Authors: Marta Perry
Rachel's Garden (13 page)
“There now, Ben.” She spoke as soothingly as if she were talking to one of the children. “This isn’t where you belong. What are you doing out here at night?”
And why on earth had Joseph let him out? That seemed to be what he had been saying, but it made no sense.
“Let’s get you back in the barn where you belong.” She was almost to the animal. She reached out gingerly for his halter.
Ben flung up his head and danced away from her, his eyes rolling so nervously that she could see the whites even in the glow of the lantern.
The lantern—that must be what had frightened him. She set it on the grass. She didn’t really need the light it provided. The western sky was still streaked with purple, and night hadn’t quite claimed the farm yet.
She had to quiet her own nerves before she could proceed. She tried to picture Ezra in this situation. He would probably walk right up to the gelding and grasp the halter, wouldn’t he? Then that was what she should do.
Except that Ezra seemed very far away, and she did not feel very brave.
Please, Father.
Please, Father.
Ben had settled back to his eating. She moved closer, reached out, and patted his shoulder. His skin rippled as if she were a pesky fly, but he didn’t move. More confident, she reached for the halter. She almost had him—
The door banged, the sound like a shot in the still night. Ben shied away from her. He wheeled, his huge hooves coming dangerously close to her legs, and ran straight for the road.
She spared one quick glance toward the house as she ran after him. Becky had come onto the porch, probably looking for them. Her mouth was a round O of surprise.
“Stay there!” Rachel ordered, sprinting after the animal. “Stay there.”
They would obey, wouldn’t they? The last thing she needed was to have them to worry about, in addition to the horse. If Ben got out onto the road—
She didn’t want to think of that. Too often animals were hit, and a car or pickup coming fast along the narrow road wouldn’t have a chance of stopping in time.
That pair of Belgian draft horses were one of the farm’s biggest assets. She couldn’t afford to lose Ben.
She pressed her hand against the stitch in her side and ran on down the lane. How far would he go? Surely, after he got over his initial fright, he’d stop to eat the lush grass along the side of the lane, wouldn’t he?
But Ezra always said that horses were not the most sensible creatures, as apt to take fright at a blowing paper as at an oncoming freight truck.
Rachel rounded the slight bend in the lane. She could see the road now. Could see, too, the pair of headlights that pierced the darkness. A car was coming. If the horse ran out onto the road, what was the chance the driver would be able to stop?
She forced herself on, too breathless to cry out, not that it would have helped her anyway.
Please, God, please, God.
The words kept time with her running feet.
Please, God, please, God.
The words kept time with her running feet.
A dark shape loomed ahead of her on the lane. Then, coming closer, it separated itself, and she could see. The gelding, not free any longer, plodded toward her, his halter in the hand of a man who also led a horse pulling a buggy. Something about the size and shape of the lanky figure identified him.
“William! You caught him.”
“Ja.”
William was close enough now that she could see his grin. All the tension went out of her in a whoosh of relief.
“G-gut thing I was on my way home chust n-n-now.”
“A very gut thing.” Thankfulness swept over her. “I was afraid he’d run onto the road and be hit.” The car swept past the lane, accentuating her words.
“He’s s-safe now.” William fell into step with her. “Don’t you worry. ”
“Denke, William. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She seemed to be saying that too often lately.
“I’ll p-put him in the barn.”
Nodding, she took the buggy horse from him, leading it to the hitching rail as William led the gelding on toward the barn.
She tied his horse to the rail, thankful that William hadn’t repeated what he’d said the last time she’d had cause to be grateful to him. Maybe he realized that his words then had made her uncomfortable.
She crossed to the porch, almost too tired to put one foot in front of the other. When she sank down on the step, Joseph and Becky threw their arms around her.
“There, now, it’s all right.” Somehow she found the strength to comfort them. “Uncle William is putting foolish Ben back in the stall where he belongs. There’s no need for tears.”
Although she had to admit, she felt like shedding a few herself.
“I’m sorry, Mammi. I shouldn’t have slammed the door.” Becky hugged her, arms tight around her neck.
