month.”
Ma patted his arm. “Everything will be fine, Hendrick. Go, with my blessing.”
Had all the women in his life gone crazy? Suddenly they wanted to run all over the country and thought nothing of the risk.
“But what if something happens?” he said, not quite able to spell out the possibility that they could be killed in a wreck. “We’re all you have. Except Peter, of course, but that’s not quite the same.” Peter was just a foster son. He could leave at any time. Hendrick and Anna were blood. Nothing could break blood ties. That’s why a man needed his own children.
“Peter will take good care of me.” Ma patted his arm again. “You two will be in the Lord’s care, and that’s all the assurance any of us have. Wherever you go, I know God will be with you.”
Ma’s words reminded Hendrick that he hadn’t told her about the possible job with Curtiss Aeroplane. Rather than escort two women to Montana, he should be headed to New York to present his engine design to a company that could pay a lot of money for the right to produce it. If ever he had a way out of this foolish trip to Montana, this was it.
He licked his lips. “What if I go to New York?”
“New York?” Ma’s brows puckered. “I thought you wanted to help Mariah drive to Montana.”
He struggled not to show any emotion at the mention of Mariah’s name. Ma still harbored hope they’d get back together, no matter how many times he told her it was over. “I’ve got a chance to sell my engine design to Curtiss Aeroplane. Jack Hunter is having his old mechanic put in a word for me, but I need to go to New York to present the plans to their engineers.”
“Is that what you truly want, Hendrick?”
He did. Or at least he thought he did. “Yes, Ma.”
She bit her lip, and her eyes filled with tears. “Then pursue your dream, dear. Don’t let anyone stop you.”
“I’ll take care of you, Ma. They’ll pay more than I earn here at the garage, and Peter can help out around the house.”
“I understand.”
Anna caught her breath. “Does that mean you’re not going with us to Montana?”
Hendrick felt the tug of responsibility. Judging by her muted reaction, Ma didn’t want him to take the Curtiss job, but doing so would ensure that Anna stayed safely at home. She would hate him, but she’d be safe. “That means I need you to stay here with Ma.”
“Stay here?” Anna’s eyes filled with angry tears. “How could you? You did this just to ruin my life. I hate you. I hate you.” Then she ran inside and slammed her bedroom door.
Hendrick watched in silence, his gut a tangled knot.
Ma touched his arm. “Don’t fret, dear. She doesn’t mean it.”
“I know.” And he did know, but it still hurt. “It’s tough being the one in charge.”
Ma softly murmured a protest. “God’s the one who’s in charge. Pray on your decision, Hendrick. He’ll give you the guidance you need.”
Trouble was, Hendrick couldn’t hear the answers above the din of everyone’s conflicting needs.
“I’m going to take a walk,” he grumbled and headed out to find some peace.
Mariah held her tongue until Felicity took Luke upstairs for bed.
“I’d like to see the river,” she announced to her brother, rising from her chair. “Will you show me the way?”
Of course she remembered how to get to the river, but she needed to talk to Gabe away from the parsonage.
She silently followed him across the expansive backyard. Any wind had vanished, and the evening descended with a golden haze and the croak of bullfrogs. Once Gabe closed the backyard gate behind them, she let loose. “How could you? You know Hendrick and I had a falling-out. Traveling with me for a month is the last thing he’d want to do.”
Gabriel whistled a few notes. “Seems to me he said he’d go.”
“Naturally he did, once you forced him. What could he say? You certainly manipulated that little scenario your way.” Every word only made her angrier. The air was thick and cloying. The last bit of daylight barely filtered through the trees. She felt trapped.
“I manipulated him?” He tsked audibly. “Seems to me Hendrick Simmons is a grown man with a mind of his own. He made a decision. The fact that I happen to agree with him doesn’t make me manipulative.”
Normally, Mariah kept her emotions in check, but Gabe and Hendrick had sent them catapulting out of control. “Why can’t you accept that I can do this myself? The fewer people involved, the better. You said so yourself.”
“Hendrick’s a good, honest man. You can’t deny that.”
She couldn’t.
“I trust him to keep the secret.”
“And Anna?” Mariah pointed out. “Do you feel the same way about her?” Even as she said the words, she recalled that Anna had been infatuated with Gabe when he first arrived. A shy girl then, she’d pined for him and must have suffered when Gabe chose Felicity.
“She’s a good girl,” Gabe said softly, “and has grown up a lot since you last saw her. Yes, I have faith in her.”
Mariah sighed. He was not going to let her out of this. “You know how difficult this will be.”
“I know, sis, but you’ll manage. You always do.”
They’d reached the river, flowing gently at this season. To the left, mostly out of sight, a footbridge crossed to the other side. In the low light, the water below looked black and endless, but once they’d climbed down to the water’s edge, it turned silky green.
“I’m afraid, Gabe,” she whispered as they made their way to the rocky sandbar that was exposed this time of year. She wasn’t just afraid for Luke or all the problems that might happen on the trip, but for her heart. The old longing had returned with a fierceness she hadn’t expected, but a life with Hendrick could never be. One impossible obstacle still loomed between them, and his remarks tonight confirmed that it was still there. He wanted children of his own. Children she could never give him.
Gabe hugged her shoulders. “I know.”
Her shoes scrunched against the stones, sinking in slightly as they made their way to the center of the sandbar. They both looked downstream. For years she’d watched over Gabe, making sure he was all right. Now their roles were reversed. He was trying to take care of her. She bit her lip to stem the tide of emotion.
“It’ll turn out all right,” Gabe said with another brisk hug. “It always does for those who love the Lord.”
The corner of her mouth twitched at that reminder. “Are you preaching to me?”
He bent and picked up a stone.
