.” He kept repeating the words in a steady rhythm that was impossible not to follow.
The darkness receded, and the sunshine and the smells of animals and dirt rushed to awaken Toby’s senses.
“Back with us?” George asked.
“I think so.”
“Good. Breathe deeply. It’ll keep you from getting light-headed.” The EMT stuck the needle into Toby’s left arm.
Though Toby didn’t wince, he heard the kids groan in horror.
Sarah hushed them but gasped, “Oh, my!” when George rolled down Toby’s sock with care.
Her reaction was a warning, but Toby was shocked to see how swollen his ankle was. Twice its usual size, it was turning as purple as an eggplant.
“What’s happening here?” called J.J. as he reached the paddock with Mr. Summerhays in tow. Ned trailed after them like a half-forgotten pup. He must have gone inside to alert their boss to what had happened.
“A horse wanted to dance,” Toby replied with grim humor, “but he didn’t want me to lead.”
“Is he hurt bad?” J.J. looked past him to the EMTs.
“We’ll know when we get X-rays at the hospital,” George said.
“Hospital?” Toby shook his head. “Bind it, and it’ll be fine.”
“I didn’t realize you were a doctor, Mr. Christner.”
The kids giggled on cue, and Sarah smiled at the EMT’s jest. Yet, in her gaze, he could see her anxiety. He wanted to tell her not to worry about him, though he guessed he’d be wasting his breath. As much as she focused on the kinder, she might be the type to fret about every detail of every day.
The last kind of person he needed in his life.
If that was so, why did he keep thinking about how sweet it’d been to lean on her? She’d been strong and soft at the same time, a combination that teased him to learn more about her.
Toby shut his mouth before he could say something. Something that would make him embarrass himself more. He’d thought nothing could be worse than the pain in his ankle, but he’d been wrong. The only way to keep from saying the wrong thing again was to do what he always tried to do: say nothing.
Chapter Three (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656)
Hushing the kinder, Sarah moved aside to let the EMTs stabilize Toby’s ankle. How useless she felt! If she’d had the training she yearned for, she could have helped him instead of having to wait for the rescue squad to arrive.
“Sarah?”
She looked at Mr. Summerhays, who crooked a finger to her. Telling the youngsters not to move or interrupt the EMTs, she went to where her boss stood by the paddock fence.
Without preamble, he said, “I want you to go to the hospital with him.”
“Me? But why?” The words were out before she could halt them.
“Someone needs to go.” He glanced at J.J.
Sarah understood what her boss didn’t say. He wanted to get his business with the Texan taken care of as soon as possible. With the racing season underway at Saratoga, Mr. Summerhays made it a practice never to miss a single race of his horses or horses that might compete with his.
“Ned could go,” she said.
“Ned?” When she looked past Mr. Summerhays toward the overbearing cowboy, he frowned. “We’re going to need an extra hand to get the horses settled.”
“The kinder... I mean, the children—”
He interrupted her. “Leave them with Mrs. Beebe. She can watch them for the rest of the afternoon.”
“Okay.” What else could she say? Mr. Summerhays was her boss, and he was the kinder’s daed.
He held out a cell phone. “Use this to call for a ride when you’re done at the hospital.”
“I have a phone.” She pulled out Alexander’s.
“Oh.” Mr. Summerhays looked puzzled for a moment, not recognizing his son’s cell phone. “Well, good. I trust you to make sure he gets the best possible care. I’ll call the hospital to let them know that I’m responsible for the bill.”
“Ja, sir.” Though husband and wife were too distracted with their pursuits to give their kinder the time and attention they craved, they were generous. “I’ll call you—” She halted herself when he raised a single finger. “I meant, of course, I’ll call the house when we’re done at the hospital.”
“I can go and get him,” J.J. said as he came closer.
Mr. Summerhays waved aside his words. “Nonsense. There’s no need for you to put yourself out. Sarah can handle it. She’s had a lot of practice dealing with small crises like this.”
Wondering if Toby would describe his injured ankle as a small crisis, Sarah nodded as the two men turned to go to the house. When Mr. Summerhays paused long enough to remind her the kinder should be left with Mrs. Beebe, Sarah nodded again. She was sure the cook was going to be annoyed. Mrs. Beebe had to prepare food for the household while the kitchen was being taken apart. She would be relieved when it was redone with the finishes Mrs. Summerhays had chosen before she left for Europe, but the end of the project was still weeks away.