“It’s no matter.” Rachel turned to her son. “Joseph, how did this happen? How did Ben get out?”
Joseph sniffled a little. “I went to check Dolly, because she was bawling. She must have tipped her water bowl over, ’cause it was empty, and I filled it before supper, I really did.”
“I’m sure you did.” Joseph would no more neglect his precious goat than miss his own supper. “Why did you go in the barn?”
“I heard something moving inside. I could tell it was one of the draft horses, ’cause it was so loud. It sounded like he was out of his stall, so I thought I’d better check.” He hung his head. “I should have come to tell you.”
“Ja, you should.” She ruffled his hair. “You will next time. So Ben was out of his stall?”
He nodded. “When I opened the door, he ran right out the barn door. I couldn’t stop him. I’m sorry, Mammi.”
“I know you are.” She drew him closer, a chill running through her. If he hadn’t gotten out of the way of the animal—
She suppressed that line of thought, looking up as William approached.
He stopped at the foot of the steps. “Everything else is all r-right.”
“Ser gut. But how did he get out of the stall?”
William glanced at Joseph. “J-Joseph d-d-didn’t let him out?”
“No!” Joseph looked up at his uncle. “Honest, Onkel William, I didn’t. He was already out when I opened the barn door.”
William shrugged. “Don’t know. He was in and s-settled when I l-left.”
It was troublesome, to say the least. Rachel couldn’t doubt William’s word. He wasn’t careless. But Joseph’s story had the ring of truth, too.
“No harm was done, thanks to you.” She smiled at William, giving the children another hug. “Now I must get my little schnickelfritzes to bed. Say good night to Onkel William.”
She kept a calm smile pinned to her face while the children bade William good night. It wouldn’t do to let them know she was worried.
But how had the horse gotten out? She’d give a gut deal to know the answer to that.
Gideon
stood back, hands on his hips, to survey the panel of glass he’d just set into place. He was close to putting the finishing touches to the greenhouse.
stood back, hands on his hips, to survey the panel of glass he’d just set into place. He was close to putting the finishing touches to the greenhouse.
Rachel must surely be itching to move her plants in as soon as he pronounced it done. The chilly weather of the past couple of days had reminded everyone that the valleys of central Pennsylvania couldn’t count on frost-free nights until about the middle of May, at least.
Some folks put their plants in early, if they felt reckless, but then ended up having to cover them or lose them.
Truth to tell, he’d be sorry when the day came that he’d be finished. He wouldn’t have a reason then to come to Rachel’s as often, and he’d have to think of some other way to help Ezra’s family.
Rachel would continue going to market, surely. Aaron and Lovina would do their best to see to that. The problem might be to keep Lovina from being too enthusiastic in her pushing.
Joseph came running across the yard toward him, and Gideon’s face relaxed into a smile. One of the best things about being here every day was getting to know Ezra’s small son. He’d come to count on the boy rushing to help him the moment he got home from school. Nothing compared with working together to build a bond between them.
“You put the first glass in!” Joseph skidded to a halt. “Can I help? Can I?”
“Sure thing. I’m planning on you holding the panels for me while I put the putty in already. ”
“I
told
Mammi you’d need me to help you.”
told
Mammi you’d need me to help you.”
Gideon paused in lifting the next pane. “You’re not skipping other chores to do this, are you? That wouldn’t be right, with your mammi counting on you and all.”
Joseph shook his head, his fine blond hair bouncing on his rounded forehead. “I have some watering to do, but Mammi said I can do it later.”
“Gut.” He lifted the pane of glass into place, letting the boy steady it while he tapped in the metal glazing points that would hold the pane even without Joseph’s small hands on the glass.
This was how children learned to do the things they’d eventually need to do as adults. He hadn’t given that much thought before he’d begun coming here. Joseph, with his father gone, would absorb what it meant to be an Amish man from his grandfather, his uncles, and maybe even a little from him, if the gut Lord willed.
“Did Mammi tell you about the horse getting out last night?” Joseph frowned at the pane, his palms flat against it.
“No, she didn’t.” He glanced toward the house. He hadn’t seen much of Rachel today, as a matter of fact.
