The Mystery of the Missing Orchids Sample

Triplet detectives with a love for plants and thrilling adventures – welcome to The Garden Girls Mystery Series.

Dear Diary: I couldn’t believe my good luck when Mom told me she’d been asked to solve a mystery, and the rest of the family could tag along, too. Pink lady slippers have been disappearing from the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and it looks like a thief is to blame! Spring break is about to get a lot more exciting!

Join Claire and her family as they try to solve The Mystery of the Missing Orchids in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and encounter more than a few surprises!

This book is written from Claire’s perspective.

About the Garden Girls Series:

Claire, Faith, and Hannah Stone are 12-year-old triplets who live with their family at a native plant nursery in the Appalachian mountains. Join them as they solve mysteries and go on adventures in The Garden Girls series.

This series is filled with surprises, excitement, and an unbreakable family bond.

Garden Girls Mysteries are written for children approximately 8-12 years of age.

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Chapter One

“Whoa, it’s warm outside. I can’t believe it’s so hot in April.” I held back a grunt as I tilted a wheelbarrow full of compost into a flower bed at my family’s native plant nursery. Sweat trickled down my cheek as I reached up to swipe it from my brow. Yuck. I hope Theo doesn’t see me. My eyes scanned the property as Faith used a shovel to spread the manure into the existing soil.

“It’s a good thing we have Nellie. Otherwise, Mom and Dad would have to buy a lot more compost at the store.”

I wrinkled my nose as soon as Faith started to talk about her favorite pet goat. I didn’t understand why she liked her so much, and decided to tell her so.

“Nellie is smelly, and so is this manure. Plus, I don’t get why we have to do so much work during spring break.”

“Work is good for all of us, Claire. I wish you had a better attitude about it.” I wince as my mom scooted closer to us with another wheelbarrow full of aged manure.

“Sorry, Mom.”

“It’s alright. Now then, the quicker we finish up here, the sooner we can take a break by the pond. How does that sound?” Mom pushed a stray wisp of dirty blonde hair that had escaped from her ponytail behind her ear.

“That sounds great!” Hannah chimed in, pulling up the rear. 

Sighing, I nodded my head. A dip in the pond with my sisters did sound nice.

Since I’m one of three triplets, I’m rarely alone. But usually, I don’t mind. Especially when we’re doing something fun like taking a swim.

“So, how’s spring break going for everyone?”

“It’s only the first day off, so I don’t really know. At the moment, it stinks.”

Mom wrinkled her brow and put her hand on her hip. “Now Claire, I have plenty of fun planned for us later in the week, but today we really need to work at the nursery. It’s not so bad, is it?”

I laughed while elbowing Faith in the side. “No…I mean, it literally stinks. I don’t think any of us like to shovel compost, Mom.”

Mom smirked while wiping her hands down her dirty apron. “Alright, alright. You’ve got me there. But is this compost really that bad? The smell has toned down a lot since last fall.”

Maybe so, but I still know where it came from. I shuddered just a little while I began to push the wheelbarrow away. “I guess I’ll be okay. After we finish up here, what do we need to do next?

I live with my parents and sisters on a small farm and native plant nursery in the North Georgia mountains. It’s usually a great place to be, especially for a twelve-year-old girl. When we aren’t in school, there’s all kinds of fun things to do, like swim, ride bikes, and explore. Oh, and write. We can’t forget writing. Spending time in nature with my journal is my favorite thing to do in the world.

I’m officially the oldest triplet, and sometimes my sisters say I’m bossy. But I firmly disagree. I just have lots of good ideas that need to be mentioned!

My parents found this farm eight years ago, and they snatched it up as soon as it came on the market. Opening up a native plant nursery was always a dream of theirs, and this little piece of land was just perfect for us. My sisters and I love to take care of plants, too. So after we renovated the old white farmhouse, barn, and greenhouse, we moved in and opened Stone Native Plant Nursery to the public. I really love it here, although shoveling dirt isn’t my favorite chore.

“When we’re done spreading compost, we need to water the seedlings in the main greenhouse. After that, you’re through for the day.”

I felt hope rise up in my chest. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course. The Stone sisters have worked hard this morning. And I think the pond is calling your name.”

A whoosh of relief seeped out of my lungs. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Hey Eliza, you’ve got a phone call. You left your cell in the greenhouse. I didn’t answer it, but I noticed the number was from a National Park. It could be important.”

Ivy Carlyle scooted towards the four of us, her bright green eyes looking concerned. Ivy was the greenhouse specialist at the Stone Native Plant Nursery, and she was always fun to be around. Her name was perfect for a botanist, too. Ivy’s son Theo came to work with her this week, since he was on spring break like we were. I felt a blush rush up my cheeks just thinking about it.

“Thanks for letting me know, Ivy.” Mom wiped her hands down her apron before plucking the phone from Ivy’s hand. “The Great Smoky Mountains National Park was calling. How strange.”

Mom padded towards the office, which was currently surrounded by a sea of violets. “Girls, I’m going to step away to return this call. Will you please continue to spread compost while I’m gone?”

“Sure, thing.” Hannah twirled her ponytail while grinning. “I want to go swimming as soon as possible.”

I wanted to get to the pond too, but my thoughts had moved past that and were settled on Mom’s phone call. Why would the National Parks Service call her?

After what seemed like an eternity, Mom returned. A frown worried her bottom lip, and her blue eyes had lost their sparkle.

Curiosity almost got the best of me. “What was the call about, Mom? I can hardly bear the suspense!”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Claire.” Mom patted my shoulder when she reached the group. “An old friend called. His name is Carter Brown. We went to the same college when I was working on my ecology degree.”

I sighed, wishing Mom would just cut to the chase. “And…”

“It seems like there’s a mystery that needs to be solved in the Smoky Mountains. And he called to see if Tom and I could help.”

A shiver ran up my spine. A mystery. I just knew it! It looked like something really exciting might happen over spring break, after all.

“What does he need your help with?”

Mom took a seat on a landscape timber, and Faith did the same while pushing her blonde braids behind her shoulders. Everyone’s cheeks had grown pink in the warm spring sun.

“Well, it’s illegal to pick or dig up flowers from National Parks. Did you girls know that?”

“Nope. That’s new to me,” Faith piped up.

I shook my head while crossing my arms over my dirty t-shirt. I didn’t know that, either.

“Well, it is. And it appears like someone…or a group of people, have been poaching Pink Lady Slippers from the park. They are rare orchids that grow in North America.”

“Poaching? I thought that’s when people killed animals illegally.”

“Well, the term can apply to plants, too. Pink Lady Slippers are endangered in Tennessee, and they are being dug up in the cover of night. Each day, more and more have disappeared. They only bloom for a week or two each year, and many tourists come to see them. The park service is getting very worried. Pink Lady Slippers are an important part of the ecosystem, and they need to be preserved.”