Sarah gathered the kinder and led them toward the house, though she would have preferred to stay and watch George and Derek work. Taking the youngsters up the ramp into the kitchen, she wasn’t surprised when Mrs. Beebe, who was as thin as one of the columns, frowned.
“Now?” The gray-haired cook sighed as the kinder spread out in the huge kitchen, checking the many boxes stacked in every available space, blocking tall windows and cupboards waiting to be ripped out. “If they tip a cabinet on themselves, we’ll need another ambulance.”
“I’m sorry, but Mr. Summerhays—”
“Go and do what he asked.” Mrs. Beebe waved her apron at Sarah. “I’ll find something to keep them out of trouble.”
Hoping the cook would do better than she had, Sarah rushed outside. She bumped into J.J., who was with Mr. Summerhays.
“Steady there,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders to keep her from falling. “Are you okay? You didn’t get hurt, too, did you?”
Assuring him that she was fine, she hurried toward the paddock. She reached it as the two EMTs were raising the gurney with Toby strapped to it. Seeing his straw hat in the dust, she picked it up and carried it toward the ambulance.
Toby’s face was in full view without his hat. She was startled to see, in spite of his face’s strong lines and angles, a hint of boyishness that had been hidden before. Was pain forcing him to lower his guard a tiny bit?
“I appreciate your retrieving my hat,” Toby said, holding out his hand for it. “Danki.”
She didn’t give it to him. “Let’s wait until we’re in the ambulance.”
“We?” He started to sit up.
When Derek cautioned him to remain still, Toby leaned back against the pillow. He glared at her. She hoped he’d understand when she explained her boss—and his—had sent her with him. Maybe then he’d see she wasn’t any happier about this situation than he was.
Her prayer from earlier echoed in her mind. God, grant me patience. Please let this be the last time I have to save these little ones from their antics. At least for today...
She needed to be more careful what she prayed for.
* * *
Toby tested his ankle, shifting it as he sat in a wheelchair in the emergency waiting room. He couldn’t move the thick air-cast boot encasing his leg enough to do more than cause him pain. Had he groaned aloud? A woman stopped and asked if he needed a nurse. Thanking her, he shook his head.
He was glad when she kept going. Each person who passed by, and there were a lot, glanced his way and added to his self-consciousness.
Two hours ago, after a half-hour drive over pothole-ridden roads, he’d arrived at Glens Falls Hospital. Since then, he’d been subjected to X-rays, examinations and questions. He’d started to wonder if every member of the hospital staff had stopped in to see the useless man who couldn’t control a horse he’d trained for the past year.
Every member of the hospital staff except a doktor.
Finally, a short man had walked in wearing a white lab coat. He’d introduced himself as Doktor Garza before saying, “You did a real number on your ankle, Mr. Christner.”
The words had stung like a rebuke. He’d let his attention wander, and he was paying the price.
“How long before I can work?” Toby had asked.
“You shouldn’t put full weight on it for eight weeks.”
“Eight weeks?”
Doktor Garza had sighed. “I know it’s not what you wanted to hear, but to be honest, I haven’t seen anyone sprain an ankle quite that bad in a long time. You’re going to need to work with a physical therapist to strengthen the muscles so you don’t injure them again. If you don’t—”
A laugh from the cubicle where Sarah had gone with a nurse intruded into his thoughts about what Doktor Garza had said before leaving to check his next patient.
The desk was right behind where Toby now waited. He hadn’t listened to their conversation, but he sat straighter when Sarah spoke.
“Oh, it’s no worry,” she said with another easy laugh. “I can make sure everything is taken care of. I’m used to dealing with recalcitrant kids, big and small.”
The nurse chuckled, but Toby didn’t.
Was Sarah referring to him? He wasn’t going to be her problem. Once he returned to Summerhays Stables, he’d be on his way. The tenuous connection between him and the pretty redhead would be broken.
After he left there, what would he do?
Eight weeks!
Eight weeks of being unable to assist J.J. If his boss sent him back to Texas, he’d be as useless there. He couldn’t ride, not with the inflated boot on his right foot. He couldn’t take care of the animals, even the ones in the barns, because shoveling out a stall would be impossible on one leg.
Toby looked up when Sarah came around the side of the cubicle, carrying a white plastic bag. She gave him a taut smile.
