The Uncharted Series Box Set 2 by Keely Brooke Keith

Author:Keely Brooke Keith [Keith, Keely Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Edenbrooke Press
Published: 2019-06-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

A drip of sweat ran down Bailey’s forehead, tickling her eyebrow. She wiped it with the back of her hand. Packing hay into a barn loft was the best workout she’d had in years. The muscles between her shoulder blades burned pleasurably. Every plunge and lift of the pitchfork demanded her muscles contract, and when they released, the built-up stress and sorrow poured out with her sweat.

Thanks to John and the guys for letting her join their work, she hadn’t focused on her loss as much as she had while sitting idly in the house. When she kept her body moving, her mind had something real and raw to concentrate on. Emotional pain was just as real and raw, but it didn’t help to think about it.

As she took a swig from her water bottle, John called to her from outside the loft window. “It will be awhile before Connor and Revel return with another load of hay.”

“I’ll be ready.”

“Take a break. Come with me to the house for a drink of water.”

She held up her water bottle. “I still have plenty.”

John knocked his hat’s brim higher with a knuckle and looked up at her from fifteen feet below. “You should take a break. Lydia was worried about your being up there doing men’s work again today.”

Seeing as how the good doctor was the first female physician in the Land, Bailey doubted it was Lydia who was worried about the work being too demanding for a female. “I’m fine, John.” She leaned her palms on the splintery window ledge, and the fresh air hit her face. “Lydia knows this is good for me.”

John took off his hat and wiped his forehead with a handkerchief then walked toward the house. Sweat sealed his shirt to his back. He was the hardest working pastor Bailey had ever met. Everyone here in the Land seemed to work hard. It felt right.

She threw her pitchfork like a javelin at the stack of hay across the loft. It stuck in the cured grass and stood upright. She left it there and clipped her water bottle’s carabiner to her belt loop then climbed down the ladder to the barn floor.

Two of the family’s four horses were in their stalls. One had its rump facing the stall gate. The other lifted its nose at her when she passed. She recognized it from the night she came to the Land, the night she’d lost Tim.

The breeze wafted through the barn’s double wide doorway. Outside, the sun warmed her skin as much as the air cooled it. It was only the fourth week of autumn in the Land, but everyone here spoke as if the season would be short.

She took another drink of water. It was too pleasant an afternoon to go inside, and if she sat quietly, her mind would wander backward instead of forward. Living in the past would lead to depression in the same way that living in the future led to anxiety. Somehow she had to stay in the moment.

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