Authors: Gilbert Morris
The High Calling
© 2006 by Gilbert Morris
Published by Bethany House Publishers
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Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
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Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
Ebook edition created 2011
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ISBN 978-1-4412-7061-0
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Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
Cover illustration by William Graf
Cover design by Josh Madison
To Leonard Owen—
The Good Book says, “There is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.” I haven’t had too many friends like that, but I’m proud to have you, Len. Thanks for being my friend!
CONTENTS
3. “Never Trust a Limey on a Coon Hunt!”
6. “For the Rest of Our Lives”
14. “I Shouldn’t Have Come Here”
CHAPTER ONE
Out of the Past
“Michael, you stop that!”
Katherine Winslow was deluged with a pail full of soapy bath water that struck her square in the face. She wiped her eyes, then grabbed one of the three youngsters who were laughing and wrestling in the tub. “Michael, you deserve a spanking for that!”
“I ain’t Michael. I’m
Temple.
”
“I should’ve known it was you. Now you three rinse yourselves off and don’t you dare throw any more water on me!”
Temple grinned at her impudently. “You’re gonna have to take a bath anyway before we leave for the fair, ain’t ya? I was just helpin’.”
Kat bit her lip to keep from laughing. She could not help but think how her five-year-old half brothers were so different in behavior while physically as alike as three peas in a pod. The triplets had been a trial for her father, who was somewhat old to be raising young children. If it had not been for the steadiness of their mother, Missouri Ann, the boys would no doubt have perished.
“Why did you think it was me?” Michael demanded.
“I don’t know. I just called out the first name I could think of.”
“Well, I’m the oldest, and I ain’t mean like Temple is.” Michael was indeed the oldest of the three boys, being some ten minutes older than Samuel—who was approximately an hour older than Temple. Michael always maintained that
his seniority enabled him to make the decisions. Samuel, the quietest of the three, rarely argued with this, but Temple, a rebel through and through, would argue with a signpost.
Picking up the pail that had just been emptied on her, Kat turned the water on and began rinsing the boys off. When they were all relatively free of soap, she ordered them out of the tub, handing them each a towel. “Now, dry yourselves off.” As she watched, a smile tugged at her lips. There was something inherently amusing in three redheaded, blue-eyed boys looking so much alike. She had helped raise them and knew firsthand what a great effort that was.
The bathroom door opened and a large woman with black hair accented by one broad silver streak and snapping black eyes came in. “Aren’t these young’uns dressed yet?”
“Aw, Ma, it’s Michael’s fault! He had so much dirt it took this long to get him clean.”
Somehow Missouri Ann Winslow had no trouble telling her three sons apart. “You would blame it on your brother, Temple. Now you hush up and get into these clothes.”
Missouri Ann turned to her stepdaughter with a smile. “You look like you got in the tub with ’em, daughter.”
“I might as well, Mom.” Kat laughed and ran her hand over her sopping hair. She shook her head and smiled ruefully. “It’s like giving a bath to three yearlings—only not as easy.”
“You go on and get dressed. I’ll take care of these rascals.”
“All right, but get them out of here so I can take my own bath.”
Missouri Ann glanced back at her stepdaughter as she herded the boys out. “You sure aren’t going to get much of a vacation here this summer. You’ll be itching to go back to that college right soon. You won’t be getting much rest, but you’ve already been a heaven-sent blessing to me!”
“This is such a nice change of pace after studying so hard all year, and you know how I enjoy the boys.”
After Missouri Ann had shut the door, Kat quickly drained and refilled the tub. She undressed and climbed in, soaking in
the luxurious quiet and thinking of how close she had grown to her stepmother. Her own mother had died when she was ten, and when her father had married Missouri Ann Ramey, many had said the marriage would fail. Lewis was much older than his wife, and she was almost his exact opposite in temperament. She was an outspoken Christian who witnessed to everyone she met and had visions and dreams, which to everyone’s surprise, except the family, seemed to come true.
Kat lay down flat in the tub and lifted her legs in the air, toes pointed at the ceiling. She had been looking forward to the Georgia State Fair for weeks and could hardly believe the day had finally arrived.
