The Tory's Daughter by Angela K. Couch

Author:Angela K. Couch
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Fiction
ISBN: 9781522300830
Publisher: Pelican Book Group
Published: 2018-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

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Hannah wove around trees and scampered over logs, heart in her throat. The temptation to turn back grew with the distance put between her and the Garnet farm. Perhaps she never should have left. Setting off on her own had been the right thing to do, the brave thing to do, but she felt anything but brave as the sun began it’s descent. Lost. Scared. Overwhelmed with the task of finding the truth of Myles and Samuel’s fates. Fearful of what that truth might be. Not brave. “What am I doing?”

She should have at least taken time for better provisions. The cornbread would last her little more than a couple of days, and that was if she only nibbled. Despite feeling ill with uncertainty, trying to put as much distance as possible between her and Joseph set fire to her appetite. Willpower would be required not to inhale all her food when she stopped for the night.

Willpower was already in full use to not turn back.

Following along the river did not make for the smoothest of terrain or directness of route, but she didn’t dare wander far from it for fear she would lose her way completely. She had never been much farther east, but the Mohawk River would lead to the Hudson River, and on to Albany. That much she knew.

Fabric ripped and tugged Hannah to a halt. She glanced at her torn hem, snagged on the jagged stub of a broken branch. She ripped it away. What had she been thinking wearing heavy skirts? The crackling of twigs and dry leaves made her pulse race. Something moved through the forest. Not toward her, but paralleling her trail.

And, of course, she’d left to wander through the wilderness without any form of weapon. Joseph left his musket in the cabin. Why hadn’t she taken it? Or a knife? Or even an old pistol? She’d let Joseph Garnet under her skin and had thrown any common sense to the wayside. If she died out here after being mauled by a bear or gobbled by a wolf, it would all be his fault.

Not that he’ll ever know what happened to me. Which brought no peace of mind.

She kept walking, not daring to stop even as dusk lowered its haze over the forest. Not only had she left without a weapon, but also without means to start a fire and no more protection than the woolen shawl to ward off the growing chill as the sun fell away. She had no choice but to keep moving.

Or go back.

Joseph had promised to help her. If he was a man with any honor, nothing should affect that.

Hannah’s feet faltered and she glanced back. She was tired and the comfort of a real bed beckoned. A real bed that Joseph warmed.

But if she went back, Joseph would see how utterly weak she was.

She stood at an impasse, eyes watering.

The rush of branches being brushed aside and trod underfoot broke through the stillness of the woods. Then all fell quiet.

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