Rachel's Garden (23 page)

“I wish I knew what to do,” she murmured as the goat nuzzled her hand.

She wanted to hang on to her anger against Gideon, but she couldn’t, not after he’d risked his life to save Becky. And if what he’d said kept Becky off any more high beams, maybe it was worth it.

She leaned her forehead against the pen’s upright. Daadi had used Becky’s misdeed as an argument to again urge her to sell the farm and move home. It had been hard to maintain her position that she could handle the farm and the children by herself when Becky had just risked her life that way.

“You’re lucky, Dolly She patted the little Nubian’s side, feeling the life that moved within. ”Your babies will be content with milk and loving. They won’t worry you and make you doubt yourself.”

Dolly just gazed at her, seeming happy to hear her voice no matter what she said.

Once, her babies had been like that. No longer. Now every day they seemed to give her fresh reason to wonder if she knew what she was doing.

She stood slowly, her hand resting on the pen. She should get the clothes hung. She turned, but a sound from the barn brought her up short. A sound—like a footstep—in the barn she knew to be empty at this time of day.

She paused for a moment, staring at the barn door. She could go and call Gideon. She glanced his way. He was up on the windmill again, hard at work.

Calling him down was foolish. She was just scaring herself with this talk of someone causing accidents.

Besides, hadn’t she been trying to reassure herself that she could manage things herself? Well, here was a chance to prove it.

The barn door stood slightly ajar. She went to it quickly, before she could change her mind, grasped the handle and shoved it open, letting sunlight pour inside. Not a creature moved. Dust motes swam in the shaft of light.

But she’d heard something. Or someone. She took a step forward. “Who’s here?”

For a moment her voice echoed in the stillness. Then someone moved, coming from the shadows into the light. She blinked in surprise. Thomas Carver. The dairy owner. What was he doing here?

“Mr. Carver.” She found her voice. “I’m surprised to see you. Were you looking for me?”

“Yes, well, not exactly.” He gave an unconvincing smile. “Truth is, Mrs. Brand, I wanted to have a look around before I talked to you about my offer again. Sorry. I guess I should have asked permission before coming into your barn.”

There was nothing she could say to that but yes, and he knew it, so she said nothing.

He came toward her, still smiling. “Well, anyway, I hope you’ve had a chance to think about my offer. Seemed to me that maybe you’d have come up with some questions about it.”

If he’d come for that reason, he should have come to the house. “I really don’t have any questions.”

“You sure? Anything at all, I’d be happy to explain it to you. That’s only fair. You can ask anyone you like to go over the paperwork for the lease.”

“I’m not ready to go into it just now, Mr. Carver. I thank you for your interest, but I haven’t decided yet what I’m going to do.”

“You shouldn’t wait too long, you know.” He moved closer, almost uncomfortably so. “The offer won’t stay on the table indefinitely. I’m ready to invest now, but if your place isn’t available, there are some others in the valley I could make an offer on. I just thought of you first, because I knew how hard it must be for you, trying to stay on here with your husband gone and all.”

She took a step back. “I will just have to risk your finding another property that suits you, I’m afraid.”

“Now, you ought to think this through.” Again he moved closer to her. “I know how you Amish like to deal with each other, but you won’t get a better offer than mine.”

He was so near that the scent of him filled her nostrils. She stepped back again, tension like ants crawling on her skin.

“Rachel?” A tall shadow bisected the shaft of sunlight. Gideon stood in the barn doorway. “Is there a problem?”

“Everything is all right.” Now. She hoped her relief didn’t show in her voice. “Gideon, you remember Mr. Carver.”

“It is gut to see you,” Gideon said politely, although he didn’t sound happy.

“Zook.” Mr. Carver gave a short nod. “I have some business with Mrs. Brand, so if you’ll excuse us—”

“We are finished, I think.” She moved quickly to the doorway, and Gideon stood aside while she passed through and out into the sunshine. “I appreciate your coming, Mr. Carver.”