A chill raced down my spine, and I wanted to know more. “That’s terrible. Did Carter give you any more information?”

“Not really. He just knows that Dad and I are experts when it comes to native plants, and we like to help out when plants are in danger. I don’t know if I can help him solve the mystery, though.”

“What does he want you to do?”

“He asked us to camp out where the lady slippers are being stolen, to see if we can find any clues he’s missed. He’s taking care of his niece and nephew this week, and has been short on time. While we’re there, we can check the overall plant health in the area, too. He’s afraid the thief might be harming the environment in more ways than one. We’ll need to arrive tomorrow since our window is so short.”

“Yes!” I pumped my fist into the air in excitement. “Spring break is about to get much more interesting!”

Mom held up her hand like a stop sign, and my happiness began to fizzle. “Not so fast, Claire. I need you three girls to stay put and help Ivy with the nursery while we’re gone. I can ask Grandma to stay with you overnight. Doesn’t that sound like fun? It would be like a week-long sleepover.”

“Not as fun as solving a mystery in Tennessee.” I felt deflated. I knew I could really help with the investigation if Mom would give me a chance.

Mom’s face crinkled in concentration. “I really was looking forward to spending the week with all of you girls, too. But I don’t know of any other way this could work out.”

“I don’t need the girls to help me, Eliza. Theo is with me this week, and we can all work hard today to tie up any loose ends before you go.”

I straightened my shoulders and looked at my mom with pleading eyes.

“See? Ivy’s got it under control.”

“What do you say, Mom? I want to go, too.”

“Me, too!”

After all of us triplets had spoken, Mom looked at me pointedly. “We’d be camping, Claire. Tent camping. I know that’s not your favorite thing to do. How do you feel about that?”

Gulp. I didn’t think we’d be tent camping…but solving a mystery was worth it.

I giggled nervously. “Tent camping…sounds like fun. I’m your girl.”

Mom laughed loudly and then gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Well, I appreciate your good attitude, at least. That settles it. We’ll all go. I’ll talk to Dad as soon as we finish shoveling this compost.”

Thrilled, I give her a bear hug back. I can’t believe she’s letting us go!

“And I’ll let Theo know that he might be helping a little more than he thought this week. But I’m sure he’ll like the extra money.” Ivy walked away with Mom, leaving us girls to do the dirty work.

“Oh, a mystery. I can’t wait to see if we find who’s stealing the orchids.” Hannah blew a brown curl out of her eyes as she raked the compost into place. “But aren’t you disappointed, Claire? I knew you were excited to spend the week around Theo.”

I sighed as my sister elbowed me in the ribs. Theo was cute and all, but I’d rather spend the week solving a mystery with my family.

“No, I want to discover who’s taking the orchids. How about you, Faith?”

“I’m game. I just hope they’ll take good care of Nellie while we’re away.”

I almost rolled my eyes, but held myself back. Was her goat all she thought about? “I’m sure Nellie will be fine.”

We were almost finished with our chore when I felt someone standing behind my shoulder. Surprised, I turned around. Suddenly, I was face to face with Theo.

 “Theo! What are you doing here?” My voice squeaked as the words came out. How embarrassing.

“I’m working with my mom this week, remember? I just wanted to ask you about the orchid mystery. It’s been the talk of the greenhouse this morning.”

“Really? Well, I hope I’ll be able to help my parents figure out who’s been stealing the Pink Lady Slippers. They’re very rare, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I really hope you figure it out, too.” His brown eyes sparkled just a little.

Feeling very important, I took a step towards the greenhouse. Then oof, my work boot hit the shovel. Stumbling, I fell face first into the compost. Splat. I felt like a sputtering fool as I tried to remove the aged manure from my mouth.

I glanced at Faith, who was hiding a giggle fit with her hand. It served me right for teasing her about Nellie, I guess.

“Claire…are you alright?”

Theo offered me his hand after I rubbed mud out of my eyes. He pulled me to my feet while I felt like dying from embarrassment.

“I’ll be alright. I…I just need to clean up.”

Nodding, Theo threw his hand up in a wave as he began to walk towards the greenhouse. “Yeah, I’d say so. I hope you feel better real soon, Claire.”

Flustered, I started to walk towards our two-story home at the edge of the field while ignoring my sisters’ laughter. Today might not have gone as I’d planned, but that was okay. Tomorrow was full of promise, and I couldn’t wait to see what clues I would find when we reached Tennessee.

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Chapter One

Ach, I can hardly believe I’ve come home to the Seas Islands.

Clara Bennett sharply took in her breath as she stepped foot off of the bus and into the warm, Carolina sunshine. The muggy air hit her full in the face, and she could feel her chocolate brown hair start to instantly curl underneath her kapp from the humidity.

“Are you okay, miss?”

Clara’s eyes looked away from the ground she was studying intently as a frown tugged on her lips. She feigned a smile at the bus driver as she’d silently mulled over the events which had drawn her to South Carolina from upstate New York.

Ja, I guess I’ll make it. Thanks for asking.”

Clara gave the answer she’d been so used to giving for the past eight years before walking away from the driver and into the small Beaufort bus station. While she might not be fine, she was making it. Her mantra had been to keep putting one foot in front of the other, even when she felt like she just couldn’t. This attitude had served her well, and she’d become an integral part of the art community near an Amish settlement in Niagara Falls for years now. Clara poured out her feelings in her paintings, and she guessed this was one benefit her heartbreak had given to her.

“Clara. We’re over here.”

Clara felt her back stiffen as her mother’s sensible shoes squeaked on the tile floor in her direction. She’d left her Amish beachside community eight years ago, and hadn’t seen her parents since. Her shoulders slumped as she realized the gravity of the current situation which had brought her back. Her body felt strangely numb as her mother approached.

“You could pick up the pace, you know. We’ve got a lot of arrangements to make, and we need to get back to April and Jed’s as soon as possible.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Mamm.”

Trudy Bennett simply frowned in response, and Clara felt a chill race up her back despite the hot, summer day. Her mamm always knew how to make her feel like a child, and she quickly found this was still true even though she was now twenty-eight years old.

Clara’s daed trudged up behind her mother, and gave her a hesitant smile.

“How’ve you been, Clara Bear?”

Clara felt like recoiling when hearing him use the pet name he’d given her as a youngster. 

“I guess I’ll make it.”

Trudy rolled her eyes while nudging Clara to move towards the exit.

“Look, I know this is difficult for all of us. But we haven’t been given a choice in the matter, and we must figure out how to navigate this situation. We have to get along to do this. Do you understand?”

“This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Do you have any idea how it feels for me to return to South Carolina, when taking into account how I left? Especially since April’s gone now. I honestly don’t know why she asked me to take Harper.”