“It’ll be at least forty-five minutes before someone can get here,” she said, taking a seat next to his wheelchair.
“Have you seen my boot? My regular boot.”
She pointed to the white bag on the chair beside her. “It’s in here with your instructions and prescriptions you’ll need to get filled. Do you want to see?”
“No hurry. It sounds as if I won’t be wearing my boot for a few days.”
“Are you hungry?” she asked in the gentle tone he’d heard her use with the Summerhays kids.
He couldn’t keep from thinking about how she’d told the nurse she was accustomed to taking care of stubborn kinder. Had she cast him in that role? “Not really.”
“Thirsty?”
He sighed. She was determined to take care of him as if he were a Summerhays youngster. How could he fault her for lumping him in with the rambunctious kinder? He’d been rude to her from the first word he’d spoken, and she’d made every effort to be nice. He doubted he could have acted the same if their circumstances were reversed. It was long past time for him to show her a bit of gratitude. She’d ridden in the bumpy ambulance with him and waited two long hours in an uncomfortable chair while he was tended to.
“I’m a bit thirsty,” he replied.
“Me, too. There’s a snack shop. We’ve got plenty of time to get something before the car arrives.”
When she stood, he almost apologized for his curt replies. She didn’t give him a chance as she handed him the plastic bag and grasped the handles of the wheelchair.
Toby grimaced as he caught the plastic bag before it could slide off his lap. He’d thought sitting by the entrance door was the most humiliating thing he could experience, but being pushed along the hallway as if in the middle of a bizarre parade was worse. The scents of disinfectants and floor polish followed them.
Behind him, Sarah kept up a steady monologue. He didn’t listen as they turned a corner. The slight jar sent pain surging through him.
When she steered the chair through a door as easily as he would have sent a well-trained horse into its stall, he saw a half-dozen colored tables. A pile of cafeteria trays was stacked to his right, and three people were pushing theirs along rails as they selected food and drinks. A woman with a hairnet and apron assisted them.
“What do you want?” Sarah asked.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“I was going to have a cup of tea.”
His nose wrinkled. “Make mine a cup of kaffi. Black.”
Sarah left him by an empty table and went to get a tray. Carrying it to the far end of the rails, she spoke to the woman in the hairnet, took two blue cups and went to the cash register.
Realization dawned on him, and when she set a cup of fragrant kaffi in front of him, he said, “Before we leave, I need to talk to someone about paying for this.”
“This?” She looked from his cup to hers in bafflement.
“No, the bill for the emergency room.”
Reaching for a packet of sugar, she sprinkled it into the tea. “Don’t worry. Mr. Summerhays is taking care of it.”
“No!” He lowered his voice when heads turned toward them. “I mean, I’m grateful, but I pay my bills.”
“You’ll have to discuss that with Mr. Summerhays.” Her voice was unruffled as she stirred her tea and then took a sip.
“I will. I don’t like being beholden to anyone.”
Sarah laughed as she had while talking with the nurse. “You say that as if I’m supposed to be surprised.”
Lowering his gaze to his kaffi, Toby said, “Sorry. I know I’m prickly.”
“As a blackberry bush.”
“Danki.” His lips twitched.
“It’s okay. It’s gut to see you can smile. I won’t tell anyone and ruin your stern cowboy reputation.”
“Stern? Is that what you think I am?” He looked at her in spite of himself.
She was staring into her cup. “I think it’s what you want the world to believe you are. Or maybe you were going for forbidding or contrary. They look pretty much the same to me.”
“How’s that?”
“As if you sat on a porcupine.” When she raised her eyes, they were twinkling with amusement.
“No, you can be certain that if I’d sat on a porcupine, folks would have heard me yelp from here to the Rio Grande.” He wasn’t sure if he should blame the pain arcing across his ankle or the drugs he’d been given to ease it for giving her such a playful retort.
When she laughed, her eyes widened when he didn’t join in.
“Sorry,” she said. “I know you’re feeling lousy.”
Seizing the excuse she’d offered him, he nodded.
They sipped in silence for several minutes. He was amazed the quiet didn’t seem to bother her as it had in that fancy room in the Summerhays house. She watched visitors and medical staff coming in and out. An odd expression darkened her eyes when a pair of EMTs wandered in to grab cups of kaffi. He thought about asking her if she knew the man and woman, but he kept his curiosity to himself.