I hope Hercules wins that blue ribbon tomorrow. He deserves it. He’s the most beautiful Black Angus in the state.
She quickly finished her bath. She removed the stopper and watched the water as it swirled in a miniature whirlpool, something that always fascinated her.
She got out and dried off and then made her way to her bedroom. She took her time getting into her pale blue cotton dress she had laid out. It had a scalloped white collar, three-quarter-length sleeves, and a high waist cinched in by a white belt. As she fixed her hair and put on her makeup, her mind was on the fair, which was always the high point of the Winslows’ summer. “Lord, I’d appreciate it if you’d let Hercules win that blue ribbon!” she prayed aloud and then grinned at herself in the mirror. She completed her ensemble with a pair of white patent-leather shoes and a cloche hat with the brim turned up.
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Clint Longstreet, Kat’s brother-in-law and the family’s farmhand, tugged at the harness on the massive Black Angus steer, but it was like trying to move a mountain. “Come on, you ornery critter!” he muttered between gritted teeth. “Get in this here trailer before I build a fire under you!”
“Why, Clint, I’m surprised! You can’t even load a bull onto a trailer.”
Clint turned to see Kat, who had come up behind him. He had watched her change from a scrawny tomboy into a tall beauty. She was five-foot-ten, with a mass of tawny hair and large, clear gray-green eyes that dominated her features. Her wide mouth, high cheekbones, and squarish face were strong rather than exceptionally feminine.
“You look good enough to go to church, Kat. Shame to waste that new outfit on nothin’ but a state fair.”
“I’ll wear it to church Sunday. Here, let me get Hercules into that trailer.”
Stepping back, Clint watched as Kat stepped up beside the massive steer. The beast tried to lick her face, but she jerked her head away and laughed. “No, you can’t do that, Hercules. Now come along, boy. Up into the trailer . . .”
Hercules was as docile as a kitten with Kat, who had raised him from the time he was able to stagger around as a newborn calf. Clint admired Kat tremendously. She was a fine athlete who enjoyed playing softball, basketball, and many other sports—including football. Once she had argued with Clint that she ought to go out for the high school football team, but he had told her father about her plan, and her father had talked her out of that!
She moved easily, and Hercules followed her up into the trailer. She stood with the animal for a moment, one arm around his neck and the other hand getting a thorough licking. “You’re going to win that blue ribbon tomorrow. You hear me?” Turning, she came down off the ramp. “He’s going to win, Clint.”
From where they stood on the porch, Lewis and Missouri Ann Winslow could easily hear her words. Lewis was not a large man and did not look his sixty-three years. His hair, once brown, was now pure silver, but his dark brown eyes were as clear as ever. He had lost his first wife in 1927 and never thought to marry again—but Missouri Ann had burst into his life almost with the violence of a hurricane. Now he put
his arm around her and hugged her. “You know, Missouri, I think tomorrow’s going to be a hard day for Kat.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t think it’s hit her yet that Hercules is going to be made into steaks. She’s made a pet out of him. I told her not to do it, but you know how she is—stubborn as a blue nose mule.”
Missouri Ann put her arm around Lewis and held him. She was slightly taller than he and heavier built, but that had never been a problem for either of them. “She’ll grieve herself a spell, but I reckon she’ll handle it.”
“You’ve done a good job with her, honey.”
“Why, she didn’t take much raisin’. You know she talks all the time now ’bout finding out God’s will for her life. I think that’s wonderful.”
“That’s your doing. She got her Bible training from the right place. Missouri Ann Winslow’s Bible College.”
She smiled at his teasing. “Well, she’s a fine young woman, and God’s going to use her.”
Lewis’s eyes were on his daughter. He thought about what a difference Missouri Ann had made coming into his life when he had almost given up. “You know, I think my favorite verse of Scripture is the one in Proverbs that says, ‘Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing.’” He leaned over and kissed her, which surprised her. He was affectionate enough in private but usually was somewhat restrained in public.
“Well, I’ve got a verse that’s not in the Good Book but it ought to be—‘She that findeth a husband findeth a real good thing.’”