Clara’s sister and brother-in-law died suddenly in a buggy accident two days ago, and her own life had dived into a tailspin ever since. Not only had she lost the sister whom she hadn’t spoken to in years, she’d also been given custody of her 8-year-old adopted daughter. She’d made emergency arrangements with her landlord before coming to South Carolina to be with the family. But Clara still felt like an unwanted outsider, and she desperately wanted to hop on the next bus to go back to where she came from.

“We’ll see if other arrangements can be made for Harper. Don’t worry.” Trudy pushed her kapp strings behind her shoulders before shoving a pair of sunglasses on her face. “We are all adults now, and we’ll somehow figure this out.”

I was an adult when I was forced to leave, too. The thought zipped through Clara’s head, and she decided to keep it there. She didn’t want to be disrespectful to her mamm.

She rubbed her swollen eyes while nearly jogging to keep up with her parents. They obviously were on a mission to return to their driver as quickly as possible, and Clara was glad that she’d worn her running sneakers.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” Her voice was so soft she didn’t know if her parents could hear her over the rumble of buses nearby.

Sam Bennett looked over his shoulder while continuing to trudge ahead. “We met with the bishop this morning, and most of the funeral details are ironed out. The community has really pitched in to help, and Harper hasn’t wanted for anything. Other than her parents, that is.”

Her daed’s matter-of-fact words cut to her heart, and she felt the breath leave her lungs. 

“More than anything, I want to make sure Harper’s alright.”

“Truly, Clara?”

Clara darted forward to make sure her parents could hear her. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.

Silence stretched between them as they approached a gray minivan, and Sam motioned for Clara to follow closely. He slid open the door, and Clara slung her black suitcase inside before scooting onto a seat near the back. After buckling her seatbelt, she turned an air vent towards her face and turned it on full blast. Clara couldn’t tell if she was hot or cold, but the icy air felt nice on her skin, wet with lowcountry humidity.

Clara looked out the window as the van buzzed by palm trees in the quaint town of Beaufort. Before long, they’d be crossing the Beaufort River to start their trek across the Sea Islands. While Clara had been raised on Lady’s Island, April and Will had moved to Harbor Bay after they’d adopted Harper. When the adorable yellow bungalow with beach access came on the market in a heavily Amish and Mennonite area, they’d snatched it up as quick as a wink. They thought it would be the perfect spot to raise their daughter.

“Where’s Harper, anyway? I thought she’d be with you when you came to pick me up.”

Trudy looked jittery when she turned to face Clara. “We thought it would be best if she stayed home when we came to get you. She’s not doing too well, which is to be expected.”

Clara’s nerves felt rankled. “Did you leave her at home alone?”

“Of course not, Clara. Don’t be absurd. April and Jed were good friends with their neighbor, Tyler White. He offered to keep an eye on her for us.”

“Are you sure he’s trustworthy?”

Trudy’s eyes rolled. “I wouldn’t talk about being trustworthy if I were you, Clara. But yes, Tyler is completely honorable. He’s spent a lot of time with the family, and Harper is very comfortable with him.”

Clara decided to zip her lips for the rest of the car ride. It was clear that not much had changed since she’d left the Sea Islands and headed north so long ago. 

She tried to remember what her therapist had taught her, and took deep breaths as her daed drove over the last causeway before Harbor Bay came into view. It felt like all the work she’d done to regain her mental health had come crashing down with just a few jabs from her mamm.

She watched a brown pelican swoop down into the marsh to catch a fish as the driver flipped on the blinker to turn into the Harbor Bay Amish community. After the van turned to the left, Clara trained her eyes on the colorful bungalows that rushed by her window. Her breath caught as she remembered all the good memories she’d suppressed about this sacred place. Growing up in the low country had been full of enjoyment and fun. That is, until it didn’t.

After making their turn, they drove slowly by a row of beachfront homes. Clara silently counted the bungalows, knowing they’d arrive at April’s place in just a moment. She’d only been there one time, but she’d never forget it.

Almost there.

The driver put on the brakes before pulling into the Harris’s drive. Guilt twisted Clara’s insides. She squeezed her eyes shut in remorse as the van was put in park and the door opened.

Clara felt frozen while looking out the window. Next to the parked vehicle sat a cobalt blue golf cart full of beach toys, towels, and an umbrella. She noticed a little girl with her curly brown hair twisted into a bun sitting on the passenger seat, her hollow eyes looking like she was mad at the world. Curiosity nudged her as she looked in amazement. Could this be Harper?

“I’m glad to see you made it safe and sound.”

Ja, we had an uneventful trip to the bus station. Clara made it in one piece.”

Pulling her gaze away from the child, she spotted a tall man walking towards her father. He wore a t-shirt and blue swim trunks with white stripes down the sides. She noticed his toned arm was tanned from the island sun when he reached forward to shake Sam’s hand. Sandy blonde hair peeked out from underneath a straw hat, and Clara felt her heart tap a little faster when the man offered her father a compassionate smile. 

This is who’d been watching Harper?

The corner of his eyes squeezed a little more when he caught sight of her. Clara tried her best to sink into her seat and trained her gaze at the floor. She unbuckled her seatbelt, aware of Tyler’s stare. She wished he would back away and let her breathe. Chiding herself, she forced herself to push back the lump in her throat and return his smile. She forced the sides of her mouth to tug upward. It’s not fair to expect him to understand the depths of pain I’m feeling. I’ll play nice, and get through today…somehow.

Like he could read her mind, Tyler stepped away as Clara opened the sliding door. Sam caught her eye in the rearview mirror.

“Leave your bag in the van, Clara, I’ll get it for you in just a minute.”

Shrugging off the peace offering, Clara stepped outside. As soon as her feet hit the pavement, she tried to straighten her crumpled and worn cape dress. She hadn’t thought to look nice for the occasion, but now that she was here, she’d wished she’d fought through her foggy head and had worn something special. While the reason for Clara’s visit was painful, visiting Harper was indeed a momentous occasion. She’d likely remember it forever.

She watched a palm tree sway in the warm island breeze as she stepped around the van. Her feet felt wobbly, and she pressed against the vehicle for support before she walked towards Harper. Tyler noticed her shaky legs, and rushed towards her, offering his arm for support.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Clara. April talked about you all of the time, and I feel like I know you already.”

Clara eyed him suspiciously. She highly doubted her sister had spoken highly of her, but it was a nice thought, at least. While she wanted to push away from him, instead, she wrapped her arm around his and clung to it for support. His arm was warmed by the sun, and Clara could feel his muscles flex as he pulled her a little closer.

“Whoa, now. Are you alright? I can help you to the house if you’d like.”

Embarrassed, Clara squeezed her eyes shut as her cheeks pinked. 

