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Af wo , h’d fll h loo. Gv h w of clothes and everything. Funny, though. The shame of the convict stripes still clung to him, as if tattooed horizontally across his skin. Lv G olld h hold d h lghl-oo-gh o h’d been issued and wondered how long it would take to get reaccustomed reac customed o od loh. O o g h ll of o of h. A f hd l h d h wgo d fo h l l or so of his journey from Huntsville. Levi’s feet had welcomed the respite, but now now,, standing outside the parson parson’’s small box-shaped house, od hogh dld h. H f hgd o kg good o. Th Bl d odo l h kk fld h ho, h dragged behind him like the lead ball that used to be shackled to his leg. The Father might have forgiven his prodigal prodiga l ways, but the world was full
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of ol old oh who wold wo ld h h od h h’d gv o od h ogh. No h h wold l h. Ch h old ol d o h o f. A g of ool F wd jd h fo h hogh d hd h fowd. Th Lod hd ld h o h h’ hhold—h l Lv old do w kok o h doo. He climbed the steps onto the porch, ducking under a barren rose trellis. Winter had temporarily robbed the latticework of its color, color, but the promise of spring lingered in the twining stems. Levi rapped a kkl g h doo d wd. Sod kd . . H hfd fo o foo o h oh oh.. A g o god d h h l h lg fod dffl o d. H lw o wh ll w lf h d d o h rail. Had he been wrong to come? Forcing himself to breathe evenly evenly,, he began to count the number of pickets picket s in the fence across acros s the yard. He’d He’d l d o v wh h doo lkd o hd h. Lv od. Sg wo, h kd h h fo h hd. “Can I help you?” The tiny lady finished wiping her hands on h o d lookd h, h wdg ol lghl h ook h z. “Levi Grant, ma’am. I’m here to”—See? to”— See? No— “talk “talk to David Cfod.” Th hd’ hd’ log, h’d h’d lkd, l kd, dd o h h’d h’d od. o d. Y Y of vod vodgg S od h h hd made him adept at finding substitutes, but it still took his brain time to ogz d j h S wod h o d oll. “Mr. Grant, of course. cour se. We’ We’ve ve been expecting expec ting you. Please, come c ome in.” A w l lood o h f h lld h doo wd. Levi swiveled sideways to edge through the opening without grazg h ho. H z hd wh odg o, w hd od dl ld dl ho. She led him to a parlor full of treacherous knickknacks and spindly h d lf h h wh h ol k of kg hlf ofol whl h fhd h hd.
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Choosing the most substantial substantia l piece of furniture in the room, Levi ol lowd hlf oo h g of, wg wh h k of h h ok lg. H lg h kk off h hold d o h l, h hd d fo h l fo h hl d o, Joh Wll. Sof foofll odd h hll. Lv hovd h k d d lhd o h f, ll lhg h l. l. “Mr. Grant. Welcome to Spencer.” A thin man with dark hair gg h l od o h lo , h hd ohd. “Joh wd h o w og.” Lv hdd ov h l d gd h ’ hd, fl o o qz oo hd. Th h w good hd ho d ol dd old h Lv’ h , h dd kd d l ho h od h kowldg of Lv’ who g jdg. “Pl, .” Levi bent slowly to retake his seat on the sofa while David Cranford ld o h. H od h l Lv hd gv h l d h o fo foldg k d lg o h o ok. “Yo’ll gld o kow h vhg l,” Cfod d. “Mr. Spencer accepted my recommendation and forwarded the lease o o k. Yo hold h d of h wk.” Levi swallowed what moisture he could summon from his arid oh. “No vw?” “No fol o, o. W’ W’v v who wh o lkh lk h fo gh gh onto four months now. And with spring planting around the corner . . . Wll . . . l’ j h owfolk hv o h volzg their dissatisfaction. dissatisfa ction. Mr. Mr. Spencer was anxious to find a blacksmith, blacks mith, and I w h o od o o h. A log h v v fd o glg fl o, hg hold go oohl.” No glaring faults? Levi faults? Levi nearly laughed aloud. His faults glared brighter than t han streaks exposed by sunlight sunligh t on a freshly cleaned window. window. 9
