Stolen (A Prairie Heritage, Book 5) by Vikki Kestell

Author:Vikki Kestell [Kestell, Vikki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Faith-Filled Fiction, A Division of Growing Up in God
Published: 2014-05-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Breona called Rose from the dinner table to the telephone in the great room near Rose’s desk. “Miss Rose! ’Tis Pastor Medford a-callin’ from RiverBend!”

Alarm sprang to Rose’s heart. Edith had only been gone a few weeks—and Cal Judd had been released from prison about as long.

She listened, astonished and then astounded, as Jacob shouted over the tinny connection all the details of Cal Judd’s attempt to take Esther—and his subsequent defeat and demise at the hands of Jeremy Bailey and Connor McKennie. When the long telephone call ended, Rose stood still, the wonderful implications of Jacob’s news soaking into her heart.

“O Lord, how I thank you for this deliverance,” she breathed. “And, Father, I pray you have mercy on these men who must now face you and your righteous judgments.” Rose trembled, remembering the many heinous crimes for which she knew God would call them to account.

Straightening her shoulders, she walked into the dining room to rejoin the house for dinner, a faint smile playing about her mouth. Many pairs of questioning eyes turned toward her.

Taking her seat she looked around the table. “I have received news . . . momentous news.”

Rose did not want to repeat the ugly details of the event; after a moment’s reflection she announced quietly, “Cal Judd and his men somehow tracked Edith to RiverBend.”

No one at the table moved or spoke.

“They found Esther and were trying to take her away, but friends of ours defended her.” Rose rested her face in her hand, her relief evident. “Esther was hurt a bit, but Pastor Medford assures me she will be fine. And, he tells me, Cal Judd . . . is dead.”

Those at the table sighed, as though they had been holding their breath together.

“Oh, Mama! Oh, thank you, Lord!” Joy’s praise was taken up by the others, followed by a babble of questions.

Rose quelled the questions with an upraised palm. “I know finishing dinner may be difficult, but I would prefer not to discuss the, er, unpleasant details at the table. Right now, I am simply overwhelmed with relief and gratitude.”

Breona, her black eyes snapping, called, “’Tis writin’ Tabitha this verra night we mus’ be doin’! Won’t she be rejoicin’ an’ dancin’ on a cloud? Thank ye, Lord!”

“And Mr. O’Dell!” Grant added. “We must let him know right away.”

“Yes,” Rose answered, smiling larger. “Cal Judd will never pose a threat to us again. And Mr. O’Dell need not be concerned about visiting us here in Denver!”

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