Nee…I’m fine. I’m just feeling a little wobbly after a day of travel. I’ll get my feet under me in just a second.”

“Take your time. Would you like to sit down?”

Clara laughed softly, despite the distressing situation. She must be a sight to see.

Nee. If you don’t mind, could you help me to the golf cart? I’d like to see Harper.”

“Of course.” Tyler’s blue eyes softened as he helped her off of the concrete driveway and onto the crushed seashell path. Her breath caught as she locked eyes with the very sad little girl who’d scooched to the edge of her seat.

***

Tyler’s heart tapped in sympathy as he gently led Clara towards the waiting golf cart. A jolt shot through his arm as she tugged him to a stop and stuck her hand deep into her pocket. Pulling out a pair of sunglasses, she plopped them on her nose before nudging him forward. He wasn’t sure if they were to protect her vision from the bright Carolina sun, or hide the swollen redness that surrounded her wide mahogany eyes. Deciding it didn’t matter, he continued to walk towards Harper as she paid no mind to him.

Clara squeezed his arm before letting it go and steadying herself against the golf cart. Harper’s dog gave a deep woof, sounding much larger than it actually was.

“It’s alright, Brownie.” Tyler’s voice calmed the chocolate dachshund as it popped its head out from between a bag of beach towels and a stack of sand toys. Brownie whimpered softly as it nudged Clara gently with her snout before giving her hand a big lick. Clara’s lips pulled into a gentle smile as she kept her eyes trained towards Harper.

Brownie liked April’s sister. This was a good sign. If only Harper would feel the same way. Tyler’s heart squeezed as he thought about how difficult this must feel for the little girl. How would she react to being cared for by an aunt she’d never met? Tyler had been confused by Will and April’s last wishes, and April’s parents had been even more so. He’d caught Trudy speaking to her husband in frightened whispers about the situation when he’d delivered a casserole to the home yesterday. 

“Hey, Harper. My name’s Clara. It’s so nice to meet you. You sure do have a nice dog. I like Brownie very much.”

Clara’s hand shook as she reached out to rub Brownie behind the ears. Harper’s mouth twitched like she couldn’t decide whether to smile or not. Tyler let out a breath. This was a good sign, too.

Harper tucked a wayward curl behind her ear and gave Clara a toothless grin. “Brownie knows if people are nice or not, and she really likes you. That must mean you’re okay.”

“Is that so?” Clara chuckled as the dog wagged her tail as if agreeing with Harper. “I’m glad Brownie likes me, then.”

Tyler signed as a deep frown once again lined Harper’s jaw. Her smile faded as quickly as it had brightened her face, likely because of the terrible situation she’d found herself in.

Tyler had taken to Harper as soon as he’d moved into the aqua bungalow next to her yellow one. He’d moved there right after his wife, Joy and young daughter, Eva had been killed in a swimming accident, trying his best to find meaning to life again. Harper reminded him so much of his Eva, and spending time with the Harris’s had helped his heart start to heal, along with volunteering at the new Beaufort County Conservation Trust. Both Harper’s happy chatter and working to protect the marshland in this part of South Carolina’s lowcountry helped him regain the purpose he’d lost when his little family had died. The hole Joy and Eva had left was still empty though. He spent many nights walking the beach, trying to chase his sadness away.

With a sigh, Clara plopped onto the seat with Harper. The child’s eyes brimmed with curiosity as she scooted to give her more room.

“Do you want to come with us to the beach, Clara? There’s plenty of space.” Tyler eyed the woman carefully. “Who knows…it might make you feel better.” While he didn’t understand what had caused the rift in April and Clara’s relationship, he knew there had been one. April often spoke about missing her sister once Harper had been tucked safely in bed, and the neighbors spent time relaxing on the back porch. He wondered what had separated the sisters while listening to the waves crash on the shore on those moonlit nights, and now, it was too little, too late. Clara likely had regrets, which compounded on top of her grief.

Clara bobbed her head while biting on her lip. “Yeah, I think I’d like that. I haven’t seen this beach in a very long time.”

“Are you sure that’s the best idea? We could get you settled in your room, instead. I know you must be tired after so much traveling.” Trudy’s dress swished as she moved towards the golf cart, while giving Clara an imploring stare. Tyler shifted uncomfortably as Clara scooped up Brownie and the dog wiggled in her arms.

Ja, I’m sure.” Clara’s tone was clipped, and he could feel heat radiating off of her. Tyler looked at the ground, not wanting to involve himself in the family drama. 

Trudy sighed. “Suit yourself, but I don’t think it’s a gut idea.”

“I know you don’t, Mamm. But I’m an adult, and can make my own decisions.” He noticed Clara’s chin quiver as she jutted it forward. “Let’s go, Tyler.”

He raised his eyebrows at her command. Shrugging his shoulders, he slid into the seat. They sat snugly together, and Tyler was acutely aware of her nearness. He frowned while chasing that thought away. He turned the key, while feeling Clara grow stiff at his side. He shot an apologetic smile towards Trudy as he pulled away. The older woman was fuming, and he could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.

“I wonder why Nana’s so mad. She probably misses Mamm like I do.” Harper spoke softly as the golf cart jostled across a break in the sand dunes and towards the ocean.

Tyler’s heart caught. He knew Harper was experiencing a gamut of emotions that she couldn’t put into words. She was also an intuitive little thing, and had caught onto Trudy’s sour mood easily. “Your nana will be okay, Harper. She’s probably just sad like the rest of us.”

“I wish that’s all there was to it.”

Tyler glanced at Clara as her soft words flew across the ocean breeze. He wished he could do something to take both Harper and Clara’s pain away, but he’d probably fail if he tried. After four years, he was still reeling over the death of his own family. Clara’s comment highlighted that as he’d suspected, the Bennett family had their secrets. Deciding that Harper would benefit from a change of subject, Tyler pointed to a flock of seagulls as the cart bumped over the last mounds of sand before the ground leveled out. Brownie barked at the playful birds, but her ferocious attempt to scare them away was lost in the breeze.

“Stop here, Tyler. This looks like a great place to build a sand castle.”

Tyler chuckled as he slowed the cart to a stop. The tide was down, and an expansive beach stretched in front of them. If this is where Harper wanted for them to spend their afternoon, then he would gladly comply.

Clara stayed seated after Harper jumped from the cart and pulled her favorite bucket and shovel from her stack. Brownie pranced at her heels as she walked a few feet away and plopped in the sand.

Tyler rummaged through a beach bag and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen.

“Sunscreen first, Harper.”

The girl sighed as she spread her arms and legs, allowing him to spray her down.

“Would you like any, Clara?”

“No, I’m fine.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Ja.”

It looked like Clara hadn’t been in the sun for awhile, and he hoped she wouldn’t regret her decision later. He sprayed himself down before returning it to the brightly colored bag.