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His only hope was to hide them from this representative until he’d hd h o ov hlf. hlf. “Did you tell him about a bout . . . ?” Levi cleared his throat but couldn couldn’’t q o h of h qo. The preacher shook his head. “No. And I see no reason to enlighten o h o. I h o d g o o l o fo o d.” Lv ld o h hod of j . H hd h, h. “The truth tr uth will come out eventually eventua lly,, though,” the man cautioned, “d wold fo o o fo o h owh l, I lv h h gh o do h h h o d of g wghd oll h k. “I’ve known Jonathan Willis since our days at seminary semi nary,,” Cranford continued. “He speaks highly of you, Mr. Grant. And that’s good ogh fo . I’ll gldl od o o M. S’ g d odo.” “Thank you.” Levi had not expected such generosity. Didn’t dv . Y Y h’d h’d o o foolh foo lh o j . H’d H’d ogh ogh foolh . “ ‘There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are Ch J.’ ” Th h d h lh ov of h Bl g o h od lo d w h of h h d h sofa, his gaze intent. Almost as if he were trying to bore a hole through Lv’ hd o d h h of h wod o h ol. Levi turned his head away from the man man’’s scrutiny to stare instead at a porcelain shepherdess guarding a shelf on the front wall. He knew h g fo Ro . H v lvd . Y o how hd h d o ov h h, lf-oh ll lg o h lk . “Yo’ “Y o’ w kg k g w .” .” Lv jkd h hd od. “Lv h gl hd, o.” 0
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0“Lv h oh ook o dk. I’ll hlv fo o l.” Eden Spencer Spencer tried to hurry hurr y her last patron out, an elderly woman who ovd low h g o fl fl .. Noll h dd d d’’ d chatting with Pearl after closing time, but today she did. Norman Draper had strolled past her window five minutes ago, portfolio in hand—no doubt on his way to get the new blacksmith’s signature o h ldg l. Bfo h’d v hd h o lk o h man. Eden pressed her lips together to keep her irritation at bay as h hld Pl wh h f. Wh w h o o o h ow ol ook h ol h father’s representative seriously? What if she found the new smith l? If h k jd h g wh h , wold k dg h o h w vl o dffl. Thk goodness Emma had stopped by earlier to let her know the smith had arrived. Now, if she could just hurry Pearl along a bit, maybe she old dh o h o h og o v h o o M. D’ . “Here’ss your book, “Here’ boo k, Pearl.” Pearl.” Eden placed plac ed the small sma ll volume of poetry o h old wo’ hd. “Thank you, dear dear.. My afternoons would be dreadfully dull without ohg w o d v ow d g.” g.” “I’ “I’ gld I old hl.” Ed wg h doo o, gog go g h hll z z h ffld ffl d h k. Sh ook Pl’ Pl’ low d gdd h dow o h , kg o h . Th h d the woman a quick farewell and darted back into the house, where h hd h lk h hwl fo h hll d flg od h hold. Plkg o o h hd, h l h o fl fl h lod dow h fo wlk. Lod, o . Rg wold l. “Who h, ll ld. Wh’ h h?” Eden groaned. Sheriff Pratt’s Pratt’s office was around arou nd the corner on Main
