away.” Another man, an Amish man by the sound of his dialect, entered the barn and ran out of the shadows straight toward them. “Leave her alone.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Elizabeth saw the man grab a pitchfork and continue toward them.
The stranger gave one long, hard squeeze to her throat and whispered close to her face. “This isn’t over. I’ll be back. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your mouth shut or I will permanently shut it for you.”
He turned and ran toward the barn’s open back door. Just as quickly as he’d come he was gone.
Elizabeth rolled to her side, coughing, trying desperately to draw oxygen into her lungs.
The Amish man, whoever he was, had just saved her life.
* * *
Thomas King kneeled beside the woman who was crumpled in a heap on the dirt floor.
“Mrs. Lapp?”
What had happened? Who was that man and why had he attacked Mrs. Lapp?
Thomas offered a silent prayer of thanksgiving that he had arrived when he did. He came to the farm at the same time every morning since her husband had died. He wished he could devote more time to help out on her farm, but it was all he could spare from his own farm and family. Mrs. Lapp had always been grateful and appreciative of his help. His body shuddered at the thought of what might have happened if he had arrived a few minutes later.
“Mrs. Lapp?” His hands trembled as he reached for the woman. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he gently turned her toward him. “Are you all right?”
The lantern light dappled across her face.
This wasn’t Mrs. Lapp.
He stared into the woman’s face and a shaft of pain shot through his chest. He knew this face all too well. It was a face he’d thought he’d put out of his mind and his life forever, a face he’d once loved.
Elizabeth.
His eyes quickly scanned her from head to toe for any obvious injuries and found none. “Elizabeth?”
The shock registering in her pale blue eyes must have mirrored his.
“Thomas?”
“Are you hurt?”
She shook her head.
“What are you doing here? Who was that man?”
“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” She sat up and then allowed him to help her to her feet. Her hand felt tiny in his and her fingers trembled despite the outer calmness she tried to display.
Elizabeth gently pulled her hand from his. She brushed dirt and pieces of hay from her dress and apron. “I don’t know what you are doing here at this hour but I am glad you are. I hate to think what would have happened to me if you hadn’t come when you did.”
“Who was he?” Thomas glared at her. He knew his emotions were flashing across his features, but he was too surprised at what had happened, too shocked at whom it happened to, too upset to gain control. “What did he want? Why was he trying to hurt you? And what are you doing back at your mamm’s house?”
“Let’s go inside.” She threw a nervous glance over her shoulder. “I don’t know if that man is still around.” She took a step forward and stumbled.
Immediately, Thomas reached out, clasped her elbow and steadied her. “Are you hurt?” he asked again.
“No,” she whispered. “Just shaken up.” She placed her head against his chest for just a second while she steadied herself. He could smell the fresh scent of her hair despite her prayer kapp covering locks he knew were silky and blond. He remembered her scent, fresh soap and lemon, from their rumspringa days, when he’d lie awake at night and think of her.
Before she’d betrayed him.
Before she’d abandoned him.
Pain and anger washed over him. Where had she been all these years? And why was she back?
She felt small and fragile leaning against him.
He couldn’t help himself. He wanted to hold her closer, tighter. Maybe if he did, she wouldn’t run away this time.
But she was good at that, wasn’t she? Running away. Leaving without a word.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” She straightened and stepped away. “When I think of what could have happened if you hadn’t come...if you hadn’t helped.” She stared at him, her eyes shimmering with tears. “Denki, Thomas.”
What had happened between them seven years ago was ancient history. They both lived different lives now. He wouldn’t let himself feel or remember or care. Not again.
But images of the man’s hands around Elizabeth’s throat filled him with rage. The possibility of what could have happened threatened to overpower him with a raw, primal fear. He had lost her once. He wouldn’t be able to handle losing her again. Especially in such a heinous way.
Lord, everything happens in life according to Your plan. But this? Lord, help me understand and be strong enough to accept whatever Your plan entails.
“Elizabeth?” Mary Lapp called, presumably from the top of the porch steps. “Are you all right?” Her voice drifted into the barn. “Thomas, are you out there?”
“We’re coming, Mamm.” Elizabeth picked up the few unbroken eggs she was able to gather from the barn floor and started toward the house. Thomas silently followed.
As they drew closer, Mary called out, “When you didn’t return with the eggs I became concerned. I thought I may have heard a commotion. Is everything all right?” Her eyes widened in alarm when she saw her daughter’s face in the lantern light. “Elizabeth, you look scared to death! What happened?”
Elizabeth kept shooting glances over her shoulder and staring into the shadows as she hurried up the porch steps to the safety of the house. As she brushed past her mother and entered the house, Mary shot a questioning look his way.
“Thomas?”
He cupped the older woman’s elbow with his hand. “Let’s go inside, Mary, where it’s warm. We’ll talk there.”
Without another word, Mary led the way. She set the lamp on the small wooden table inside the front door and followed the sounds of Elizabeth moving about the kitchen. Mary stood with Thomas in the doorway.
Elizabeth tried to appear calm and unflustered, but her hands shook as she tried to fill three coffee mugs without spilling any of the hot liquid, giving her away.
“Elizabeth? You’re frightening me.” Then she looked at Thomas. “What happened?”
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