“So…I heard that you’ve been named Harper’s guardian.” Tyler kept his voice low, hoping the child wouldn’t hear what he had to say. She’d endured so much over the last couple of days, and he wanted her to enjoy her time at the beach without being reminded of her situation.

“You heard right. I probably won’t be here for long, though. At least, if my mamm has anything to do with it.”

Tyler leaned a little closer to Clara, while keeping one eye trained on Harper. “What do you mean?”

“It’s complicated, and I’d rather not discuss it right now if that’s alright.”

“Sure.” 

Tyler didn’t want to press for information, but curiosity buzzed through his insides. Why wouldn’t Trudy want Clara to care for April’s daughter? Silence stretched between them as Clara stared at the roaring waves. Sighing, she raised her sunglasses and looked at him. Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, and cut straight to his heart.

“I do want to be with Harper, though. Please remember that if you hear any rumors otherwise.”

Quick as a wink, she pushed her sunglasses back on top of her nose as she held back a sniffle. Empathy pressed through him. He could almost feel the hurt that was running through her, and he wished he knew more of her story.

“Of course. I don’t know the ins and outs of your situation, but I believe you. And I’m here for you if you ever need me when you’re caring for Harper. I live right next door. Harper and I have been best buds since I moved in four years ago.”

A grin tugged on her lips. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely. When we found out that her parents passed away, Harper asked for me almost immediately. I was very good friends with Jed, and I spent a lot of time at their home since we were neighbors. I’m taking a week off of work to help with her while Sam and Trudy make arrangements.” Tyler was glad his carpentry work was flexible, and that his backyard shop allowed him to fit his job around the rest of his life.

“You did that for her? That…that was very nice of you.”

“Of course. I’d do just about anything for Harper.”

“I would, too.” Clara’s words came out in a whisper, and Tyler struggled to hear them over the whipping wind.

“Tyler, look! Brownie and I found a seashell!”

Tyler smiled as Harper bounded towards them, with Brownie close on her heels. He held out his hand, and Harper placed it gently into his palm.

“Good find, Harper. This is a Lettered Olive. It’s the state shell of South Carolina.”

Clara looked at him quizzically. “How did you know that?”

“The local ecology interests me. When I’m not working, I help out at the Beaufort County Conservation Trust.”

“Oh. That sounds like fun.” Clara took a closer look at the shell in his hand. “I grew up on the Sea Islands, but I never learned the names of the sea shells I found.” She looked at him sheepishly while pushing back strands of her hair that had escaped from her kapp and was whipping in the strong breeze. “This shell is beautiful.”

“Then you should have it.” Harper snatched the shell out of Tyler’s hand, and placed it in Clara’s palm. “It’s a gift to welcome you back to the island.”

“Th…thank you, Harper. What a meaningful gift.” Clara’s voice wobbled a little. Harper gave Clara a semi-smile before bounding back to her lavender bucket and shovel.

“What do you say we join Harper, and help her build a castle? It’s probably a gut idea for you to get to know her better since the Harris’s named you her guardian.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I probably won’t be here for long.”

Clara crossed her arms as a huff left her mouth. Tyler wished she would tell him what was going on.

Instead, he gently tilted her chin with his thumb, silently asking her to look at him.

She complied, but he could tell she wasn’t happy about it. Even with her sunglasses on.

“I trust Will and April’s judgment, and I think you should be Harper’s guardian. For some reason, they thought you’d be the best fit. Would you like for me to have a word with Sam and Trudy?”

Nee…that won’t be necessary.” Clara eyed Harper as she pushed herself off of the golf cart. “But I think you’re right. Let’s get to building that sand castle.”Tyler gave Clara a buffer as they walked towards Harper. He admired how she’d decided to try to connect with Harper, along with the way she gracefully walked across the sand. Clara was very beautiful, with her chestnut hair that peeked from her kapp and wide brown eyes. He put a guard around his heart right then and there. After experiencing the pain of losing his wife, he wasn’t sure if he’d be interested in pursuing a relationship ever again.

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Chapter One

Josie Lantz smiled as she turned her face towards the Georgia sunshine. The twenty-two-year-old quickly meandered through the local Farmers Market with her eight-month-old daughter, Cora, in tow. With large blue eyes and soft squishy cheeks, the infant attracted smiles from everyone who walked through the open air market. 

“I’m so happy to be your mama, little one,” Josie whispered to her daughter as they looked over the produce at the market. “Hmm, what else should we bring home to Aunt Meredith?” 

The selection of fruits available at the small Tybee Island Farmers Market was unmatched in local grocery stores. Josie had already purchased a few bags brimming full of fresh food.

Suddenly, a patch of colorful fabrics caught her eye. While this market usually only hosted vendors selling produce, today a quilt seller was in attendance! Josie’s chest tightened as she remembered her past life. Josie knew that quilts always had a story to tell, and she didn’t know if she was brave enough to approach the vendor. But Cora did need a new bedspread, and a quilt seemed fitting since Josie’s own mamm had made so many of them through the years. Throwing caution to the wind, she dodged a few shoppers and protectively put her arm around Cora’s baby sling as she made a beeline towards the beautiful quilts.

Josie caught her breath while looking at the vibrant patterns and colors. In her mind, she was immediately transported back in time to her childhood bedroom. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” The disheveled women who stood behind the table looked at her with a wide smile accenting her tanned face.

Josie hesitated slightly, while trying to snap back to reality. “Yes…I’d love to find a quilt that matches my daughter’s room. It’s light pink, seafoam blue, and gray.”

  “I think I have one you might be interested in,” The woman’s eyes sparkled. “Hudson, could you please unload the last box from our car?” 

Josie quickly shifted her eyes to the ground as a man who looked to be in his middle twenties appeared from behind a quilt swaying in the wind. 

“Sure thing, Mom.” He quickly turned towards the parking lot. 

Josie felt her throat grow dry as Cora’s eyes began to droop. The infant had missed her morning nap, and sleep was calling her name. She wished she could close her eyes as well, since she felt terribly uncomfortable in the presence of this young man. Josie told the butterfly fluttering in her stomach to return where it came from.

  “Are you vacationing on Tybee?” the older woman asked.

“No, I’m not.”

“Well then, are you a local?”

Josie glanced at her sleeping daughter before speaking, unsure of how to answer. She’d only lived in this peaceful town for one year, and the circumstances surrounding her arrival were troubling. An intense pain shot through her chest. Josie felt completely exposed, and wished she could disappear into the growing crowd. “My aunt owns a small group of cottages on the island. For the time being, my daughter and I are staying with her.” Her voice was small and soft.