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Street, and he had taken up the habit of watching for her from his wdow. Th ow o fod w h w h od h od ow. Ed fod . “I’m afraid I can’t can’t talk, Sheriff. I’m late for a meeting.” m eeting.” She offered olog wv h ld who lowg h . Sh had just about reached the churchyard when he lunged in front of her, fog h o hoo w hlg d olldg wh h o. Sh od fo h hl. “I h w o lk o o ohd?” H vo h k o hg. Ed ghd h hwl o ghl o h. “I’ o o ohd, Shff. I fd o ool h wk go.” “Ad l d h h o, I fogv o.” Sh dd’ w o fogv. Sh wd o lf lo. Shff P P ld h ow of h fl h d dggd fo h hd dow o h gl v of h h, o o l, l, h ov h ll h. “I’m “I’ m just letting you know the offer’s offer’s still on the t he table. In case you dd o od.” H ld h d wkd, h g d vod of ffo. Th gh w o h h,, Eden doubted his reasons had anything to do with tender feelings. H ol fgd g hlf o S wold good fo h . H w fo lo, f ll. “Thk o, Shff, —” “Cod, dl’. Cll Cod.” Eden stiffened. “Sheriff Pratt . . .” She emphasized the formal address. “I appreciate your kind consideration, but my answer remains hgd. Now, f o’ll ?” H l ghd, l h gl h wo o. H dd h h wg oo h d d. “I’ll wh o good vg, h, M S.” “Thank you. And a good evening to you.” Eden nodded and moved past. Her conscience pricked a little over having been short 2
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wh h, f f h dg dg h’d h’d ffd fv fv go, h w o h o o hlf o oh . Ell o o o who wo g. Vol ol ol go o vol, vol , d h old old ’ g lgg hlf wh who hd lood o h hd— v f h ood o h gh d of h lw. lw. Hvg hd h og, Ed h d ll hogh of h hff d d h hd o kok. E Cfod wd wfl. “Th hv h v’’ gd hg hg , hv h?” h ?” Ed kd h zd h h’ wf, fod oll o kg h w o h fo oo, wh h w oggg. Sof lgh hod hd h. “A o lg o o h l, Ed?” Th Th w o g h hdg h qo. Nvhl, dd lowg Ed’ d gg h o od d f h gld ho. “I’ o, E. I dd’ v g o, dd I?” “Never mind,” she said as she shooed Eden toward the parlor. “We’ “W e’ve ve been friends too long for me to be offended offen ded by such silly details. details . I kow o o g o w wh o’ o o.” Sh ld in the forgiving way of hers that relieved Eden’ Eden’s conscience even while w hile d h ll o v o h fo. “Go o. G h fo M. M. D ll h o gg who o.” Ed oddd h hk d k owd h lo. Male voices grew louder as she approached, Mr Mr.. Draper’s Draper’s being the t he o d. “. . . o llg wh M S S wll g od o kg . . Yo Yo kow how wo . If Clv Clv S gv h ovl, h’ ll I q.” “I’ h’ll log ho—” “Well, I’ I’m m here now. now. But I won’t won’t be for long. I have ha ve a town council cou ncil g o d. Ad f M. G w o l h h, h’ll g h ow.” ow.” Storm the castle, indeed . Bristling, Eden set her shoulders for battle ba ttle 3
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and swept into int o the room. “If Mr. Grant wants to lease the th e smithy, smithy, he’ll hv o g ovl o h wll gl.” The banker turned hostile eyes on her and opened his mouth, o lkl o fo h h h w lgl wh o who h ovl, Dvd Cfod gd o foll h g jg o h f d hg o h d. “M S! So good o o.” o.” H wl ood hlf h lf w h d h k. “M I od o o h who l ld o o w lkh?” A Dvd hd h o owd h of, o o h f. Slowl Slowl . Wll, Wll, w’ w’ o h h h h ov ov w low low,, h h w g dl of h o fold fo wh h . At some level, her mind registered the preacher’s preacher’s voice as he made the formal introduction, but the rest of her attention remained riveted on the giant in Emma’s parlor. If the mythical Hercules had been d l o, h wold l dd. Sh’d v h od hold. H gz ovd fo h hold o h f. Sq jw. F l. Sgh o, g h o h dg, wh lookd like it’d it’d been broken. Everything about him was hard—except ha rd—except his eyes. Vulnerability shone in their gray depths. Or at least she thought it did. H hfd h gd o h floo o f, h old’ . David cleared his throat, and Eden blinked, realizing she was d o k. “Pl o o, M. . . . h . . . M. G.” “Ma’am.” He nodded to her, his gaze barely brushing her chin fo fllg g o h floo. Good hv. How w h od o od vw wh who z w o lg h old l g oh gg?