The man had no choice but to follow her out of the barn. He stood for a moment in the doorway, hands on his hips, and then stepped outside.

Gideon moved out behind him and stood quietly, his gaze not leaving the other man.

“I can bring those papers over sometime this week, Mrs. Brand. Just give them a look-see.”

“I will let you know if I want to talk about it any further.” She turned to Gideon. “Mr. Carver is interested in buying or leasing some of the land and the dairy herd.”

The Englischer nodded. “Just stopped by to have a look around today. See if Mrs. Brand had any questions.”

“I did not see your car, Mr. Carver.”

Gideon made the observation quietly, but as he said it, Rachel realized how odd it was. Carver didn’t seem the type of man to go anywhere on foot.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to have a walk along some of the boundary lines. Just checking things out. I left my car down the road.” He gave Gideon a speculative look. “I see you’re here to build a windmill for Mrs. Brand.”

“He is also here as a friend.” Rachel said the words firmly. Perhaps it was best that the man see that she was not without people to advise her.

“Well, you consider my offer, now. Remember, it won’t stay on the table forever. You’d better decide pretty soon if you don’t want to be left stranded.”

“Thank you, Mr. Carver.” She kept her tone polite. She didn’t want to encourage the man to haunt the farm pestering her for an answer, but she didn’t want to discourage him entirely, either. “I will think about what you have said.”

“Good.” He nodded to her, ignoring Gideon. “I’ll hope to hear from you soon, then.”

He walked off down the lane. Gideon made no effort to go back to his work, but stood watching until Carver disappeared around the bend in the lane. They heard the sound of an engine, and a moment later a pickup truck pulled out onto the road and sped away.

Rachel turned to Gideon. “Why did you come to the barn? Didn’t you think I could handle Mr. Carver on my own?”

That came out more sharply than it should have. She had a feeling she was snapping at him just because she’d been so relieved to see him there.

Gideon leaned against the barn door, probably to ease his leg after climbing and standing so much. Because of her. “I did not know that Mr. Carver was here, Rachel.”

“Of course not.” She took a breath, consciously trying to relax her tense shoulders, unclench her hands. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t kind of me.”

“No need to be sorry. I wasn’t trying to pry into your business.” He gestured toward the windmill tower. “From up there, I couldn’t help but see you staring at the barn. You stiffened as if—well, as if something wasn’t right. When you went in and didn’t come back out right away, I thought I should check.”

That was natural. She should be grateful, instead of feeling that Gideon, like everyone else in her life, was trying too hard to manage things for her.

“Denke. I appreciate your kindness.” She frowned. “It was odd, I think. Carver not letting me know he was here.”

“He’s made you an offer, you said?”

She nodded. She’d avoided telling Gideon about it once before, and the same reason held now. Gideon was so intent on doing what Ezra would want. She already knew what he’d say about the possibility of her making such a drastic change.

Still, their relationship had changed since that day. Gideon was already too involved in what went on here to keep him in the dark about this.

“This offer he talked about—he wants to buy the dairy herd outright, and then rent the barn and the pastures from me. That way, I could keep the house and as much land as I need for my own use, and the rest would be bringing in money for me and the children without the worry of the animals.”

“And you are thinking about doing this?”

Something about his even tone raised her hackles. “I know what you will say, Gideon. You want everything to stay just as it was when Ezra was here, but—”

“No, Rachel, that is not what I would say.”

“It’s not?” Her voice lifted with surprise. “But I thought—”

“Maybe once I would have said that.” He seemed to be looking inward. “All I could think was that I had to make amends to Ezra. I couldn’t seem to see any further than that. Now—well, now maybe I am seeing him a little more clearly.”

He was quoting her own words back to her, she realized. Maybe that meant he was moving out from under the suffocating cloud of guilt that had burdened him. If so, she was glad.

“Ezra would never have imagined a situation in which you’d be going on without him.” His voice was flat. “We both know that.”