The quilt seller smiled broadly. “That’s wonderful. It is so nice to meet you. Please, let me formally introduce myself.  I’m Lauren Reed, and my son Hudson has been kind enough to help me today. My husband usually assists me while I set up at these events, but he was called to help a family in need this morning. He’s the director of the Seaside Community Center, which is on the south side of Tybee Island.”

Josie’s eyes scanned the quilts as she processed this bit of information. She returned Lauren’s smile before replying. “It’s…um, nice to meet you, too. My aunt picked some baby supplies up for me there once.”  Josie felt uncomfortable as she shifted from side to side. She motioned towards her daughter. “This is Cora.”

Lauren took in the slumbering child. She was snuggled against her mother in the baby sling, with her short blonde hair beginning to form tiny ringlets around her neck. Her cheeks were slightly red from the warmth of the late summer day.

“Your daughter is darling,” she said. “I love being around babies. She’s a sweetie, for sure.”

Josie nodded in agreement, reassured by Lauren’s words. One short year ago, she wasn’t so sure if she could be a good mother. So much had changed since then.

Before the women could continue their conversation, Lauren’s son reappeared holding a large box. She quickly cleared a spot on the table, and he set the container down.

Josie looked curiously at Hudson. She felt her stomach burn. Josie blew out an annoyed breath, knowing she shouldn’t feel this way. She was a mother now, and Cora must be her main focus. She’d made the mistake of becoming intimate with her old Amish beau, and now another man would never be interested in her. At least, that’s what her daed had told her.

He grinned widely at his mother before turning to Josie. “I believe she’s hiding rocks in this box instead of quilts.” Hudson winked. “You know, I almost threw my back out.”

Lauren elbowed her son. “You can handle that box and more. Be thankful you have a break from mowing grass in the hot sun today.”

Josie readjusted the bags of produce in her hand as the two continued to tease each other. The blush of her cheeks matched the sun’s bright glow. Not exactly knowing why, Josie decided to ease into the conversation. “It’s an especially warm day. I’ll be thankful when the heat of summer breaks.”

“I totally agree.” Hudson hesitated slightly. Taking a step back, he continued to speak with a cautious look in his eyes. “I own a landscaping business, and the cool fall air will be a welcome change. That being said, I’m very grateful for what I do.” He chuckled under his breath. “I’m not afraid of hard work, no matter what my mom might say.”

“I was only teasing, Hudson. You know that.” Lauren elbowed her son before hugging his side.

Josie honestly didn’t know what to think about this man. With dark hair and a tall build, Hudson was very handsome. While he was kind, he also looked uncomfortable. She figured he had much better things to do than speak to her. Leaving as quickly as possible would probably be a good idea.

Lauren smiled at the pair. “Son, let me properly introduce you to our young customers. This is Josie, and her daughter Cora. They live with their aunt on Tybee.” Lauren looked inquisitively at her. “What vacation property does your aunt own, dear?”

“Island Natural Cottages. She owns a group of ten cottages, and a small campground. They are located near a marsh on the north side of the pier.”

“I know exactly where that is. Actually, I have a contract on file with your aunt for when she has a landscaping need. It’s very nice to meet you, Josie.” Hudson shuffled his feet and hesitated slightly before flashing a warm smile that put her at ease. 

“It’s very nice to meet you too. Honestly, I haven’t met many people on the island yet. I’ve lived here for almost one year now, but between keeping up with Cora and helping my Aunt Meredith with her rental business, I’m usually pretty busy.”

“So, you only live with your aunt and daughter?”

“Yes, I do.”

Josie cast her eyes downwards, waiting to feel judgment from Lauren and Hudson. What they must think of her…a young woman with a baby, without a husband in sight. Her nerves felt jangly. But when she glanced up and looked at them, she only saw acceptance and warm, welcoming smiles.

“Well, I for one am very thankful we ran into you this morning! You and your daughter are a delight.” Lauren’s words burst with enthusiasm.

Josie slowly let go of the breath she’d been holding.

“Thank you so much…it’s been really nice to meet you, too.”

Hudson began to unload quilts from the bulging brown box while placing them onto his mother’s table.  Lauren motioned for him to hand her a toddler-sized light pink quilt as it was brought into the sunlight. Pinks, soft blue-green, and gray hues danced across the fabric in patches of paisley, plaid, toile, and small flowers. 

“It’s beautiful.” Josie’s love for the blanket was instantaneous. The sewing was impeccable, and the piece was just as high quality as the quilts her mamm used to sew by hand by candlelight. Plans of her escape flew from her mind as she reached for her wallet. “How much is this quilt?”

Mrs. Reed looked gently at her before speaking. “I’d love for this blanket to be a gift for your sweet Cora. I don’t know your story, but giving this to your baby would be a blessing to me.  Please accept the quilt free of charge.”

Josie honestly didn’t know what to say. “No, I must pay for this. I can only imagine how much time it took to create this gorgeous blanket.”

Lauren and Hudson both shook their heads. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said. “It isn’t every day that I have the pleasure to meet someone who lives locally. Usually, when I introduce myself to a new face they are vacationing.”

Josie knew this to be true. Since she worked at a vacation rental facility, she normally only came across people from out of town.

“Alright, I accept.” She hesitated slightly, her nerves almost getting the best of her. “I really can’t thank you enough. This quilt will look so gut…I mean, good, in Cora’s room.” Josie winced as the Pennsylvania Dutch word slipped off of her tongue. The Reeds didn’t seem to notice.

“I’ll tell you what…if it makes you feel any better, please pay me a visit anytime. Our family owns a small shop in the center of Tybee called Sea Tides. I’d love to speak to you again sometime. Do you know where our shop is located?”

Josie knew exactly the place…but did she really want to see Lauren and Hudson again? “Honestly, I haven’t had much of a chance to shop on the island other than stopping by the grocery store since my daughter was born. But I know just the shop you’re talking about. From the street it looks so charming. Do you sell your quilts there?”

Lauren nodded. “I sell my quilts and a variety of other things. It’s mainly a store where folks can consign their crafts, but I do carry a small section of touristy items.”

Cautiously, Josie agreed to stop by. “Since it’s late August, our cottages are not rented to capacity at the moment. I’d love to visit sometime.”

Lauren beamed. “Good! I can’t wait to see you and your daughter again.”

The number of shoppers at the Farmers Market had slowly multiplied to a very large crowd, and several more prospective customers arrived at Lauren’s booth. Cora had grown heavy, and Josie decided that now was the right time to head to the car Meredith had let her borrow. Her hands felt shaky at the thought. She’d only received her license a month ago, since Meredith insisted it would be good for her to have it. As a young Amish girl, Josie never thought she would learn how to drive a vehicle. It still felt so foreign to her.

“I probably need to go. Thanks so much again, and I’ll see you soon.”