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Levi forced his gaze away from the auburn-haired beauty standing d Dvd Cfod. This w M. S’ v? H’d d o f lk M. D—ofol, l, d o h oo, wo who lookd lk h logd o h ’ dwg oo? H’d lk o g hdfl of wod ogh d h . I wold’ wold’ o d f f h w old old ,, o hd-f hd-fd d o othing. Even having her look down d own her nose at him would help. But, no. Sh hd o og, d h g dow h g d wh h flow ffl ffl. . Yh, Yh, h’d h’d od. o d. Nod h w h wdd wh h go look h, oo. Whd h old ll f w f o o h od h o. o. “Come. Have a seat, Eden.” David Cranford ushered her to a h h ow d wvd Lv d D k o h. “W gh wll g h do whl vo h.” Th k gld ohg o fg wo,
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Lv god h g h ook h o h of. D might not think too highly of the female, but Calvin Spencer obviously dd, d Lv hd o o of lg h ’ v, o h gd. “Miss Spencer runs the library librar y down the street,” Cranford explained explai ned to Levi as the lady removed her shawl and bonnet, draping them across the arm of her chair. “And since Mr. Spencer resides in Austin, she lo v h fh’ v o ow .” Draper heaved an audible sigh. sigh . “Let’s “Let’s forgo the explanations, explanat ions, shall we? All Mr. Grant needs to know is that Calvin Spencer owns the lkh ho h wh o l, d h, fo o fhol o, o fodg fh wh h dgh o gv h ovl fo h gd.” Th k dd h h owd h og wo, h vo brittle. “If you’d be so kind as to get this interview underway, Miss S? So of hv l o .” Lv dg h fg o h k, dgd h ’ d. H wd o gl h o , d, h d owd M S d d o ologz olog z wh h . “I’d “I’d gld o”—Answer your questions? —“ll —“ll o whv o d o kow, ’.” “Thk o, M. G.” Sh offd h ll l, d h returned the gesture, relief uncoiling the knots in his belly belly.. “And “And please, ll M S. Ma’am k fl d.” Her smile widened, and Levi tried to match it while the knots d hlv hlv h oh d ld o h ho. “Yo’ f fo d,” h d h. Her eyelashes fluttered as her gaze dipped to her lap, and Levi hld, gfl o hv d hlf fo h g, v though he knew he was doomed to offend her in the future. Her hd o S’ , h’d h wo h g kl f h d o oo . Ad f ma’am go h dd , oo? Wll, h w k. 6
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“So tell me about a bout your yo ur work experience ex perience,, Mr. Grant.” Grant.” Miss Spencer’s Spencer’s lashes lifted, and her eyes glowed with purpose. “I’ “I’m m sure Mr. Cranford h d o ow’ d fo lkh, l o that I’d rather prolong our search than employ a smith who offers hodd fh.” Rgdl of h oo of h h oo, h ld ook Rgdl her responsibilities seriously. Levi checked his posture, rolling his shoulders back slightly to make sure he was straight, then met her gz hd o. T o g dow o . Deliberating over each phrase, he pieced together a halting answer. answer. “My father . . . taught my brother and me the trade. I’ve manned a forge . . . from the time . . . well, from the time I could hold a h.” “Ad wh o fo?” He couldn’t say Huntsville. One, because he really couldn’t say it. And two, because everyone knew of the state prison there. Such a response would provoke too many questions. However, he’d not dhoo h w o o Ch lg, h. h. “I . . . gw Cldwll. Cldwll.”” “Th’ oh of h, “Th’ h , ’ ’ ?” ? ” Lv oddd. “Y. N H.” H d w fo h fo o, hog o off h l of qog h w gowg increasinglyy uncomfortable. increasingl uncomfort able. The unspoken code of the West West was to let ’ lo. H dd’ kow f h hld lo vw, h’ h’d d do h dd-lvl o vok f ol. Miss Spencer shifted in her chair, as if sensing his unease, but d of g h h wold fo wo dmined to prove her mettle, she hesitated. hesitated . For For a time-stretching moment, momen t, h d o h f f hg fo oof of h h, h, h lkd d d h ovo dff do. “Yo od wokg wh o fh. Hv o v od o ow ho?” “No, ma’am.” ma’am.” As soon soo n as the ma’am left his tongue, Levi slammed
