Thrown to the Wolves: The Faith in Peril Trilogy, #1

By Holly Newcastle

Book 1 of "The Faith in Peril Trilogy”

The Glick children are precocious and exuberant, chasing rainbows and butterflies and living happily on their farm in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. But when five-year-old Jacob Glick wanders off into the woods, his sisters, Rebekah and Anna, are obliged to retrieve him. The siblings soon stray too far, as darkness falls, and they are lost.

Rebekah, the oldest of the children, is eighteen and ready to marry, although the man she has had her eye on is courting someone else. To her chagrin, only Daniel Stoltzfus has offered for her, but an incident in the past is the reason she is so determined to give him a wide berth. Never, under any circumstance, would she consider courting Daniel.

While lost in the woods and struggling to survive, the Glick children are forced to find food and shelter. Rebekah and Anna are tested not only mentally and physically, but also in their faith, as they are pushed to the limits of what they can endure. A danger lurks, stalking them, and, when they are attacked by wolves, it’s quick-thinking and luck that saves them, but the ordeal is far from over.

• Language: English
• Publisher: All Is Calm Publishing
• Release date: Aug 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386542995

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Chapter

1

Lancaster County,

Pennsylvania

1882

I lay in bed thinking about the evening to come, as twinges of anticipation raced through me. My mind spun at the thought of seeing Michael Esch tonight, thereby preventing sleep. I wished he would ask to court me. Being eighteen and eager to find a husband, I wanted a family of my own. A neighbor, Daniel Stoltzfus, twice asked to take me home after singing, but I detested him with a passion, refusing the offers. I felt certain my life would be complete if Michael courted me, and perhaps he

would

soon

.

My sister, Anna, and I shared a bed. I stared at her face, the flawlessness of her skin and her full, pink mouth, which was partially open. Her chest gently rose and fell with each breath. Though four years younger than me, I felt closest to her out of all my siblings. Ruth, who was barely twelve, slept across the room with Molly, a German shepherd mix, who took up most of the bed. The dog had lain on its back, with its paws across its chest, while the legs had fallen open. Poor Ruth had been forced to the edge, where she was in danger of falling off, but, despite the lack of space, she slept soundly.

I believe I know who you’re thinking of, Rebekah, but Daniel Stoltzfus would be a better choice,

said

Anna

.

I groaned inwardly. She wasn’t asleep after all. "Oh, please don’t

say

that

."

The Troyers had hosted church this morning. The barn accommodated the more than thirty families who attended the service, and we had borne the discomfort of the late August heat, sweating in the nearly stifling humidity. Lunch had followed, as we had eaten at long wooden tables, while dozens of conversations rang out. Once we had arrived home, everyone had taken to bed to rest, until the evening singing. The look of the shadows in the room, told us that we should wake and get ready. I awaited the singing with nervous elation, because the courting would begin afterwards, and I had my heart set on Michael Esch, who I secretly admired.

It’s only a suggestion, said Anna. If you want dull and docile, then pine away after Michael.

I’m ignoring that. I disagree completely.

Because you’re blind and stubborn.

"I’m ignoring that

as

well

."

I stared at the wood beams over my head that reached across to the other wall. My life had begun in this farmhouse, and here I had spent its entirety. My sister, Anna, and I had made yellow, paper stars years ago, hanging them from little nails. Only three remained, the paper having faded to white. This brought back sweet, happy memories of childhood and running around through the fields that surrounded our house. I stared at them now, while a slight breeze billowed the curtains, bringing with it hot,

sticky

air

.

"Do you think she’ll still

marry

him

?"

I glanced at Anna; relieved we had moved on to another subject. I don’t know. She referred to Evelyn Shetter, who had planned to marry Ira Chupp, but a farming accident had left him with a broken back, unable to use or even feel his own legs. She was by his side today.

I saw that. Anna arched, her arms reaching above her head, while she yawned. "I have to ask you something. What would you do if that happened to your intended? Would you seek another or marry him, cripple

and

all

?"

"I can’t

answer

that

."

"It should

be

easy

."

Nothing is ever easy. We’re all tested. Evelyn is being tested now. Her devotion has been brought into question. Everyone’s looking at her. They all want to know if she’ll leave him because he’s an invalid. He can’t walk. He won’t be able to manage a farm. I leaned near, whispering, Will he even be able to make children? I could speak plainly with Anna. We discussed everything, no matter how delicate.

"I was wondering

that

too

."

"How will they get on, if he

can’t

farm

?"

"People will help them, you

know

that

."

The community had already rallied around the couple, offering support—food and money—which was expected. That’s true, but … I know she wants children.

"What did the ‘English’ doctor say? Did you hear anything? Perhaps it’s just the legs. Maybe…other

things

work

."