Lauren turned towards her son. “Could you please carry the quilt to Josie’s vehicle? As you can see, her hands are full.”

While it was true that her hands were occupied with three bags of produce along with a sleeping infant, Josie didn’t want Hudson escorting her to her car. In fact, she’d rather be anywhere other than with this mysterious stranger. “No, I can make two trips…it really isn’t a bother at all.”

Hudson shook his head. “It doesn’t make any sense to carry your child back and forth twice. I’d be more than happy to bring the quilt to your car.” Before she could protest, he gently took the bags of produce out of her hands. “I’ve got this, too.”

Their eyes locked, and warmth curled inside of her stomach.

Josie let a small sigh escape her lips. “Alright, if you insist.”

“I insist.”

***

The trio turned towards the parking lot, and within a moment the crunch of gravel was heard beneath their feet. The heat from the overhead sun felt almost unbearable after they walked past the shade of a cluster of Live Oak trees. Hudson glanced at Josie before looking down at his full arms. Something about her was very intriguing, but he couldn’t put his finger on what. The slender young woman had a bewildered look on her face, which made her almost appear lost. He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of the tension growing between them.

“Which vehicle is yours?”

She nodded towards her right. “I’m in the tan SUV.” Josie fished through her purse for her keys, quickly unlocking the doors with her key fob once she found them. “Just place everything in the back if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

As she buckled Cora into her car seat, he took a quick glance at the young woman while standing next to her car. He shuffled his feet back and forth, wanting to move on but somehow frozen in place.

Hudson felt tongue-tied as he continued to linger next to Josie’s vehicle. Why did he keep standing here? He’d sworn off relationships when his fiancé passed away in a boating accident three years ago. He had been young and so in love. After Abigail died in the devastating incident, Hudson decided to stay focused on his fledgling landscaping business. His life no longer had any room for romance. However, this young woman looked so lost and alone. She could surely use a friend. Josie and her daughter reminded Hudson of his own mother and himself so very long ago. They had been on their own before his mother met and married Charles Reed, who had accepted Hudson as his own. He decided to throw caution to the wind, and see if he could make her feel more at ease.

He flashed Josie a bright smile. “So…did you grow up close to the island?”

“No, but I was raised in Georgia. My parents own a home in Clear Creek, which is a small community in the north Georgia mountains.”

“I’ve visited Clear Creek before. My mom likes to go there to get decorating ideas.” Hudson scratched his head, “Say, isn’t there a large Amish settlement there?”

A visible tremor ran down Josie’s back. Hudson’s lips turned down in concern.

“Yeah, a lot of Amish folks live there.”

“Have you made any friends on Tybee yet?”

She bit her lip. “No, not yet. I pretty much spend all of my time with Cora and my aunt.”

Hudson looked to the sky, while mustering a bit of courage. “Well, I’ll tell you what. I’d love to get to know you and Cora better. I also know quite a few folks who are around our age. Well, I think I do anyway. How old are you?”

“I’m twenty two.” Josie’s voice was soft.

He grinned. “That’s what I thought. I’m twenty five.”

“Actually, I’d really like to meet more people, as long as they accept Cora and like calm activities. She’s usually my sidekick. Where I go, she goes.” Josie let a small giggle escape from her lips before turning a shade of red.

“Of course. I’d only introduce you to people who aren’t into the party scene. Believe me, I definitely am not. Would you mind if I stop by your aunt’s rental business soon? Since I have a landscaping contract with her, I really need to see if she has any work that needs to be done before summer’s end, anyhow.”

“Well…I guess that would be alright.”

Hudson’s eyes brightened as his heart hammered in his chest.  He took a moment to pause in thought before continuing. What was he getting himself into? “Great! I look forward to seeing you two again soon.”

Hudson began walking back to his mother’s booth before she could reply. He watched Josie out of the corner of his eye as she turned on the ignition and opened the windows on this hot and muggy day. Hudson took a final sidelong glance at the tan vehicle before walking towards his mother, who was steadily helping customers. He sighed as Josie’s SUV pulled out of the gravel lot and onto a small side road. He must remember to view Josie just as a friend. He didn’t think he’d be capable of loving a woman like his Abby ever again.

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Chapter 1

Deer Springs, Montana

August, 1920

An involuntary cough flew through Levi Hilty’s lungs as dust from the forgotten bed sheet drifted through the small Amish school haus. Giving it a final shake before folding it in two, his gaze resting momentarily on the solid, wooden desk which the cotton fabric had been protecting during the too-hot summer. His guarded heart flinched. Levi could almost envision his old aldi Rhoda sitting behind the piece of furniture, her face tanned a golden bronze from the unforgiving Montana sun. He felt his expression sour as he ran his fingers across the brim of his hat before crossing to the chalkboard which graced the full-length of the adjacent wall.

His worn hands reached down into a galvanized bucket brimming with suds, and he removed a cloth in order to begin washing the board clean. After it had been thoroughly scrubbed, he turned to the window to check the time based on the sun’s position in the clear sky. Levi winced once realizing the sun not only streamed through the thick panes of glass dotting the cabin, but through glaring cracks in the structure as well. A deep sigh blew through his lips. He would need to apply fresh chinking to the joints shortly, but it would have to wait for another day. As the schoolmaster, he was expected to introduce the new schoolmarm to her classroom this very afternoon. 

A frown filled Levi’s jaw when a soft rap sounded at the door. While meeting the new schoolmarm was the last thing he wanted to do, it would be best to get the task behind him. He plopped the rag into the bucket hastily, sending a spray of lukewarm water across the plank flooring. Sighing, he wiped his hands across his gray pants before quickly striding to the door and swinging it open a bit too forcefully. 

To his surprise, a waif of a girl stood meekly on the porch, gazing at him shyly with hollow eyes the color of spun caramel. Her black mourning dress had seen better days, and the kapp perched on top of her head was darkened with soot. He spied the worn carpet bag resting by her side in concern, wondering who this young girl might belong to. She was surely new to the small Amish community of Deer Springs.

Levi cleared his throat while sinking down to the girl’s level. She was small and lanky, and his heart went out to the young stranger who reminded him so much of himself at that age. His brown eyes caught on hers. “What can I help you with?”

The girl’s eyes widened in a mixture of fear and concern. “I…I’m looking for Hattie Fisher. She’s the new schoolmarm. The stagecoach driver told me I could find her here.”

Levi tried his best to keep his composure as he rose to his feet. The new schoolmarm didn’t say anything about bringing an extra mouth to feed. While the runt of a child surely wouldn’t eat a large supply of food, any amount was scarce in these parts. “Ja, I’m planning on meeting Hattie any minute now. Feel free to take a seat until she arrives.”