Every question he asked, every answer she gave would add a layer to that connection he wanted to avoid.
“Finished?” she asked, coming to her feet.
He was surprised to see his cup was empty. He didn’t recall drinking the kaffi. His mind wasn’t working well.
She took the cup and threw it and her own into a trash can. Coming back, she reached to unlock the chair’s brakes.
For a split second, he wondered when she’d set them in place. The sweet aroma of her shampoo drifted to him, and he was tossed back to the moment when she’d helped him in the paddock. Having her holding him close had been enough for him to forget how much his foot hurt. The memory swept over him, diminishing the pain faster than any drug could.
Had he lost his mind? Thinking such things threatened his promise never to get close to anyone again. He needed to be careful. He had to remember how his heart had hurt each time he’d had to leave gut friends behind, knowing he’d never see them again. To be honest, somewhere along the way, he’d lost the key to his padlocked heart. He told himself it was for the best. How did he know he wouldn’t start acting like his parents, leaving without looking back?
Sarah straightened. “Are you okay? Maybe you should take another pain tablet so it’s working by the time the car gets here.”
“I’m fine.”
“Gut.” She bowed her head for a moment.
He thought her prayer would be silent, but she whispered, “God, danki for making sure Toby wasn’t hurt worse. Please send him quick healing. You know his heart far better than I do, but I don’t think he’s a patient man.”
Gnawing on his bottom lip, he remained silent. He pretended not to see her questioning glance in his direction. He didn’t want to explain he and God had an arrangement that had worked most of his life. Toby wouldn’t expect anything of God, and God wouldn’t expect anything of him. Knowing that had eased Toby’s sorrow each time his parents decided to move.
That was why a faint twinge deep in his heart astounded him. A twinge of longing? For what? To be close to God, who had given Toby a life of chaos and loss? He couldn’t see a reason to reach out to his Heavenly Father. He’d learned to get by on his own.
“Would you like to pray with me?” Sarah asked.
“Not right now. We need to hurry. I don’t want to delay J.J. more than I already have.”
She sat facing him again. “Don’t you remember? He’s left.”
“What?” This time he didn’t care that his raised voice caught the attention of everyone in the snack room. “How do you know that?”
“I found out when I called for our ride home.”
“When were you planning to tell me that little tidbit?”
“I told you while I was wheeling you here.”
He started to argue that she hadn’t, then recalled how pain had stripped his mind of everything. She had to be wrong. J.J. wouldn’t go without him.
When he said as much, she shook her head. “I asked for confirmation when I called, and I was told to tell you that he and Ned would—”
“Ned left, too? Who’s going to help get the horses settled?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s all your boss said. They’ll return in a couple of months to get you.”
“A couple of months?” He closed his eyes as waves of pain flooded him, waves he’d tried to ignore. Opening his eyes, he met Sarah’s. “What am I supposed to do until then?”
“Heal.”
“Where?”
“I told you. Mr. Summerhays has taken care of everything. There’s a guest room on the first floor near the kitchen. You can recover there.”
He forced his frustration down. If he’d been thinking straight, he would have known J.J. couldn’t stay while Toby went to the hospital. Their schedule was tight, and delaying one place meant upsetting many valuable customers they hoped would give them more work.
Was this the answer to his problem on how to protect Sarah from Ned’s machinations? He hadn’t guessed it’d be for him to have a sprained ankle and be as helpless as a boppli.
“I guess I don’t have another choice.” His voice sounded childish even to his ears. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I—”
“Never mind. We need to be out front for when the car gets here, so let’s go,” she said with something that sounded like disappointment.
Disappointment? With him?
If so, she would have to get used to that during the next eight weeks. He’d disappointed everyone in his life.
Including himself.
Chapter Four (#ubc44ee9f-cdcd-5677-b51a-ea9bf2c01656)
The second annual Salem Volunteer Fire Department Berry-fest Dinner was well underway by the time Sarah arrived at the new fire station. Parked out front were the big fire engines and the ambulance that had taken Toby to the hospital earlier that day.
That day? To Sarah, it seemed impossible only a few hours had passed since Natalie had come to alert her that a cowboy was on the porch.