He was right. She did know that. “Ezra never let himself worry over what might happen. That’s not a bad thing.”

“I didn’t mean that it was. I’m just saying that trying to think that he would want this or that is fruitless. All we can really be sure of is that he would want what is best for you and the children.”

“Ja.” She felt lighter, as if something had lifted from her, too. “You think that I should take Carver up on his offer?”

“I would not go that far.” Gideon was cautious, as always. “Maybe just that you might consider it. If you’re going to go ahead with the nursery business, you need to keep enough land for that. This might be better than taking Isaac’s offer and selling out entirely.”

“The People would not look on it favorably, if I did business with an Englischer instead of one of us.” Carver had been right about that, if nothing else.

“Then one of our people should make you the same offer, before they judge your actions.”

“Isaac would never understand. Or forgive.”

The word dropped between them.
Forgive.
They both struggled with that, didn’t they? Forgiving each other, forgiving themselves.

Forgiveness was never easy. Maybe that was why it was so important.

“I don’t know the answer to that, Rachel. It may be that Isaac will not forgive any choice but the one he wants.”

“Ja.” That was certain sure, but wasn’t doing what was right for her family more important?

“One thing that I think about Carver’s offer—” Gideon paused, his gaze focused on the lane where the man had disappeared. “He is yet another person who might want you to decide that the farm is too much for you. And who might do something to force you to that decision.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

M
ary
put one block too many on top of the huge tower William had been constructing with the children, and it collapsed with a satisfying clatter. Mary giggled, not a bit sorry, while William groaned nearly as loudly as Joseph did.

William grabbed Mary, tickling her. “Schnickelfritz,” he exclaimed. “You did that on purpose, ain’t so?”

She just giggled all the more, clutching him around the neck.

Joseph’s lower lip came out. “Mammi, Mary did that on purpose. Onkel William said so.”

William exchanged glances with Rachel as he set Mary back on her feet, and he seemed to sober with an effort.

“I was teasing, that’s all. Komm, let’s pick up the blocks.”

Rachel suppressed a smile. William went from playing as if he were one of the young ones to being the serious adult, but she suspected he didn’t do it easily. Playing with them was more to his taste than enforcing any rules, much as he might try.

“It is time to clear up anyway,” she said. “Becky and I will finish up the supper dishes while you do that.”

“Not so soon, please, Mammi,” Joseph protested. “I want to play with Onkel William some more.”

“Not now,” William said. “Now you must do as your mamm says. And I must get home to bed myself, so I can be back here early to tend the cows.”

Amazing, that William could talk to the children without stammering at all, but could barely get out a sentence among adults. When he finally fell in love, would he find that with his special girl there would be no stammering either?

Rachel paused in the doorway long enough to be sure there’d be no more grumbling from Joseph. Then she and Becky headed back to the kitchen sink.

“Onkel William likes to play games,” Becky observed as she picked up the dish towel.

“I was just thinking that myself.” Rachel plunged her hands into the warm, soapy water. “Ach, he is not so very older than you, ain’t so?”

Becky nodded, wiping a plate with careful circles of the towel. “He is not very much like Onkel Isaac.”

“No, I guess not.” Was there disapproval of either of her uncles in that? Rachel hoped not. “Brothers and sisters are sometimes alike and sometimes very different from each other.”

“Onkel William is more like Daadi, I think.” Becky set the plate on the counter and took a cup from the rack. “Daadi liked to play with us, too.”

The towel might as well be tightening around her throat. “Ja, he did.”

William came in from the living room, silencing whatever else Becky might have said about her father. Would she ever know? Did she want to?

She wiped her hands on a dish towel as she turned to William. “Denke, William, for playing with the little ones. You are a gut onkel.”

He colored, ducking his head. “S-s-supper was a fine meal. You were kind to invite me.”

She’d probably said too often how much they owed him, so she just patted his sleeve. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ja.” For a moment he hesitated, as if he’d say more. Then, perhaps thinking better of it, he went out, the door banging behind him.