The girl didn’t hesitate, and after looking over the school room, she slid into a desk on the first row of the cabin. Unsure of what to do next, Levi decided to get back to work cleaning the area. While many questions swirled through his mind concerning the young girls’ identity, the disgruntled schoolmaster figured it would be best to ask Hattie Fisher for the facts herself.

As Levi wiped the desks clean of the dust which had accumulated over the dry summer, the young girl’s eyes began to droop. In five seconds flat, her head and arms were draped across the desk, and a loud snore erupted from her mouth. Raising an eyebrow, he continued tidying the room while wondering where the schoolmarm could be. She wasn’t putting her best foot forward, and he couldn’t help but think that the young girl who was currently drooling across the hand-hewn wooden desk top had put a big wrench in his plans for the day.

Levi’s stomach began to growl as he quietly stepped outside near dinnertime. A sense of alarm began to fill his chest with worry for the new schoolmarm’s safety. What could be keeping her? His ears perked as a soft bleat sounded from his nearby pasture. As a sheep farmer, he knew that his time at the school haus must draw to an end. His flock would need to be tended to shortly, and he wasn’t one to leave them waiting. 

He took his job seriously, never taking for granted how the passage of the Enlarged Homestead Act of 1909 had allowed him to purchase quite a large spread for near to nothing. But what was he to do with the girl? He removed his straw hat to scratch his head full of dark hair as a patch of red fabric caught his eye around the side of the school haus.

“Have you…have you seen a young Amish girl? She’s ten years of age, and her hair is brown, much like my own. She’s been traveling for days, and is liable to be quite the sight.” A young woman of medium height dashed to the front of the school building before clutching her abdomen and leaning downward to catch her breath. Perplexed, Levi studied the woman’s garment carefully. The crimson frock was bunched and pleated. Much too fancy in his opinion. The beige lace trim which accented the high neckline and sleeves mirrored the fashion of the modern world perfectly. 

His gaze traveled to the woman’s face, her piercing caramel eyes locking onto his as she raised her chin while catching her breath. Small tendrils of chestnut hair which had escaped from her loose bun curled around her face, drawing attention to the lift of her chin and rosy cheeks. Levi’s chest clenched when he looked her over, feeling both uncertain and compassionate.

“Answer my question, please! Have you seen my schweschder?”

With that, Levi quickly made the connection between the woman standing before him and the girl snoozing inside of the school room. The surname and caramel eyes were a dead giveaway. But why was the young Amish girl related to the very worldly woman standing next to him? Was this the new schoolmarm he had hired? Instead of asking any of the questions at the front of his mind, Levi stepped aside and motioned for the woman to enter the school haus. “Ja, I have. A girl matching your description is waiting for you just inside.”

Ach, danke ever so much!” A faint citrus scent drifted to Levi’s nose as she rushed past him quickly, her skirt brushing against his pant leg in her haste.

Curiously, Levi turned away from the choking heat and rested his gaze back inside of the schoolroom. With trepidation, the young woman approached the girl and gently touched her shoulder, shaking it slightly. She awoke with a start, her back suddenly ridged while staring wide-eyed at the woman.

“Hattie? Is that you?”

Ja dear girl, it surely is.”

With that, Leah squealed with delight and rushed into Hattie’s outstretched arms. The two began to cry as the woman rocked her slightly while stroking the hair which had escaped from the girl’s kapp. She brushed a stray piece behind her ear before pulling away and holding her at arm’s length.

“You gave me quite a fright. We were supposed to meet at the Train Station in Bozeman hours ago. What caused you to ride on the stage coach to Deer Springs without me?”

Leah shrugged slightly, her light brown eyes clouding over. “I…I don’t know. After so many days of traveling after Mamm’s death, I was confused, I guess. I’m sorry.”

Hattie scooped the girl back into a hug, sighing deeply while her eyes squeezed shut in relief. “That’s understandable, Leah. The important thing is that we are together now. I don’t believe that I’ve ever been as scared as I was this afternoon.” She shuddered violently. “My mind began to run away with imaginations of what might have happened to you. After searching for hours the stage coach returned to the depot after its run to Missoula, and the kind driver let me know that he had just dropped off a young Amish girl in Deer Springs.”

“Jonathan Philpot?” Leah’s eyes brightened at the thought. “He sure was nice. Much nicer than the people running the train.”

Hattie smiled. “Ja, Jonathan Philpot. I jumped on the coach and came here myself as quickly as he could carry me. I hope you weren’t too frightened.”

Levi leaned against the door frame, trying his best to understand the scenario unfolding before him. He had obviously made a grave mistake hiring this woman sight unseen. He had hoped a woman who fit the definition of an aging spinster would be gracing his presence this afternoon, and instead, a fancy young woman arrived in her place. 

While the sisterly reunion was touching and he felt sorry for the young orphan, Levi couldn’t allow a woman who had most assuredly left the Amish faith teach the local kinder. The school year was due to start in mere days, and he wasn’t sure what step to take next. The families of Deer Springs were counting on him…and Hattie…to teach their children after Rhoda abruptly left before the school year officially ended three months ago. 

The other girls in the community were either too young, or simply not interested in the position given the disproportionate amount of men to women. As soon as a girl reached courting age, she had her pick of at least a dozen suitors and was usually betrothed within one year’s time. He had made a promise to the community that a qualified teacher was on her way, which was enough cause for several families skeptical of the harsh Montana climate to stay put. But now? He had no desire to hire a worldly teacher who was destined to leave when the going got tough.

Levi shook his head in embarrassment, ridged as his fence next door. The few families which held the small Amish settlement together were likely to be on the first train heading East as soon as they caught sight of her. Hattie’s letter stating that she was of Amish descent and had taught for six years had been quite convincing. She had fooled him but gut.

Hattie and Leah jumped when Levi took a few tentative steps into the schoolroom. Hattie stood to her full height and quickly wiped her eyes dry with an embroidered handkerchief. After tucking it into a fold of her skirt, she pulled Leah to her side. She smiled brightly at Levi, giving him her full attention. He sucked in his breath as her face shined with a sense of gratitude. Turning Hattie and Leah Fisher away wasn’t going to be easy.

“I take it that you are Levi Hilty, and that this is the Deer Springs School Haus?” She looked around the room, drinking in her surroundings. “I’ve been looking forward to starting my job here as the schoolmarm. My Leah and I are ever so grateful to Gott for the opportunity.”

Levi frowned, confused at her use of the Deitsch along with a tone that he wasn’t used to hearing. She sounded…highly educated. Her words were soft and delicate, in a very appealing kind of way. He licked his parched lips and took a step backwards.

“And I’m guessing you’re Hattie Fisher?”

Ja. I surely am.” Levi sucked in his breath, while noticing the pure kindness which radiated from Hattie’s smile. “Well then, I’m afraid that we have a problem. I can’t hire you to be the teacher in this school haus.”

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