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h l lod, w oo l. M S’ ow whd, d Lv dod h gz lk hoolo g o vod h’ h’ oldg. “Mr.. Grant comes highly “Mr high ly recommended,” recommended,” the preacher interjected ffo o ooh hg ov. “Yo fh fod h f q f fo o..” “I’ “I’ w of h. h .”” M S’ S ’ ow hd hd v fh, l h h w lookg oo l. “Y “Y ll o me to ascertain as certain the smith’s smith’s suitability suitab ility.. So, Mr. Grant . . .” Her attention attenti on fd o Lv o g. “Do o hv w doo vohg fo h ql of o wokh?” Lv fod hlf o h who olog. “No.” He hadn’t actually plied his trade in close to six years. But his time as a bare-knuckle fighter combined with the eighteen months spent breaking rock at the Granite Mountain labor camp had kept h f. H dd’ do fo o h h old wg ldg wll h v hd. M . Sg how h od h ll wanted h jo. “Gv oh,” Lv gd, glg h k d h h fog o h wo o fo h. “If o fd wok . . . dq . . . o k k o off.” off.” Eden held the man’s gaze. His offer was fair. More than fair, ll—g how h old hv lvgd h kll g h obvious need in order to take advantage of the situation. But he hd’. No, h’d wd h qo fohghl, d d h wh . Th Th w o h, oo, h d h want to trust him. Not that she was foolish enough to trust a man h’d j , h’d wl gv h l wh h dd o — w o f hg d d. “C w w h o h l, M. D?” Th k owld h. “Wold dog o g o of h h ff ?” H dll lld h wh fo
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h v ok, hkd h , d lkd h fo g h k o h. Ed k h o h hvl o h og. Id she favored him with a tight smile. “Having such a stipulation st ipulation in place would assuage assu age my concerns concerning concer ning Mr. Grant’ Grant’ss lack of references. Sl,, wold ol k Sl k o dd h d d o h l .” Sh d o Dvd Cfod. “Do o hv d k, M. Cfod?” “Of course.” The preacher pushed to his feet and crossed to h dk h ood h o. Wh d gh, h k followd. Ed fddld wh h o g h dd ov h of h h d o h l. Ev hogh h d M. G w o alone in the room, it suddenly felt as though they were. She glanced in h do, d h gz olldd wh h. Th oh ld, h quickly looked elsewhere. Well, Mr. Grant looked elsewhere. Eden old’ o fd oh oj h oo o whh o fo. B w’ f h wanted o look h. Th w g o. Wh l w h od o look? H l od d of w. Ed’ o fld ov h h ld fowd d ld h fo f o o h k. Th f of h lv d oo g o o o h l wh hd ov h . Th hv of owok wold o hdh fo h . I w fo h h ll hd’ dvlod o h h hq. Th g, h w’ vwg fo oo hool, o what did it matter? Except that it did matter—to her—a bit more h hold. A vague feeling of disappointment had circulated through her when she first heard him speak. Why his halting verbiage should bother h, h hd o d. I w’ f h hd ol h o h . Eden sat up straighter stra ighter in her chair, uncrossing her ankles and then 9