Joseph stared fixedly at the pane. “I didn’t mean to let it happen.”
“I’m sure you didn’t.” He smoothed the putty into place, his voice calm.
“I was checking on Dolly. I could hear that one of the horses was out of his stall. You know how their hooves go clump-clump on the boards?”
He nodded. The sound was different, more hollow when it wasn’t muffled by the straw in the stall.
“I thought I could get him back in by myself.” Joseph’s voice trembled a little.
“You wanted to help Mammi.” He certainly understood that feeling. He wanted to help Rachel, too. “Which horse was it?”
“Ben. He’s the big draft horse. He ran right out when I opened the door.”
“That must have been scary.” And dangerous, but he figured Rachel had already pointed that out to the boy.
“Ja.” His eyes met Gideon’s then, and Gideon saw how troubled the boy was. “I wanted to help, but Mammi said to stay on the porch with Becky. And then Ben ran toward the road, and Mammi ran after him.”
Joseph didn’t need to say how frightening that had been. It was written on his face.
“You did what your mother said?”
He nodded.
“Well, then, you did the right thing.”
“I wanted to help,” he repeated, his voice shaking. “But Mammi couldn’t get him either. Gut thing that Uncle William came by then. He brought him back.”
“That was fortunate.” William was a kindhearted lad, obviously willing to do anything he could for Rachel. Or maybe more accurately, anything that Isaac would let him do. “And you did the right thing by listening.”
Joseph nodded again, but his forehead was still knotted with worry. Gideon thought he knew why. Joseph was trying hard to fill his father’s shoes. That was natural enough, but those shoes were much too big for any six-year-old boy.
All three of the children had to be affected by the loss of their father. Mary seemed the least bothered, young as she was.
As for Becky—well, at the moment Becky had been dispatched to take the clothes down from the clothesline. Instead, the basket lay forgotten on the grass while Becky shinnied up the clothes pole.
He had to smile. Ezra had been like that as a boy—always willing to try anything, and like as not, leading Gideon into trouble, too. Ezra would know how to deal with that tendency in his daughter, having been that way himself. Gideon wasn’t sure that Rachel did.
But here came Rachel now, crossing the lawn toward Becky, the breeze sending the strings of her prayer covering streaming out behind her. She said something to Becky—he couldn’t hear what—and Becky slid down the pole and picked up the basket.
Rachel glanced his way, hesitated a moment, and then came toward him, pressing the skirt of her dress down with one hand when it flapped in the wind.
“You are making wonderful-gut progress,” she said. “The windows going in already!”
“Thanks to my fine helper.” He smiled at Joseph.
“I don’t want to take him away when he’s working, but Dolly is bawling, and no one will do for the silly creature but Joseph.”
“She’s not silly,” Joseph said loyally. “She’s going to have her babies soon, and that makes her nervous, ain’t so?” He appealed to Gideon.
“That could be. Why don’t you take a break from this and see to her? I can manage until you do that.”
“I’ll come right back,” Joseph said, and sprinted across the yard toward the goat’s pen.
“How long do you think it will take to finish the work?” Rachel was obviously counting the moments until she could put her plants in her new greenhouse.
“I should finish up in a day or two, if all goes well.” He picked up the next pane. “I hear you had some trouble here last night.”
“Joseph told you?” Her smooth brow furrowed with concern. “He shouldn’t have opened the barn door, of course. But how did Ben get out of the stall? That’s what worries me. I’m sure William wouldn’t make such a mistake.”
Without seeming to think about it, she moved around so that she could take Joseph’s place holding the pane. Now it was her palms that pressed against the glass instead of the child’s.
“William’s the careful sort, I’d say.” It was odd. And dangerous to the animal even if he hadn’t gotten out of the barn.
“That’s what makes it so puzzling.” She shook her head, her face troubled. “Joseph shouldn’t have been out there alone that late anyway. If it hadn’t been for—” She stopped.
“Hadn’t been for what?” Gideon prompted.
A small sigh passed her lips. “Becky was upset with Mary. And Joseph hates any rumpus, so he went outside to get away from it. For him, that was just a short step to going to check on Dolly.”
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