I giggled, "For Evelyn’s sake, I hope so. I prayed for her,

you

know

."

As did I. I prayed for his recovery too, but it failed to happen.

But he’s alive. The fever is gone. There’s a miracle.

Yes. Anna lifted her head from the pillow, gazing at Ruth. That dog’s taken over the entire bed. Molly, who sensed we spoke about her, kicked a paw, and turned to her side, where she stared at us, her black eyes glinting. You silly dog. She sniffed the air in response.

I need to use the outhouse.

"

Me

too

."

I wonder if Mam and Dat are awake? I swung my legs off the mattress, my bare feet touching braided carpet. The dog, observing this movement, jumped from the bed, waking Ruth, who grunted.

What? She glanced at us, bleary-eyed. "What time

is

it

?"

Time to wake up, sleepy-head, I said. We don’t want to be late for the singing. It’s what I’ve been waiting for all week. We would return to the Troyer farm again, partaking in the festivities, which would go on well into the night.

Anna remained in bed, while Molly followed me from the room, her paws scratching against the wood floor. Walking down the dim hallway, I passed my parent’s bedroom. They had left the door open for the breeze. They lay on their sides, spooning together, Mam curled around the baby, and Dat behind her, an arm draped across her midsection. The three of them were like peas in a pod. My brothers, David and Jacob, slept across the hall behind the closed door of their bedroom.

The only sound in the house came from an old ticking clock, which had been in the family for generations. My Oma, whom I missed dearly, had the clock in her possession before she grew old and sold her farm. Molly and I wandered through the parlor towards the kitchen, located at the back of the house. I saw dishes drying by a large sink. Mam had covered the table with my favorite yellow cloth, which I had made as a child. Three apple pies sat in the center, waiting for us to bring them to dinner tonight. An image of Michael filled my mind. I could imagine him entering a kitchen similar to this and upon seeing the selection of pies, praising me for making them. Daniel Stoltzfus complimented Mam several Sundays ago for a cherry pie he had eaten, and she corrected him by saying I had baked it. A frown appeared on my face from the memory.

I reached for the door, holding it open for Molly, who scrambled down the wooden steps. The outhouse was across the yard, and I wandered over a stone path through the garden just before the small shack. Fluffy, white, billowing clouds had gathered, the sound of thunder booming in the distance. The threat of a late afternoon storm brewed. The dog sniffed at a row of vegetables, while I disappeared into the outhouse, the smell wrinkling

my

nose

.

Our farm encompassed hundreds of acres of corn and wheat, grown in neat rows. A dense forest that remained mostly unexplored bordered this. I preferred open spaces, and I adored the grounds around the house and the pond. My father managed the farm, aided by his twenty-one-year old son, David, my older brother. They worked long hours in the dust and heat, while Jacob, just turned five, helped where he could, although too young for hard labor. He helped tend the animals, and Mam put him to work in the garden, pulling weeds. She also kept him employed feeding the chickens and other

little

jobs

.

Emerging from the outhouse, I spied Mam, who stood in the doorway with Abe in her arms. You’re awake,

she

said

.

"

I

am

."

"We should ready

ourselves

soon

."

I know. Molly had wandered off; I glimpsed her tail swooshing in the distance, her body hidden by tall grass. I can take him, if you want. I held out my hands, and she gave me the baby, who cooed.

Thank you, Rebekah. She stepped onto the path, her blue dress brushing her ankles.

I gazed at Abe, whose face was plump and rounded. I could not resist kissing his cheek, while he squirmed in my arms. He smelled like almonds, sweet and delicious, his skin soft to the touch. Mam tried to have another baby for years, fearing she would not be able to have more. Abe’s birth had therefore come as a blessing to us. Anna and Ruth and I sometimes fought over who would get to hold him, as we all adored our new brother.

We had several barnyard cats, although Topper was the only one allowed inside the house, the cat having been domesticated years earlier. She sported greenish-yellow eyes, gray fur, and a white-tipped tail. I found her in the kitchen, lapping at a bowl of water, while voices echoed at the end of the hallway. Everyone was awake now. Even Mam had returned, breezing into

the

room

.

Did you sleep well? She undid her white kapp, revealing wayward hair. I need to tidy myself. She glanced at Ruth, who had approached with Anna. "Is David

up

yet

?"

No, said Ruth, pulling out a chair. I’m hungry.

Me too,

said

Anna

.

"We’re going to supper soon. You’ll just have

to

wait

."

Ruth eyed the pie. I wish I could eat this now. It smells very nice. She leaned in, sniffing.

Mam pursed her lips. Don’t touch it, she said sternly, but humor glinted in her eyes. "I’ll be cross if any bits and pieces are missing. You may have pie after supper. We had a big lunch. There’s no reason why you can’t wait a little longer

to

eat

."