After a quiet drive home from the hospital in Mr. Summerhays’s luxurious truck, Sarah had been relieved when, as they came into the house, her boss had offered to help get Toby, who was reeling from his pain medication, into the guest room on the main floor. She’d agreed to come early the next day so Mr. Summerhays could finish work he’d had to ignore that afternoon. When he asked her to arrange for Toby’s physical therapist’s first visit, she realized her boss had added the Texan to her list of responsibilities.
She looked forward to talking with a trained physical therapist, but she wasn’t sure how Toby would feel about her involvement.
As she opened the door into the firehouse, she pushed that concern aside. She was attending the festive dinner with her friends, and she didn’t want her mind mired in thoughts of the injured man.
Inside the new fire station, which had been dedicated the previous year, tables were set end to end in three rows. Folding chairs were occupied by neighbors who were enjoying barbecued chicken and salads before the volunteer firefighters served them generous slabs of berry pie. A kitchen could be seen beyond a wide pass-through window where urns held kaffi and rows of cups of lemonade and iced tea waited to be claimed. Faint strains of country music came from a speaker in one corner, but it was drowned out by the dozens of conversations in the open space.
A few months ago, heads would have turned when Sarah and her three best friends walked in. However, the residents of the small village had become accustomed to their new plain neighbors among them.
She wondered what the reaction would be if they learned Sarah’s friends had jokingly named themselves the Harmony Creek Spinsters’ Club. They were too old to belong to a youth group but weren’t married, so they didn’t fit in anywhere except with each other. As a group, they enjoyed shopping in the village or attending events like the Berry-fest Dinner.
“Where do you want to sit?” asked Annie Wagler, the more talkative of the Wagler twins. She and her sister, Leanna, were at least two inches shorter than Sarah. Their lustrous black hair glowed with a bluish sheen in the station’s bright lights.
“Do you see four chairs together?” Sarah scanned the room, seeing many familiar faces. People she’d met in the village as well as those living in the new settlement along Harmony Creek.
“There.” Miriam Hartz, a tall blonde, pointed to the right. “Two empty chairs facing two empty chairs.”
“Perfect.” Sarah led the way. When she sat facing the twins, she smiled as Miriam took the chair next to her.
She was delighted. She hadn’t had a chance to talk to Miriam in the past couple of weeks because her friend was busy making preparations for the new school year, which would begin at the end of August. As the Amish school opened two weeks before the private school the Summerhays kinder went to, she was hoping to arrange for a visit. Her charges had so many questions about their plain neighbors, and it would be a gut way to introduce them to kinder their own ages.
“What a wunderbaar idea!” Miriam exclaimed when Sarah brought up the subject. “It’ll help my scholars, too, by letting them meet younger Englisch neighbors. For the most part, their interactions have been with Englisch who work in the stores in Salem.”
“When do you start school?”
“The last full week of this month.”
“The same week as the Washington County fair?”
Miriam gave her a wry smile. “It was either that, or we’d be in session when it was time for next spring’s planting. However, we’ll be doing half days at the end of the first week, so the scholars and their families can go to the fair later in the day. The days count toward our total, and to be honest, the kids have too much summer on their minds to get much work done.”
“Especially as they had to make up days in June and July.”
With the disruption of moving into the new settlement in Harmony Creek Hollow, many of the school-age kinder hadn’t attended the minimum number of days required by the state, so a short session had been necessary. Miriam had held school in her home until the new building had been completed after the Fourth of July.
“I’m hoping they’ll be eager to get back to work,” Miriam replied, “instead of thinking about playing ball. Some would be happy to do that all day, every day.”
The Summerhays kids didn’t play ball other than in video games. A basketball court behind the house hadn’t been used except for storage of supplies for the house renovation. Other than Natalie, who took every opportunity to be with the horses, the kinder preferred to stay indoors. Each time Sarah had insisted on them joining her for a walk, they complained as if being sent to the North Pole in the middle of winter, instead of enjoying the chance to pick fresh berries from the bushes along the road and edging the farm’s fields.
“Sarah!”
She stiffened at her older brother’s voice, which seemed to silence everyone else. She wondered if Menno’s hearing was being damaged by their sawmill. He usually had sawdust clinging to his hair, but tonight it was neat.
Her brothers stopped by where she sat. Menno was short, only an inch or two taller than Sarah. Benjamin’s head reached several inches higher than their older brother’s. Both were built wide and thick like the stumps they left behind when they felled trees on the wood lot. Benjamin worked at the sawmill, but he’d spent most of his time for the past month planting apple trees.
