Gabriel’s Bride Chapter 1

The Lord was testing him. It was as plain as that.

Gabriel Fisher sat down on the bed, its quilt pulled up and neatly tucked in. She hadn’t even slept in it.

He looked at the note in his hands as if seeing it for the first time. From downstairs, he could hear the sounds of the boys stirring around, arguing over who was going to eat what, too impatient in their hunger to wonder where their sister was.

Gone.

He crumpled the paper, not needing to read the words again. Not able to read them through the tears welling in his eyes. His daughter was gone. She had left, wanting to see what the English world could offer her. She wanted to go to school, help animals, make more of herself than she could if she stayed in Clover Ridge.

He raised his eyes toward heaven. “Where did I go wrong, Becca?” He dipped his chin and shook his head. “I did the best I could.”

He rose, his joints popping, his heart breaking. He felt old.

His baby girl was gone.

He tossed her goodbye note onto the bed, then retrieved it again, smoothing it back flat. He’d keep it. It might be the last he heard from her. At least for a while.

Quietly, he shut the door behind him when he really wanted to slam it to expel the growing remorse, regret, hurt, and anger that boiled in his gut.

He wanted to run after her, get in his buggy and scour the county. But she was long gone. Probably already in Tulsa. Staying with strangers.  Or at least with people she knew but were strangers to him. Englischers. Too many places she could go in a car. He’d never find her.

He took a deep breath at the head of the stairs, held it in. Let it go. Then started down.

His oldest bu, Matthew, stood in the middle of the kitchen, hands propped on his hips. He surveyed his brothers as if he wasn’t sure if he should intervene or walk away.

In that moment, Gabriel realized that Matthew was next. Steady and true, Matthew would turn sixteen next year and get his taste of the English freedoms.

Halt!”

He hadn’t meant to raise his voice quite so much, but there it was, and it was effective. Simon who had been holding the remains of last night’s pie above his head to keep it away from leaping David and bouncing Joseph stopped his own jumping and stared at his father. All three of them turned as if they were only just now aware that he was anywhere near.

Samuel quietly sat at the table waiting on someone to stop their nonsense and feed him. Poor child. He hadn’t been the same since Katie Rose had moved back in with the folks, but that was customary while she and Zane Carson were courtin’. But this…this would set Samuel back even more.

Gabriel took a couple more steps into the room, his boys still watching him closely. They knew something was wrong. Their sister had not been about this morning cooking and laying out their clothes. There was no coffee brewing, no boiled eggs to eat on the way to the barn to jumpstart their morning chores. No Mary Elizabeth.

“Sit down.” He nodded toward the table. There were chores that needed done. Cows to milk, eggs to gather, horses to feed, but they needed to know first.

He waited until they had all settled themselves into their seats before he started. He took a deep breath. Carefully avoiding the empty seat where his dochder should have been, he looked at each of them in turn. “Mary Elizabeth has gone.”

Matthew’s eyes widened as if he understood but could hardly believe what he heard was true. He alone remained silent; the other buwe began speaking at once, talking over each other but asking the same questions: “Where has she gone?” and “When will she be back?”

Gabriel shook his head, refusing to answer. “Now go do your chores. I will make breakfast, and we will not speak of this again.”

They hesitated, but only for a heartbeat, then the sound of their chairs scraping the floor filled the room. They trudged out the back door, their faces reflecting their unasked questions. But they all knew better than to push him.

All but Matthew.

His oldest sohn remained seated, his green eyes so like Gabriel’s own filled with concern and dismay. “Dat?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“There are horses to feed, Matthew.”

“She’s not coming back, is she?”

Hearing the words spoken out loud nearly broke his heart in two. But he had to push the pain aside. He had to remain strong for all of them. “The horses, Matthew.” His voice came out gruff and hoarse and not at all like it had the day before.

Jah, Vatter.”

Gabriel dipped his head as Matthew pushed his chair back and rose from the table. He didn’t watch as his son reluctantly followed his brothers outside to complete the morning chores.

Instead, he closed his eyes and uttered a small prayer for her safety and wellbeing. His Mary Elizabeth was smart, but unaccustomed to the ways of the Englisch. He could only hope wherever she was that she was safe and protected from the temptations which made up the outside world.

With an aemen and a sigh, he rose from the table and started breakfast.

****

About noon time, Gabriel came out of the barn, drawn back into the sun by the jingle of a horse bridle and the creak of a buggy. He blinked a couple of times to right his vision as Zane Carson, the fancy reporter who was bound to marry Gabriel’s sister, Katie Rose, pulled his buggy to a stop.

Goedemiddag,” The Englisch man turned Amish greeted, jumping down from the buggy and smacking his horse affectionately on the rump.

For a fancy city boy, Zane Carson had adapted to the Plain ways as if he had been born to them. Yet the bishop had his reservations about allowing him in, making him wait over a year before he could begin classes to join the church. Amish folk leaving the district was more likely than the fancy joining up. With Gideon marrying his own Englicsh bride… well, two Englicsh asking to join in the same year had the bishop as wary as a fox.