My father, a tall, lanky man, appeared, finger combing his messy hair. Scratching his beard, he smiled, the edges of his eyes crinkling. Did we oversleep?

Not at all, said Mam. "But we should get

ready

soon

."

I had taken a seat with Abe in my lap, while Jacob ran into the room. Dat snatched him up, lifting him off his feet. Where are you going in such a rush? My brother squealed happily, while Mam grimaced at the noise.

Where’s Molly? asked Jacob. Where’s the doggie?

She’s outside,

I

said

.

Where we should be. Dat flung Jacob over his shoulder. To the outhouse. He swatted his bottom playfully. We’ll bring her back with us. He strode towards the door, while Jacob shouted with delight.

Mam held her face in her hands.

I asked, Does your head ache again? Prone to terrible pains at times, the effects debilitating, she would often shutter herself away in a dark room until it passed.

No, I’m well. She smiled longingly. They’re just loud. It was peaceful before.

Abe fussed then. I kicked up a knee, bouncing him gently. I thought Bishop Graber might be the cause of your pounding head. I was teasing, as we all knew how long-winded and dull his

sermons

were

.

He wasn’t as bad today. He’s been worse.

A clap of thunder registered, rumbling over our heads. Anna went to the door to look out. "It’s going

to

pour

."

Mam had begun to undo her hair. "Someone needs to wake David. He’s been sleeping long

enough

now

."

I got to my feet. I’ll do it. I needed to change my clothes before

we

left

.

I’ll go with you. Anna stood by my side, glancing at Abe. "You should give him to Ruth. She can

manage

him

."

I’ll take him, said Mam. He’s in need of a feeding anyhow. She cradled the baby in her arms. Just wake David, please.

Anna and I were now free to leave.

My brother had been baptized a few hours earlier. This was the result of months of instruction, culminating in full membership in the Old Order Amish church. I had gone through the process nearly a year ago, choosing to submit to the Gmay for the rest of my life, as I could not imagine living any differently. I had not struggled with the decision like my brother had. We had worried David would not find his way, because he had gone through a rather wild phase, Mam saying often, "Manche Jungen sind so wild." She complained about how wicked and wayward his friends in the district were. He had taken to smoking tobacco and racing buggies with friends in the neighborhood. The final straw had come when he had purchased a harmonica, learning to the play the instrument, which was strictly verboten. Dat had drawn the line then, threatening to toss him from the house.

Anna and I took to the stairs, the hallway even darker now, as the sun had dipped behind the trees. The wind had picked up and a flash of lightning streaked before an open window.

It’s nearly here, said Anna, reaching for the sash, which she lowered.

I’ll wake David. I stood before the door, not wanting to open it without knocking. I had once burst in on him, catching him changing, which had embarrassed us both. I rapped on the door. "David! Wach auf! We’re

going

soon

."

"Ja," was his reply.

I turned to Anna. I need to change.

It had been stiflingly hot in church. The barn had offered little ventilation, and I had sweated through the dress. After singing tonight, there would be the possibility of courtship, and I had hoped Michael Esch might finally ask to court me. I felt it imperative I appeared as presentable as possible just in case this happened.

I closed the door to the bedroom, while Anna pulled open a drawer. The wind gusted and rain splashed against the windowpanes. It’s coming down hard now, said Anna. It sounded like there might be hail as well. "What color are you wearing? The mauve

or

blue

?"

Blue.

"I’ll wear the

other

then

."

Being nearly the same size allowed us to share dresses. I’m eager for the singing.

Me too. She struggled with her apron; the sash was tangled.

I had undressed, washing with a cloth dunked in water from a bowl that stood upon a dresser. "I need to

clean

up

."

The room’s furniture consisted of two beds and a set of oddly matched drawers. These came down to us from previous generations. What sort of furniture would Michael’s family give him? Rumor had it he was clever at wood making. I could imagine our house filled with lovely pieces of furniture he had painstakingly crafted. Anna and I had sewn our quilt by hand, from various scraps of cloth. The pattern was a work of art, and it had taken more than eight months to complete. The design consisted of dozens of squares surrounding multi-colored leaves. We had already begun a new one, with an even more ambitious pattern.

The storm had brought in dark clouds, which dimmed the light of the room further. Anna lit a lamp, frowning, while searching through a drawer. "I hope that dress isn’t on the

clothes

line

."

My mouth fell open. "Oh, dear! We’ve left everything hanging in

the

rain

."

The wind howled, the sound whistling over the rooftop. Well, it’s too late now. It’ll all have to dry again. I’ll find something else to wear. I’ve a clean dress or two … somewhere.

"This can’t be good. The roads will flood, and the horses

will

fuss

."

It’s moving quickly. It’ll be over by the time we leave.

"I

hope

so

."

She pulled out a dress, holding it up