“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming tonight?” asked Menno. “You could have come with us. I don’t like the idea of you driving alone after dark.”
Heat rose along Sarah’s cheeks as eyes turned toward them. Why did her older brother, who was ten years older than she was, treat her as if she were Mia’s age? Her brothers had always been protective of her, but since their move to the new settlement, they didn’t seem to believe she could breathe without supervision.
“I came with my friends,” she said, irritated that her brother’s sharp voice had drawn attention to them. “We hired Hank Puente to bring us in his van.” She couldn’t keep from raising her chin in defiance. “I mentioned that to you at least twice in the past week.”
Benjamin nodded with an apologetic smile, but Menno didn’t crack his stern facade. For a long moment, her older brother stared at her. She met his gaze, refusing to let him daunt her. At last, he clapped Benjamin on the shoulder and walked away.
“Whew,” Annie breathed. “Is it my imagination, or are your brothers keeping an eye on you more closely every day?”
“It’s not your imagination.”
Leanna reached across the table and patted Sarah’s hand in silent consolation.
“That’s ridiculous,” Miriam said at the same time. “You’re a grown woman, not a boppli.”
With a smile she hoped conveyed her appreciation for her friends coming to her defense, Sarah said, “I’ve tried to tell them that, but they don’t want to listen.”
“But they’re okay with you working for the Summerhays family?” Annie asked.
“They haven’t said otherwise.” She didn’t add her brothers knew—as she did—how important her wages were while they worked to establish their sawmill as a viable business.
In the past few weeks, Benjamin and Menno had been discussing the pine trees in their steep fields. A Christmas tree farm is what Benjamin called it, and she guessed that they hoped to sell fresh trees as the holidays approached. Plain families wouldn’t buy them, but Englischers might. However, until the harvest was in and the holiday season rolled around, the household depended on what she was paid each week. That her pay from Mr. Summerhays was always on time was a blessing she never took for granted.
“Guten owed, ladies,” came a deep voice, silencing her thoughts.
A look over her shoulder wasn’t necessary when Sarah saw the soft smile blossoming on Miriam’s face. Even if Sarah hadn’t recognized the voice as Eli Troyer’s, her friend’s expression announced how happy Miriam was to see the carpenter who lived at the far end of the hollow. The two had been walking out together for the past few weeks, a fact Sarah had guessed, though neither Miriam nor Eli had said a word.
Setting plates in front of them with a flourish worthy of the finest restaurant, Eli reminded them the dinner was all-you-can-eat.
Sarah chuckled when she looked at her plate heaped with chicken, french fries, and potato, macaroni and green salads. “I can’t eat all this.”
“Not if we want pie,” added Annie with a laugh.
“You definitely want pie.” Eli motioned toward the counter. “Help yourself to something to drink, too.” He hurried away to serve more food.
“Miriam, how did you arrange for Eli to be our waiter?” Sarah asked with a wink to her friends.
Miriam’s face grew as red as the filling in the slices of berry pie arranged on a nearby table, then she smiled. “I didn’t, but I’m grateful for small favors.”
“I wish more of those handsome firefighters would stop by,” said Leanna.
Sarah put her arm around her friend as they went to get their choice of drinks from the counter. She didn’t know what to say to Leanna, who was eager to get married since the man she’d fallen for wed someone else.
When she saw how Miriam glowed as Eli spoke to her, Sarah was sure this fall would be Miriam’s last as a schoolteacher. Would she marry Eli before Christmas? Though such matters were kept quiet, the small size of the community settled along Harmony Creek made it impossible not to notice who was spending time together.
She wished Miriam every happiness, because Eli seemed like a gut man. She prayed the Wagler twins would find such wunderbaar matches, too. As for herself, she needed to sort out her future before she could commit the rest of her life to someone. She must not make the same mistake she had when opening her heart to Wilbur Eash and having him assume he could make every decision for her.
“So what trouble did your kinder get into today?” Annie asked after they’d shared a silent prayer of thanks for the food in front of them.
Sarah was relieved by Annie’s question, which gave her an excuse to shove aside her uncomfortable thoughts. “The high point was when I had to get them off those tall columns in the entry.” She stabbed a piece of green salad. “I don’t know how you deal with a dozen, Miriam, when I’m on my toes with four.”
