A Lady Like Sarah by Margaret Brownley

Author:Margaret Brownley [Brownley, Margaret]
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: American Light Romantic Fiction, Religious & spiritual fiction, Christian - Historical, Fiction - Religious, Christian, Clergy, Christian - Western, Christian - Romance, Fiction, Romance, Women, Middle West, Western, Historical, Christian life & practice, General & Literary Fiction, American Historical Fiction, General, Religious, Love stories
ISBN: 9781595548092
Publisher: Thomas Nelson Inc
Published: 2009-12-29T05:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

Justin wasn't sure what woke him. He rolled on his back, eyes wide open. Something . . .

Leaving the comfort of his bedroll, he fumbled in the dark until he found the candle on the wooden table. He lit it and the flickering light sent shadows fleeing across the creviced walls, but all he could see was Sarah's empty cot.

His heart sank. She left—left without so much as a goodbye. Left never to be seen again. The very thought turned his blood cold. He could hardly breathe.

For weeks, he'd fought his feelings for Sarah, refusing to believe what his heart knew was true. Now that she was gone, all pretense left him. He covered his face with his hands but he couldn't hold back his anguished cry.

That's when he heard it—the voice of an angel.

Checking to make certain Elizabeth was still asleep, he rushed to the mouth of the cave and peered into the darkness. From the distance came the braying of cattle. No stars could be seen, but a glimmer of the waxing moon peeked through fast moving clouds.

Her voice was clear now. Sarah's voice . . .

Unable to see her, he reached for the lit candle, but a breeze blew it out, bringing with it the musty smell of damp earth. He grabbed a lantern that had been left by railroad workers and lit it with shaking hands. He held it up over his head, moving it back and forth until he could pick out her slight figure.

She stood on the rocky cliffs opposite the cave, singing. Though clear and sweet, her voice seemed at odds with the lyrics of an old Irish drinking song.

What was she doing? Why was she standing atop a boulder in the middle of the night singing her heart out? But then he saw it, in the distance: lightning, followed by the low rumble of thunder. Recalling Frazier's warning about a possible stampede, a chill shot down his spine.

From behind the cave, Noah neighed and Blizzard whickered. Moses made a long rasping sound. Their animals were tethered high above the trail, out of harm's way, but obviously they, too, sensed danger.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and the air crackled around him.

After a while, Sarah's voice stilled and he felt like he was in a wilderness with only the sky to keep him company.

He opened his mouth in song. "A . . . maz . . . ing grace . . ."

It had been so long since he'd sung, so long since he'd wanted to.

He wanted to sing now, not only because he hoped to avert a disaster, but because he wanted to reach across the chasm to where Sarah stood all alone.

His baritone voice floated between them. After he'd sung the lyrics all the way through, he began again and this time she joined him. Her voice grew stronger as the words and tune became more familiar to her.

And he liked it. Liked the way their voices blended together. Like the music they made, the bond they created.

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