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from the kitchen. Then the singing started.
    She didn’t regret her decision not to join the youth activities. The evening wouldn’t end until almost midnight, and tomorrow there would be plenty of cleaning chores.
    Still, since the singing frolic was at her house, it made it impossible to avoid the activity without looking like she was sulking. She should’ve followed her original plan and hidden in the barn.
    Nathaniel extended his wings and drew closer to Rachel. “Child, the Father loves you. Do not be dismayed. He has a plan, a good plan for you. Do not lose heart.”
    Rachel touched the strings of her prayer kapp . Earlier, when the buggy bounced off the road and she came off her seat, she was certain something stopped her from flying out. She closed her eyes. “ Denki , God, for your protection.”
    â€œGod cares a great deal about you. That’s why He sent me to protect you,” Nathaniel whispered.

    Jordan fed the leather harness strap through the buckle. He’d stayed at the Hartzlers’ longer than he wanted, but at least he got out of accompanying Rachel to the singing.
    â€œWhat happened?” Timothy ambled toward Jordan’s buggy. “I thought you said you would stay for the singing.”
    â€œRachel refused.” Jordan shrugged. “She might still be upset about the buggy accident.”
    Timothy rocked back on his heels. “Probably racing again.”
    Jordan laughed. “She won.”
    â€œYou take losing better than most.” Timothy wagged his head. “Micah should’ve never given her that horse.”
    Although Jordan agreed, he held his comment. The girl had been reckless. During the time he spent working with harness racehorses, he witnessed plenty of accidents. Today’s incident should’ve shaken her to the core. He wasn’t so sure it had. She certainly defended her driving and denied the hazardous road conditions. Rachel’s only concern was that her father would find out, not that she gambled losing her life.
    â€œGambling will destroy everything you love,” his mother had said over and over until he grew sick of hearing it. Now he wished he could say it as a warning to this girl. But he hadn’t earned the right. What worried him was that with the competitive streak he saw in her, he knew she would race again.
    â€œHere comes Micah,” Jordan said in a low voice. “Don’t say anything about Rachel racing.”
    Timothy chuckled. “Getting beaten by a girl is bothering you nau , ain’t so?”
    â€œSomething like that.” Jordan unhitched Blaze from the post and swung himself onto the buggy seat.
    â€œI should find my fraa and head home,” Timothy said.
    Micah waved to Timothy but stopped at Jordan’s buggy. “ Denki for helping me with mei daughter’s buggy.”
    â€œGlad to help.” Jordan gathered the reins, eager to get going.
    â€œI’m planning to clear an additional field for planting. Your onkel Isaac mentioned you’re looking for work.”
    â€œI will be.” His uncle lived on the opposite side of the district, a two-hour drive by buggy, but Jordan needed the work. “I’ll be done with my current job in a couple days. After that I would like to come.”

Chapter Three

    R achel overslept. She crawled out of bed and slipped into a dress, her eyes still closed. Her internal clock never failed to wake her before the rooster’s alarm, but this morning the rooster was crowing again as she fastened the straight pins on her dress. Yawning, she adjusted her prayer kapp , shoved her stocking feet into a pair of stiff work shoes, and then took her wool cape off its hook on the way out the door.
    A horse, not of her father’s stock, whinnied near the barn. Although it wasn’t uncommon to find a new horse in the corral, this particular sorrel didn’t pace the fence as did most young colts in need of training. He