Amish Rescue. Debby Giusti
when Victor drove onto the property earlier.”
“You should tell him to stay off your land.”
“Yah, this I could do. But that is not how a good neighbor acts.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Is it necessary to be a good neighbor to a man who is so hateful?”
“If I want him to think I have nothing against him.” Before he could explain what he meant, the back door opened and Rebecca returned to the kitchen.
“I am interrupting something?” she asked.
“No,” Sarah insisted. “But I am tired and would like to rest.”
Joachim peered through the window at the darkening sky. “Black clouds roll overhead. The storm may turn the day to night. Perhaps you will need a candle in your room.”
Sarah’s face tightened. She shook her head. “There’s still plenty of daylight. Besides, I don’t like candles.”
Joachim didn’t understand her comment, nor did he understand the fear that returned to her face and the way she clasped her hands together. Something about candles had set her off, but what? And why?
“Perhaps the oil lamp would be better,” Rebecca offered.
“I’ll be fine,” Sarah insisted. “The room has a window. I will awake before nightfall, if I can even sleep.”
Sarah grabbed her skirts and hurried upstairs. Her footfalls echoed in the house and made Joachim’s heart ache.
He had to let her go, but he wondered what the Englischer was hiding. Sarah feared Victor, but there was something else she feared.
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