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crossing them again in the opposite opp osite direction. She forced her eyes away from the blacksmith, glancing behind him to where wh ere Mr. Mr. Draper stood hunched over the desk, penning an addendum into the lease contract. Ufol, M. G ho h o o gh h ow o, h o of h hd ovg o lok good oo of h k’ k d hlf of h h’ fo h vw. Ed h d of h l. l . For heaven’s sake. She was tempted to think he had somehow dd h o o go h d k o o v . B, o. Th w j l. H lfd hd d hd spot behind his ear as he turned toward the window. window. When he finished, ll f of h k o, ohow kg h gg seem almost boyish. b oyish. Eden’ Eden’s lips curved cur ved slightly before she s he pressed them k dow o dff l. H hk, dk ow h w od o ho wv. Sh wold’ ll h l; h do odd h oo f fo ggd M. G. However,, the strands looked as though However tho ugh they would easily wind around o’ fg . . . hold . . . h . . . o’ fg hv o h h. Th h gld k h o, d Ed dod h gz o h l—wh h gh d fg hd l wod itself up in her bonnet ribbon while she’d been contemplating the ’ h. Sh dl d h qo dg d gv f gl. Sh w’ h k fo , d v f h w, h’d v d o o who lkd w d llg. I w o that she didn’t respect a man who worked with his hands. Skilled tradesmen were crucial cr ucial to a town town’’s economy econom y. Nonetheless, she couldn co uldn’’t g dg h lf wh oo who w l o ov with her about a bout Dickens or argue the merits m erits of Twain. Twain. Love of literature liter ature ld oo lg of h o o h. “I’ d, “I’ d, M. G.” G.” Th k ld h h ho, ho , ffvl ff vl 20
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cutting off Eden Eden’’s wayward thoughts. t houghts. “Come, read over the lease agree. M. Cfod v w.” Th h o d od o h g owd h dk. Ed jumped up and followed, an insistent inner voice demanding that h llowd o d h ddd fo h gd . Sh clamped her teeth closed against it, though. Mr. Mr. Draper already thought her enough of a harpy without her questioning his honor. Besides, Dvd Cfod hd ovd h k’ d, d h d h ’ ’ g g .. Mr. Grant nodded to the men as he accepted the contract. He wfl vwd h g, f h lgl jgo d o dffl fo h, whh d d Ed o ow. ow. Th dd’ dd’ f h g g of him. Then again, the man was eager to obtain employment. He w ol j g o how—dg how—dg o d od o k good o fo gg h . O M. G d h gd h , No D ffd h l o h ofolo d hld o h hd o h lkh. “Wlo o S.” M. G ld d gd h ’ hd. “Thk o. . . .” There he went again. He opened his mouth to say more, then dd’. “One of our council members, member s, Luther Colby, Colby, owns the local hotel and has offered to put you up tonight free of charge.” Mr. Draper olld h h d kd o h ook of h . “Shold o require additional time to search for more permanent accommodao, ll q hg wll o ol.” Th lkh oddd. “Claude Barnes Barnes down at the livery has been filling in as temporary f, o h how o od h ho.” “I’ll . . . o ooow og.” A h hook hd d hd h oh o h k, Ed d d fhd h hwl d o. Sh dd o 2
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gog, oo. V wold hv oo f h howd l fo d—wh wh h Ld Ad g ogh. She slid the shawl around her upper arms and wandered back owd h kh o h fwll o E. B fo h lf h lo, h fl gl ov h hold—d fod h lkh whg h. “Hv good vg, v g, ’.” ’.” Th d vo vo vd hogh h ogh h lk h low of o llo. Th ol dod hg o w h h ll lld h ma’am. Ph h hd fogo h q. H’d H’d fod o g g lo, lo , f ll, o ol oo. A ll d gh od. od. “Congratulations on your appointment, Mr. Grant,” she said. “Ad l, do ll M S.” A g look d ov h f, lo f h w lg g fo. Wh o h wold h fd wh her ? Hd’ h j whd h wll? Sh d h o o o ow h h h h waited for him to answer, her hackles rising as each silent second kd . Fll, h gd o o “Thk o” od one of those generic nods he seemed so fond of. Either Mr. Grant hd o o of l l lokg lok g wh o , , o h dd’ dd’ d h woh g. Eden turned and made her escape, telling herself in no uncer h h h h h w oh of dgo, ohg o.