Thoughts of leaving brought Mary Elizabeth’s desertion back to the front of his thoughts. He sighed and pushed them back. She was in rumspringa. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t return. She hadn’t joined the church. She wouldn’t be shunned for testing Englicsh waters, but she was his little girl, and he worried about her. Hadn’t known that she was so unhappy with the lot God had provided for her that she felt there was more to be found in the world.

Wie geht?” he asked his sister’s intended.

Gut, gut,” Zane Carson said, with a dip of his chin. “Deacon Esh sent me. Katherine Yoder passed in the night.”

Gabriel tsked and shook his head. What was it about the night that so many things turned for the bad?  “Terrible sad, that. Katherine was a gut woman.”

“That she was. Uh, the deacon wants you to accompany him to the funeral.”

“Me?”

Zane Carson shrugged. “I’m just the messenger.”

Unsaid was the truth that Old Ezekiel Esh for all his obedience to God and heavenly aspirations was something of an odd duck. A little like Katherine herself. It would do no good to question him on the matter. Compliance was the surest way to discover the method of the old man’s thoughts.

The more logical choice would have been Zane Carson himself, since he had moved in with the deacon, seeing after his farm while waiting for permission to become a part of the community.

No doubt Old Zeke had a motive, but Gabriel would only find out when the old man wanted him to know. Even though Katherine Yoder’s house was no longer in their district, the deacon would naturally attend the services to pay his respects to the family.

“The funeral will be next Tuesday.”

“Is there anything else he needs from me?” There was a mighty lot to do when a body went on to the Lord. With her niece Rachel being her only kinfolk around, Gabriel expected the responsibility of the district would be far greater than normal.

“That’s all he said.”

Gabriel nodded, his mouth pulling down into a thoughtful frown.

“You alright?” Zane’s deep brown eyes studied him closely. The man was shrewd to a fault.

He didn’t want to talk about it, but soon everyone would know, and there would be no hiding from it. Gabriel sighed. “Mary Elizabeth left last night.”

“Left?”

Jah.”

Zane blinked once as the meaning sunk in. “She left.”

“That’s what I said.” Gabriel hated the harshness of his tone, but Zane Carson didn’t seem to notice.

“I would have never thought she would—”

He was a gut man, his sister’s intended. With any luck and the Good Lord’s grace, Zane and Katie Rose would be allowed to marry soon, maybe even as early as June. Though most Amish waited until after the harvest to speak vows, the couple was understandably anxious to start their life together.

“Nor did I.” Gabriel shook his head and stared out over the pasture. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to Mam and Dat just now. I need to be the one to tell them.”

Zane gave an understanding nod of his head. “Should I tell them you’ll be around for supper?”

With five kids to feed and acres of wheat to tend to… “Jah. Supper sounds like a fine idea.”

****

There was just so much to do.

Rachel Yoder looked around her, eyes darting from one chore to the next. The supper dishes still needed to be put away, her bed needed to be made, Aenti’s bed needed to be stripped, sheets and bed clothes washed and hung outside to dry in the fresh spring sunshine. There were funeral clothes to ready.

The thought of the funeral brought tears to her eyes, tears that she fought with all of her being. She didn’t have time to cry; there was too much to do.  Aenti surely wouldn’t want her crying. Katherine Yoder believed her life had been lived for the Lord and peace awaited her on the other side. She was happy and joyous at the transition, and Rachel knew that she would want her to be as well.

Rachel sniffed back the tears and smoothed her hands down her black everyday apron.

There was just so much to do.

She turned toward the stairs, thinking of stripping the beds and washing all the sheets. But the house would need to be scrubbed from top to bottom. Aenti may have been a different sort, but she had lived in these parts since she was a child. Her kind hearted neighbors and members of the surrounding districts would surely come say a final farewell. It was the Amish way.

Maybe she should get the clothes ready first.

Rachel placed her hand on the banister thinking of her aunt’s dresses. What dress should she pick for her aunt to wear? There was nothing white in her closet as far as Rachel knew. Katherine Yoder had never been married. Still she would have a fer gut apron somewhere about. Maybe something made especially for the occasion.

Chills slid down her spine. She hoped not. How sad for her aenti to stitch a garment knowing that it would be the last thing she would wear.

“Miss Yoder?”

She stilled her footsteps, spinning around at the call of the voice.

The nice Mr. Evans stood near the front door, with his Englisch haircut and kind smile. Rachel wondered if that was what got him this job of driving around and retrieving the dead, for his smile alone was sweet enough to calm a family’s grief.

Jah?”

“We’re ready to go now.” He flashed her that gentle smile.

Rachel dipped her chin, her throat too clogged to speak.

“We’ll have her back by Monday.”

Hopefully by then she would find someone to dig the grave. Maybe locate help in sewing the necessary white funeral clothes. Round up a few willing souls to assist her cleaning efforts. “Danki,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome.” Mr. Evans smiled again.

Rachel turned away unable to watch as they loaded her only relative in Clover Ridge into the fancy hearse-car. They would bring her back soon enough, embalmed, though not entirely necessary by state law, but needed just the same. The process would buy Rachel a few more days’ time to gather her resources and lay her aunt to her final rest.

She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and continued up the stairs.

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