“The kinder didn’t get hurt, ain’t so?” asked Miriam.
“No.” She explained how she’d gotten to the two younger ones before they fell.
“I’m glad to hear that after Caleb mentioned the ambulance went out to the stables this afternoon.”
Sarah nodded. Like her brothers, Miriam’s brother, who was the founder of the new settlement along Harmony Creek, was a volunteer firefighter. They wore beepers to alert them about emergencies.
“Is everyone okay?” asked Leanna.
Again, Sarah nodded. “Horses were being delivered, and one was startled by a barn cat. When Toby tried to control it, he got hurt. We were worried his ankle was broken, which was why I had Alexander call 911.”
“Toby? I think you may have mentioned the name before.” Annie glanced at the others as she arched her brows.
Sarah ignored her teasing. “He delivered the three horses to Mr. Summerhays from Texas.”
“A cowboy?” Annie asked with a chuckle.
Again Sarah acted as if she hadn’t heard the silly question. “Toby was examining the horse when it spooked. He needed to go to the emergency room, but he’s at the house now. He’ll stay there while his sprain heals.” She shook her head. “I’m not sure who’s going to give me more trouble, the kinder or Toby.”
“You’ll be taking care of him?” Miriam asked.
“Mr. Summerhays wants me to oversee his physical therapy.” She took a bite of the delicious macaroni salad, which tasted like the one served at the last church Sunday. She guessed an Amish volunteer had shared the recipe with the other firefighters. “It was such a bizarre accident. Watching Toby, it’s obvious he’s skilled with handling horses. If he hadn’t been, Mr. Summerhays would have insisted on his grooms checking the horses. It’s too bad he was hurt.”
Expecting her friends to show sympathy for Toby’s situation, Sarah was astonished when the others began laughing.
“What’s funny?” she asked.
“You and your Amish cowboy.” Annie put her hand to her lips as she giggled again.
“He’s not my cowboy.”
“Not yet.”
Turning to Leanna, Sarah said, “Maybe you can talk sense into your twin. She’s not listening to me.”
“Annie doesn’t listen to anyone.” With a warm smile for her sister, Leanna added, “This time I’ve got to agree with her. You seem pretty taken with this cowboy. You’ve known him for a few hours, and you’ve talked more about him this evening than anything else.”
“I—”
“Don’t deny it, Sarah!” Annie winked at her twin and Miriam. “Isn’t it true?”
Sarah waited while they laughed again, then, smiling, asked her friends about what they were busy with. Miriam had school plans, and Leanna had recently purchased some goats and hoped to sell their milk and homemade soap at the farmers market in the center of the village.
When the topic didn’t shift again to Toby, she was grateful. It wasn’t easy to keep the man out of her thoughts. Several times, she found her mind wandering to him and had to focus on the conversation. It’d been a stressful day, and she was thankful God had put her in a place where she’d been able to help.
Eli came to the table, and Sarah was surprised to see she’d eaten the rest of her meal without tasting a bite, including the pie. Hearing the others commenting on how wunderbaar the dessert had been, Sarah wished she’d taken notice of it.
She felt a pang of something she didn’t want to examine when she saw how Eli smiled at Miriam at the same time his young nephew gave her a hug. She was happy the three were becoming a family. Why the pang? Maybe she was more like Leanna than she wanted to admit. No, that was silly. Sarah didn’t need another man telling her what to do in an unnecessary attempt to shield her from her own choices.
In spite of herself, her eyes cut to where her brothers waited to deliver food to the tables. Her brothers laughed and chatted with plain and Englisch firefighters. She frowned when she saw Benjamin say something to two women in T-shirts and jeans that were identical to what the other Englischer volunteers wore. He seemed okay with those women being firefighters, but he had agreed with Menno that Sarah must not take EMT training.
There must be something she could do to persuade them she deserved the same respect.
God, please help me discover what.
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О книге: A cowboy for Christmas or another year in the Amish Spinster Club?Nanny Sarah Kuhns has her hands full with kinder, her overbearing brothers and her big dreams. And it only gets worse when she takes on the care of an injured cowboy.For Amish travelling horseman Toby Christner, tight-knit Harmony Creek represents everything he’s run from. Until he heals, he can’t leave…but will falling for Sarah make him want to stay?