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Eden made every effort to banish Mr. Grant from her mind as she
welcomed the members of Spencer’s Spencer’s Ladies Aid Society into her home fo h wkl g l h vg. Howv, Howv, h w lkh d o ll o old lk o. “My Chester told me everything over supper,” Hattie Fowler fod h ld who ld od h h h vd. The woman hadn’t even removed her cloak. Yet she didn’t seem to
mind. She just flapped her wings and a nd gathered her chicks closer. Hattie lovd ohg o h g h vo of ol foo. “Norman Draper reported all the pertinent details to the council, d Ch Ch od h o . Th ’ ’ Lv L v G, d d h d o wok h fh’ h dow Cldwll.” Idl, g of M. G Idl G o h h o o , d o h og o h w o d, h. No, hg h first name summoned the picture of him with his boyishly mussed
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hair made all the more charming when contrasted against his very h l. The moment Eden felt her mouth begin to tip upward at the o, h hook off h ollo d d fowd o oh H’ . “L k o w, M. Fowl.” “Thank you, dear.” Hattie managed to hand over her brocade lok d hg l who fofg o. A h ld o, wg qo d odg oo, Ed slipped into the smaller private parlor across the hall and gently deposd h o h wh h oh o d h. When she returned, she attempted to skirt the group of ladies standg h of h dg oo o h h old ol d hk o V V h kh, Mlod Coo lld o d od h. “There you are, Eden. Come here. Come here. here.”” Her hand rotated ll, f l h wvd Ed lo. “Yo ll .” “Tll “T ll o wh?” Ed kd kd h ohd, ohd , og h ho l wh od of . “Wh h w h look lk. H old o w h.” “Y, “Y , Ed. Ed . Tll Tll . .” H d h—o kdl kdl, fashion that left Eden with the impression that the woman wished her o h d do wh o h old o holdg o. “Well, there’s not much to tell, really. He’s tall and looks to be fl og. I g h’ll do f jo.” Sh g o dg w. “B h hdo?” “Do h w d?” “How old wold o h ?” “Wh olo h h?” The barrage of questions peppered her like tiny bullets. The firing qd lod lo d o h, h g f wg wg Ed’ Ed’ vo o h h. Sh hold hv d h lo wh h lok. God proved merciful, though, and sent rescue in the form of E Cfod. Th ’ wf hd j d of w 24
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cider from the sideboard and started making her way back to the of h oo wh Ed od h. “Oh look. Th’ E.” Ed dd h o wh ol wg of gl fo jg h fd o h od of pecking. “Mr. “Mr. Grant was in her home all afternoon. I’m sure she could d h h I.” The instant heads swiveled in Emma’s direction, Eden hied off o h kh. “I got the fritters nearly done, done,”” Verna Verna informed her without looking up. Her housekeeper cranked a sifter over a pan of fried apple dogh, owg g o h oolg . “Tk o . Evo ll llg od d lkg.” “Hh. Th’ll lk lk ’ o how h ow h ’ ’ o food foo d o o f w do’ g h fhd.” Ed wold’ d h ovol hf, V ook pride in her service, and Eden couldn’ couldn’t sacrifice that for the sake of her mental comfort. So she took up a clean silver tray and began arranging h gd ol o . V gv h f f fl hk d d d o ofg o fg h ow . “If I hd’ hd o w d o o, h hg wold d ow.” “I kow.” Ed qzd o o f o h of h tray and wiped her sugary fingers on the towel draped over Verna’s hold.. “No o wll d. O h g of h good, hold they won’t won’t care when they were set out. ou t. All they’ll be able to talk tal k about how wodfl h .” “Ah. G o wh .” Ed ook h V hood h o of h kh. Verna and Harvey Sims had moved with her from Austin to S fv go. Tho f fw oh w fo h oh d fh hd l do h , h S k h fo g hlf ov h v h dov h fo h ho. Th d h lk dgh—dg wd dv, fg 25
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in her affairs, taking tak ing her to task when they thought she needed it—and h dod h fo . In fact, it was Verna Verna who had inspired the idea of opening a lending libraryy. She’d librar She’d been dusting the t he shelves and an d grumbling grumbli ng about how Eden hd o ook h o o ogh o hv. Y Y hd h complaint, Eden recognized an unspoken challenge. Conviction seized h h o, d wh g w of o—o share her love of literature and learning with others in the community community,, ll h hld. As she mingled with her guests in the reading room, offering fritters from the tray she carried, Eden eyed the bookshelves that ld h of h fo wll, h h d l gll ld hogho h of h oo d h wdow, h o where she read to the children on Friday afternoons. Peace Peace settled into h h, hg w h l . Y, h w wh h Lod had called her to do. The path that led her here might not have been of h hoog, h od, God hd wokd o fo