A Promise of Grace by Lynette Sowell

Author:Lynette Sowell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abingdon Fiction
Published: 2015-05-06T04:00:00+00:00

16

Silas relished the tug of the breeze on his clothing as Steven Hostetler’s boat pulled away from the dock. Almost as good as flying.

With the morning showers and clouds behind them, and a good meal inside their stomachs, who wouldn’t be in a good mood?

Even after the questions posed by Pastor this morning, privately and quickly after the service.

He’d hoped Rochelle had been wrong about loose lips and suspicious minds. But, here came someone casting a stain upon the sweet time he’d had with Rochelle.

Not romantic. Well, maybe a little bit.

The boat bobbed and salty spray struck their faces. The young women squealed. Despite his sober thoughts, Silas grinned and laughed.

Matthew’s face glowed from where he sat, beside the older friend of his uncle’s, Henry Hostetler. The older man had left his black brimmed hat in his vehicle and his white hair and beard blew in the breeze.

Casting all your cares upon him, for he careth for you . . .

And so, Silas did. For now, he’d enjoy the great afternoon.

“I hope we catch a lot of fish, Dad!” Matthew shouted across to him above the motor’s roar.

“Me too. You ready to clean ’em later?”

“Yes, sir!”

Silas laughed again, this time at Matthew’s enthusiasm. He’d see if the same enthusiasm showed up later when it was time to clean the fish.

They continued on for several minutes on the water, today glowing a shade of greenish-blue, even brighter than when they first arrived at the marina where Steven kept his boat.

Silas glanced back at the young man, piloting them over the waves. Good, stable kid. Still Plain, although driving a not-Plain boat. Steven had impressed him when he shared his calendar for the winter.

Dolphin watch, for some passengers. A few Old Order men, brothers and sons, were chartering the boat for a family fishing trip. Then one day a week, Steven donated free boat trips to whatever vacationer signed up first.

Steven explained to him earlier that during Pinecraft’s down time in the summer, he still managed to keep busy with vacationer charters.

The boat’s roar quieted to a low rumble as they bobbed to a stop on the water.

“Okay, we’ll see how we do at this spot.” Steven hopped from his seat and moved on steady feet to where he cast off the anchor.

Silas stood and found his balance, before heading over to the trio of fishing poles they’d brought with them, courtesy of Uncle Tobias. The three of them were capable fishermen, with Lena possessing a good hand at working the rod and reel to haul in many a fish.

“You fish much in Africa?” Steven asked them.

“As often as we could. It depended a lot on my schedule,” Silas said.

“When Dad wasn’t there, sometimes our mom would bring us in the morning, before lessons.”

Lena nodded. “Those were the best days.”

Silas didn’t flinch at the silent ping needling his heart. Those days were gone, and he’d always miss them. The four of them had built a good family. So far, the three of them were doing .

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