An Amish Miracle by Beth Wiseman

Author:Beth Wiseman [Wiseman, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2013-09-30T11:00:00+00:00

Rosa sipped her coffee as she waited for sunrise. Adam was right. She had lost her mind. She’d spent most of her sleepless night praying for the dog, its yelping cry replaying in her mind. How could she have let anger take control of her actions? She was ashamed of her lack of self-control. She hadn’t intended to shoot the dog, only to fire into the air. The gun went off accidently while she was loading it.

Still, if the dog died . . .

Rosa glanced out the kitchen window. The sky was turning a lighter shade of blue. She pulled her cape off the hook next to the door, pushed her feet into a pair of shin-high mud boots, and headed outside. No matter what Adam said, she was going to search for that dog.

The cool morning air frosted her breath as she walked. She slipped under the pasture fence and plodded over the furrowed ground. Birds chirped as she entered the woods. She hiked the winding, red- and yellow-leaf-covered path and stopped at the creek. The dog wasn’t anywhere in sight.

Perhaps it didn’t run off to the woods to die. Maybe it was all right. Even so, she had to keep searching. She chose a different path home, weaving around the towering oaks and maples with no success.

Finally, she tromped out of the woods, but instead of coming out on her property, she found herself on her neighbor’s land. She had already cut halfway across the field when she decided to double back. Since Tate Wade’s dog pens were on the backside of his barn, it wouldn’t be too difficult to count the number of dogs in the kennels.

As she neared the cages, the dogs charged and she jumped back, clutching her chest. This wasn’t a good idea. The noisy commotion was bound to draw attention. She took a quick count. One missing.

Behind her, a man cleared his throat.

She turned toward him, smoothing out the wrinkles on the front of her dress with her hands. “Good morning, Mr. Wade.”

“Mrs. Hostetler.” His tone was as cold as his unblinking, dark eyes. “What do you plan to do, destroy my other dogs?”

“I, ah . . .”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “I had no idea how cruel you were. I thought Amish people didn’t believe in violence.”

She flinched. No one had ever described her that way. Then again, she’d never taken a shot at someone’s dog. She lowered her head.

“My prized German shorthaired pointer’s leg was shot.”

“I’m sorry. It was an accident.”

“For your sake, he’d better recover. His champion bloodline will cost a great deal to replace.” Rosa watched, alarmed, as his face flushed a dark red.

For your sake? Was that a threat?

“I do hope your dog makes a full recovery,” she said. “But I’d like him to live on your side of the property line, not mine.”

“I don’t want to see you near my kennels again.”

Rosa nodded. “Again, I’m sorry.” She circled to leave. The quicker she could get home, the sooner her heart would stop pounding so hard.

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