good. “Ladies, if you would take your seats, please. It’s time to begin the meeting.” Emma Cranford stood behind Eden’s library desk at h fo of h oo d lld h g o od. “A hd of h Chl Ad Co, I wold lk o o know that we have prayerfully considered all the members’ suggestions for organizations we might support this year with monies collected dg o l fd dv.” Eden quietly placed her tray on the sideboard, a tickle of anticipation fluttering in her belly belly.. Last year they had raised over two hundred dollars and stitched nearly thirty t hirty quilts for the Seeds of Hope Foundling Ho d Ohg A, wh h d o vol. Th ld gll ld dff oj h , h church that ran the home had been so appreciative that the com llowd h o fo odo h . Af ll, who old ol o dvg of d h ohd hld? 26
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“W’v “W’ v ddd o fd o o h h l l o d ol fod.” Yes . . . Ed ld fowd, g h l o h o of h dod. “Th w wll flg Bl dv fo h d of h Hvll o.” Ed’ w l, d h dd lo of o hw h off l. H k d h l, lg h d h d . A fw ld d h k of h oo d oo look h w. w. Ed ld d hld hd of olog h ghd h o. “Now, I lz h ho gh odd o o of o . . .” Odd? Make that completely nonsensical. Ed h d of h cheek. How could the committee possibly favor helping criminals ov hld? “. . . o o d o h ol. I hv oll been in contact with the chaplain who serves ser ves in the Huntsville prison, and he has supplied me with several moving stories of conversions that hv k l dg h h. Howv, h od that without a physical representation of the gospel to cling to and immerse themselves in after they are released, these new believers wll fll k o h old w. W, W, ld, oo o h d.” E ok wh o d zl, f h of lg o h hd’ o hd d h wh h oo kll. Ad h w dg wg ov h owd. Rlgo fvo fl kld h . “Now, I’ o of o hv qo, o I’ll o fo do.” A d hd hd o hlf- h ddl of h oo. “Y, Bh?” The young woman stood. “Will we have to visit the prison or o o o wh of h . . . ovd o?” 2
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Emma smiled and shook her head. “No. After the Bibles are odd d hd, hd wll dlv h o h hl. O ol d o oll o fo gho d fd h S, j w hv do h .” Bh oddd d ook h . A oh d qo, Ed’ dgo l. Evgl was all well and good, but it seemed rather pointless to sow all of o’ d ok ol d hg o k oo. Th w ov, who wllgl ho lf of . Vol —Ed wllowd h gowg l h ho— lk h go of h o h hd l klld h fh wh h w wlv. J hkg o h wfl d d Ed’ o l dow lk lw wh h ho. Wold’ old’ w o ow d d, dvlod dvlo d god? Sol oo og o hv od dfl ho d o h? Ulk ho who hd ld d h k o godl o d wold lkl do o g. Ed’ hd ho h . E ogzd h wh od of h hd. “I think the idea of raising money for prison Bibles is a lovely d, I f gh ll l.” l.” “How do o ?” Eden weighed her words. Emma was a godly, godly, kindhearted woman. woma n. Ad h fd. Sh hd o wh o l h w, w, h hd o gv vo o h o. “I h oo that led the committee to make this selection, but I wonder if it is h wdh of h o w oll. Mo of h uneducated and illiterate. What good will a Bible do them if they can’t read the truth it contains? And let’s not forget that these men ld d h k o ol d gho o, f o dl, wh h ho o o lwfl .” Ladies bent their heads together, and low murmurs broke out o h oo. 2
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“M S k vld o,” E odd. “I f, those are some of the very issues we struggled with in making this choice. Jonathan Willis, the chaplain at the Huntsville prison, has assured me that he will only distribute copies of Scripture to men who hv dd h Bl d d woh v. B v f of v who v Bl v o , ’ woh o o fo h o ol who do? J hlf d h h o jo hv ov o who o o h fo h -d- j o who d o .” .” Th f h hd d d Ed g o . “Wee are called to be sowers, ladies. It is not our business to decide “W whh ol o lkl o gv , fo h Lod l of hlf o dd h wdo. W o d. God wll gv h . Ad I lv h wll gv g , dd, f w jo h h dvo.” Her voice rose on a crescendo, and applause erupted. Without much enthusiasm, Eden joined the ovation, clapping her fingertips limply against her palm. Her heart still sided with the children at Sd of Ho, h old o log g good fh h h Huntsville cause had no merit. Her spirit had perceived too much h E’ E’ df. df . So she would do her duty duty.. She would solicit funds f unds for prison Bibles d v o h l ol o h ffo. Sh’d o ll jo , h’d do . Then another thought hit her, this one causing a whole differ of d o Ed’ . H gd h o oh fo doo wold h , ho wh o h w d of M S. Th ddl/oo k, h lv ow, ow, d . . . h lkh.
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