Faith’s Mountain Home by Misty M. Beller

Author:Misty M. Beller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Fiction;Christian fiction | Love stories | Western stories;FIC042110;FIC042030;FIC027360
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2020-11-18T00:00:00+00:00

Delivering medicines to the east side of town was the least Laura could do. Doc Micah and Ingrid had done so much for her—still did so much every single day—and she struggled to find enough ways to repay them.

The doctor had been out late the night before with patients, and then the clinic had been nearly overrun that morning with people suffering all the ailments the winter season brought on. It was a good thing Doc Micah had finally allowed her to step out and help with these poor people suffering on the east side of town. He didn’t speak much of the cases he treated, but apparently there was something of an epidemic happening there. Fever and stomach complaints of the worst kinds.

He’d lost one of his most elderly patients two days before, and that seemed to be weighing heavily on him. She couldn’t imagine the weight of having so many people depending on him to make them well.

Lord, strengthen the doctor. Give him your healing touch. She needed to be more diligent to lift him up in prayer. Ingrid too.

She reached the first house Doc Micah had described—a small white-washed home about half the width of the buildings on either side of it. He’d left out the fact that the whitewashing had almost completely flaked off, and the boards that made up the walls looked like they would peel away next, as warped as they were.

The houses on either side weren’t in much better condition, although they were indeed larger. Still, four of these structures could fit inside the building that housed the clinic and Bradley residence.

The tiny house didn’t have a porch, so she stepped straight to the door and knocked. Voices sounded inside, and then the door scraped open. She couldn’t help widening her eyes at the dirt floor. Even the rough cabin she’d grown up in had a puncheon wood floor, and they’d not even lived in town. How much more work she would have had keeping house if they’d been forced to live in this little shanty.

She lifted her gaze to the worn, shadowed eyes of the man who opened the door. His hair stood in awkward spikes, and his shirt looked to be a soiled mess. She extended the cloth sack that held the elderberry tonic and willow bark tincture. “Doctor Bradley sent some medicines for Mrs. Wilkinson.”

The man took the bag and turned away to cough—a dry, barking sound. Then he looked back at her, whatever life his eyes had held now drained out of him. “Not many of us left, now that Ma’s passed. I hope this helps Penny.”

Pain twisted in her middle. This must be the home that lost the elderly woman two days before. She gripped her other delivery as she struggled for the right words. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Such a trivial statement. Yet what could she say that wouldn’t make his sorrow even greater? “If there’s anything else we can do, please don’t hesitate to send someone for us.

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