Название: Heartland Wedding
Автор: Renee Ryan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
isbn: 9781472023070
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He might have spoken softly, calmly even, but she knew he would not allow her to leave. He’d become her jailer.
She tried not to resent him for his new role as he urged her toward a small bench running along the opposite wall of the shelving.
“Sit.” He handed her a threadbare blanket. “Wrap this around you.”
She did as he commanded. She had no choice.
Watching her carefully, Pete sat on the steps and rested his elbows on his knees. For a long moment, he stared at her without speaking. She studied his face in turn. The hard, chiseled features were at odds with the sad eyes, eyes still mourning the loss of a loved one.
Rebecca swallowed. She had no idea what to say to this stranger who employed her older brother as a farrier in his livery stable. No words would bring back Pete’s wife. No words would bring her parents back, either.
“Would you pray with me?” he asked in a stilted voice.
Pray? Why hadn’t she thought of that herself? Where was her faith? Why hadn’t she put her hope in the Lord like always? “Ja. Yes,” she corrected. “That would be a good idea.”
Pete lowered his chin toward his chest. Rebecca stared at his bowed head for only a moment before closing her eyes.
“Heavenly Father,” he began, “Your Word tells us You determine our days and months in this life. You give and You take away…” His voice hitched and his words trailed off.
When the silence continued, Rebecca opened her eyes.
Head still bent, Pete swallowed once. Twice. Then he cleared his throat and began again. “Scripture also tells us that You give strength to Your people. Lord, we pray You give Edward Your strength as he battles this storm. Keep him and all the citizens of High Plains safe. May they all have found cover in time.” He paused again. “In Jesus’ name, we pray, amen.”
“Amen.”
After a moment of silence, Pete shifted a few steps higher. Gazing at her from his perch, he spoke softly, using the tone he might adopt for one of his spooked horses. “Are you warm enough?”
She hugged the blanket around her shoulders and nodded.
“There’s nothing to fear down here.”
“I…know.”
“The storm will pass, eventually.”
She drew in a shuddering sigh and nodded again. Clearly, he was being careful with her, drawing her into conversation slowly. She found herself admiring him all the more for his consideration. It would be easy to build dreams around such a man. But Rebecca knew Pete wasn’t for her and she wasn’t for him. Aside from the fact that they hardly knew each other, his heart still belonged to the wife and child he’d lost.
He continued talking. Before long, she responded in more than nods and short phrases. When he asked about her childhood in Norway, she told him of the poverty and the never-ending workload. Then she revealed the loneliness she’d suffered when Edward had left for America and her parents had banded tighter together, leaving her feeling alone and left out.
“I’ve never told anyone that before,” she admitted, wiggling a hand free from the blanket to shove at her hair.
Pete smiled at her, just a little. “Are you happy in High Plains?”
She answered without hesitation. “Oh, ja. Mrs. Jennings has been very kind. Cooking for her and the other boarders is a wonderful job.” She swallowed. “But, Pete, I have to know. Why wasn’t Edward at the livery today?”
“He was, earlier, but then he headed out to the wagon train for a final check on the horses’ shoes.”
The wagon train. Of course. Edward would want to make sure all the horses were ready for the trek across country. She herself had fed an extra twenty people this morning at the boardinghouse. “I—”
The wind stopped, suddenly. Pete raised his gaze to the heavens. “Praise God, it’s over.”
Rebecca released her own sigh of relief.
Without looking at her again, Pete ascended the stairs, unlatched the bolt and shoved open the door. His shocked gasp alerted Rebecca to what she would find.
After snuffing out the lantern’s flame, she wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders, then slowly picked her way up the stairs.
The sky had turned bright with sunshine, momentarily blinding her as effectively as the match’s fire had done earlier. When her vision cleared, the view that met her gaze stole her breath away. There was too much devastation to take in at once. Boards blown off houses, everyday household items lying in pieces, trees torn from the earth by their roots, a wagon on a rooftop.
Rebecca took a tentative step forward. And then another.
The scent of smoke filled the air, but she couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Somewhere close.
She glanced at Pete. Lost in his own shock, he stood staring straight ahead, unmoving, jaw clenched. She followed the direction of his gaze. His livery stable was still standing, but a portion of the roof had been completely ripped off.
“Oh, Pete. I’m so sorry.”
He didn’t respond. She hadn’t expected him to.
Tugging the blanket tighter around her, Rebecca turned to look behind her. There was a menacing stillness in the air.
Half the town’s buildings had been shredded into raw timber.
Pete Benjamin had just saved her life.
But what of Edward? Her knees buckled. “How could he have survived this?” she whispered.
Pete abruptly turned to her, hesitated only a second before taking charge. He directed her to a solitary bench near the stable and sat beside her. “Once you catch your breath we’ll go in search of your brother.”
What a kind offer. She knew she should refuse. Pete had to tend to his own property. Yet she found herself nodding at his offer. “Ja. I would appreciate your help.”
They rose as a unit and walked toward the center of town. With each step Rebecca’s breathing quickened. There was so much destruction. So many people stumbling along beside them, but none of them were Edward.
Where was her brother?
She gripped Pete’s arm, afraid of what they would find as they picked their way through the debris. Afraid that Edward had not weathered the storm as well as she had thanks to Pete’s quick thinking and persistence.
When they rounded the corner onto Main Street, Rebecca stopped dead in her tracks. A large pile of shredded wood filled a newly formed gap between them, the schoolhouse and church. “Pete.” Her fingers tightened on his arm. “The town hall СКАЧАТЬ