Rebekah's
Quilt
by
Sara Harris
Genre:
Historical Amish Romance
Who can Rebekah trust
when the line between English and Amish becomes blurred?
An Amish Settlement. An
English stranger. The Blizzard of 1888.
Rebekah's
mother, Elnora Stoll, is the finest quilter in all of Gasthof Village
but it seems Rebekah has inherited none of her skill. A
sweet and gentle love blossoms between Rebekah Stoll and her
childhood friend Joseph Graber, despite attempts by her saucy
nemesis, Katie Knepp, to sway the young man's affections her way.
When Joseph hints at the promise of forever, Rebekah is positive she
should say yes to his proposal - until a mysterious English stranger
shows up at her homestead and sets everything she thought she knew
about her world on end.
Excerpt 1
“Jeremiah!
The barn’s on fire!” she yelled to nowhere, taking the stairs two and three at
a time.
Her brother’s footsteps fell
in behind her. “Let’s go!”
The pair hit the door at the
same time, flinging it wide open. It cracked against the strain of its hinges.
Not bothering to turn around and close it, they raced for the barn. Rebekah
hadn’t grabbed a covering and her wet hair streamed out behind her like yellow
ribbons from a maypole. It slapped her in the face when the wind whipped from a
different direction.
Grinding to a halt at the
water pump, Rebekah grabbed Jeremiah by his shoulders.
“You
help Pa! I’m going in for the animals!”
Jeremiah ferociously began
pumping for Samuel who, before that moment hadn’t even noticed that his two
eldest children had joined him.
“Blitzschlag!” Samuel yelled in German. “Lightning
struck the barn!”
The inside of their cozy barn
was ablaze. Piles of the sweet-smelling hay, where Rebekah had hidden from her
brothers on lazy fall afternoons, were engulfed by the roaring, ravenous
flames. The yoke her father had hewn by hand as a boy was charred, hanging on a
blackened beam. A rafter collapsed, shocking her back to her senses.
Cream and Butter were tied up
in their stalls, pulling and rearing at the ropes that had become their enemy.
Tiny Buttermilk bleated and mooed helplessly from behind her mother.
Rebekah yanked free the knots
that held Cream and Butter at bay. The eyes of her normally-docile cows were
wild and terrifying, but Rebekah grasped the lead ropes in her hands anyway and
turned to lead them out.
She looked back at the tiny
calf, frozen in fear. Their eyes met. “I’ll be back for you,” Rebekah swore.
Turning, she sang the
flapjack ingredients song loudly, so as to be heard over the roaring flame, in
a futile attempt to keep both her and the frightened cattle calm.
Another flaming beam snapped
and fell behind them, spooking Butter. The milk cow bellowed and reared,
dancing on her hind legs before jerking free from Rebekah and tearing off into
the heart of the storm.
Rebekah stumbled and fell
with the force of Butter’s yank, sending her sprawling in the mud. Pushing
herself up, she managed to miss being trampled by Cream’s frightened hooves
that stomped around her.
“Cream!”
she yelled, her voice deep and foreign in her own ears, “Come on!” Ever obedient, Cream, though
skittish, walked on to the house with Rebekah.
Tying the nervous cow to the
front door, a strong pair of hands fell upon Rebekah’s shoulders, turning her
around.
“It’s
over,” her Pa yelled, pulling her to his chest in a tight hug. “It’s over,
girl. It’s over.” It sounded as though he were trying to convince himself of
that fact more than convince her. Over his shoulder, she saw that the fierce
fire had overtaken the barn. Angry flames licked skyward from the loft.
Stiffening, a scream tore
from her lips. “Buttermilk!”
“The
baby’s gone,” her father yelled.
“No!”
Struggling against his iron grasp was futile, but after a moment she managed to
wean her way from under his elbow.
“Rebekah,
stop!” Samuel bellowed. “Stillgestanden!”
Ignoring him, Rebekah dodged
Jeremiah’s clutches easily, her eyes and heart already set on the glowing barn.
“Buttermilk,
I’m coming,” she screamed again. Her father rasped behind her. Thankfully, he
was all tired out from fighting the fire. She sped ahead, leaving him wheezing
in the mud outside the barn.
“Rebekah,
don’t baby, please.” His weak words sounded as far away as Germany as she raced
into the barn.
Sara
is a mother of four, animal lover and advocate, and conservationist.
Little House on the Prairie, Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, and Lonesome
Dove are among her favorite shows/movies and books. Sara holds her
B.A. in History and is the author of the historical romance series,
An Everlasting Heart, from 5 Prince Publishing and recently debuted
into the children's book realm with Chunky Sugars (5 Prince Kids),
written for her own chunky baby.
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