Amish Days: Replacement Wife: Hollybrook Amish Romance (Greta's Story Book 1) by Brenda Maxfield

Author:Brenda Maxfield [Maxfield, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tica House Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-02-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Isaac left James in his mother’s arms and went out to the barn. He needed to get out of the house. The walls were closing in on him, despite his mother’s brave words of comfort. Betty was hardly cold in the ground, and Isaac felt completely lost. Numb. As if he was living in someone else’s nightmare.

He pushed open the barn door and listened for Myrtle. That silly goat always greeted him with her off-tune bleat. And usually, the critter was chomping on something she had no business getting into. But this time, there was no welcoming bleat. In fact, there was no sound at all.

Isaac wasn’t unduly concerned. Myrtle pretty much had free run of the place, so she was probably outside somewhere. He smiled again at how much Betty liked that goat. Myrtle was going to miss her, that was for sure. Isaac peered behind the stack of garden tools and also checked the stalls. He looked behind his extra plow blades, and then shook his head. He shouldn’t be wasting time searching for a stubborn goat. He had other animals to tend and a huge acreage of fields to manage.

But now, an uneasy niggling worked its way through him. Was Myrtle in trouble? He sighed and went out the side door. The chickens were clucking contentedly, so Myrtle couldn’t be around there. She always raised a ruckus near the chicken coop.

He stood and faced his fields, shielding his eyes from the sun. “Myrtle!” he called. “Myrtle!”

Betty would laugh at him for sure, standing there calling the goat like she was his long-lost pet.

But where was the darn thing? Isaac frowned and walked behind the barn, searching. After ten more minutes, he gave up. This was silly. He needed to see to the cow.

Toiling outside felt good. Isaac worked up a sweat and felt better than he’d felt in weeks. He glanced back toward the house and stared at his bedroom window. Betty wasn’t up there anymore. She wasn’t suffering anymore. He could thank God for that, couldn’t he?

He closed his eyes and began to pray and then stopped in frustration. Was he thanking God that Betty was dead? He couldn’t do that. He just couldn’t.

He ran his hand over his beard and coughed. No.

He walked out behind the house to check on the garden.

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