Losing Joshua A Collection of Amish Romance
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An anthology of Amish romances where young women are challenged with obstacles in finding their lifelong love...In "Losing Joshua", Rebekkah is a young Amish woman who starts work for Sarah Miller, but soon develops an attraction for her son Joshua. The two soon become an item and a romance blossoms. But Joshua has a secret, having one foot in the Englisch world and one in the Amish. During a trip to the Englisch world, Joshua goes missing and Rebekkah is distraught. She journeys to the outside world but in trying to find Joshua will she lose herself?
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Losing Joshua A Collection of Amish Romance - Victoria Morton
GIFT OF THE AMISH
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NORA WELLS
Part I
Chapter One
The sky was ablaze. Fiery oranges, crimsons and pinks exploded into a spectacular light show above the treeline, almost a firework display of natural beauty. The dusk seemed to consume everything in its wake, as strange conundrum of tranquility and passionate rejuvenation.
Oh, Jacob, it’s lovely!
The voice behind him startled him from the fog which seemed to have overcome him and he turned to face the speaker.
It isn’t finished,
he sighed, gazing forlornly at the sight before him. His oldest sister, Dawn smiled and stepped forward, the shadows falling away from her innocent face.
You always say that,
she chided gently, joining her brother at his side. It is most definitely finished. What more could you possibly have to add? I do believe you are getting better with each piece.
Jacob chuckled and placed his paintbrush back onto the easel, wiping his hands against his smock.
Perhaps one day I will be a famous artist,
he joked but Dawn nodded seriously. I will look into the easiest way to chop off my ear.
"Leave your ears in peace. There is only one Van Gogh and there is only one Jacob King. I don’t know why you don’t bring them to market to sell. You would do well and heaven knows it will get Daed to eat his words if they prove lucrative."
I am not ready,
he replied and Dawn scowled, her fine features pressed into a tight line.
"How are you not? What are you waiting for? You are ready. You are only afraid of what Dat would say, she answered.
You must not let his harsh words into your head."
It was Jacob’s turn to frown.
"The matter has little to do with Daed, he retorted but even as he said it he knew it was untrue.
They simply are not good enough."
Hogwash. You are extremely talented and you should be sharing the beauty you create with the world. It is not fair to keep it secret. It is in our blood to share all the blessings bestowed upon us with others. This is your blessing to share. Our community deserves it.
"Dawn, a secret is something that is worth hearing. My painting is a hobby at best. Help me put this away before Daed comes in here and finds me. He won’t be as forgiving this time."
Dawn snorted contemptuously.
Forgiving? Is that what he’s been thus far?
she asked sarcastically but she hurried to help her brother with the huge canvas, careful not to touch the drying paints. Together the siblings moved the landscape to the back of the barn where Jacob had set up a makeshift room. Burlap sacks hung from ropes off the rafters, creating walls to protect his other pieces within but there were areas where water leaked dangerously close to Jacob’s work.
We are going to need to find you a bigger space, Jacob,
Dawn commented, looking about for a place to set down the work. And something more protective. This is hardly a place for a collection of artwork. It can easily get ruined with rain or mice. I will run and get more poison and find some buckets for these leaks.
Jacob laughed.
"Are you joking? I am lucky that Daed hasn’t thrown these out to make room yet."
He would never!
Dawn said shocked. His words are stern sometimes, yes, but he is proud of your talent, Jacob.
Although he did not reply, he was certain his older sister was wrong. His father was incessantly criticizing his art, oftentimes imploring him to quit.
You must forsake these foolish daydreams of becoming an artist,
Jeremiah King often told his son. It is not only that you are chasing fantasies which will never materialize but you are neglecting your duties around the farm. You owe it to your family to stop painting and focus on your life here with us.
To Jacob, the worst part of his father’s words was knowing that he was right. I must spend more time around the land and less time with a paintbrush in my hands, he told himself often but the thought would sink him into a depression and he would inevitably turn back to a canvas for placation. A sense of peace would steal over him as the horsehairs flew across blanks pages as if they were dancing to a rhythm he could not hear but feel in his soul. The results would be bright, happy pictures of their lush environment, captured as if taken by photograph. His mother and siblings seemed to be entranced by his creations but Jacob always felt as though something was lacking, some key element which he could never quite pinpoint nor depict. Yet somehow, his family never seemed to notice; except his father, of course. I am probably my own worst critic, well, next to Daed of course, he thought wryly as he followed Dawn out of the building. He gasped as he realized that night had fallen. It had been early afternoon when he had snuck away from tending the fields into the old barn which the King family used as storage since it had become worn with time and neglect. The barn is another thing in which I was derelict in upkeeping, Jacob thought as he looked at the crumbling structure. They had since built a new one, slightly bigger and more functional but Jeremiah never let his son forget that it was his fault that they needed to pay for building a new one. The fact that it was further from the house proved to be yet another irritant to Jeremiah.
I had asked you time and again to fix the rotten planks on the roof but no, you were far too busy with your head in the clouds, dreaming of Manet or Monet or whatever it is you busy your thoughts with. If you had just done what I had asked, we would have had a sturdy stable for years to come, not one overrun with termites and rot.
Jacob had taken the words to heart, guilt flooding him every time his father’s voice played in his mind.
Are you hungry, Fletch? I can warm you some supper,
Dawn asked him as they entered the back door of the house. "I was going to come for you when supper was ready but Mammi said to leave you be." Jacob was about to shake his head when he realized that he was famished.
Yes, thank you, Dawn. I must –
Where have you been?
A thunderous accusation interrupted his words and suddenly Jeremiah loomed before the siblings in his underclothes, arms folded angrily against his thin but muscular chest. Jacob drew back,