Debby Giusti - Amish Rescue

“Victor Thomin?” Levi asked.

“Yah.” Rebecca nodded. “He is a dangerous man. I do not know how Naomi could work so long in his house.”

“My sister helped Ms. Hazel, but she had nothing to do with Victor. Ms. Hazel lived alone back then.”

Sarah stepped from the alcove. “Your sister was the Amish woman Ms. Hazel mentioned? She misses Naomi.”

“We all miss her,” Levi admitted.

“I don’t understand,” Sarah said.

Levi pursed his lips and thought for a moment before responding. “Victor came home. She did not like being around him, but we fear something else could have happened because she left not only the job but also the area. We have not heard from Naomi since then.”

Sarah’s brow furrowed. “Did you go to the police?”

“The Amish in this community do not trust the Petersville police. It is commonly known that they can be bribed and bought. My datt would not have gone to them, except for his concern for Naomi’s welfare.” Levi’s voice took on an angry edge as he continued. “They were no help and said Naomi must have left for a better life among the Englisch.”

Rebecca patted his shoulder, offering support.

He nodded his thanks and then continued. “It was not what my father wanted to hear. We will not go to the police again. They do not understand our ways. Some say they are only interested in their own gain.”

“Victor told me the police were corrupt,” Sarah shared. “Although he is corrupt as well, so I don’t know if I can believe what he said. Still, my sister’s car was hijacked by men claiming to be police.” She quickly explained being sold to Victor and how Joachim had helped her escape today.

Levi was right, Joachim thought. The Amish did not trust the police, but Victor needed to be stopped by law enforcement. Perhaps Sarah would change her mind about notifying the authorities if she knew them to be honorable. Right now, she was exhausted and still traumatized by what had happened. Joachim would broach the subject again later. In the meantime he would do everything possible to keep her safe.

FIVE

Sarah appreciated the bath Rebecca drew while the men worked outdoors. The fragrance of the sweet-smelling soap she provided filled the air like a spring bouquet. Sarah stepped from the tub feeling rejuvenated and grateful as she slipped into the Amish dress Rebecca had provided.

“With a clean body, you must also have fresh clothes,” Rebecca stated as she instructed Sarah on how to pin the fabric and then adjust the apron around her waist.

“What about the bonnet?” Sarah asked.

“It is a prayer kapp. Amish women cover their heads when they pray.”

“But you wear it all the time?”

“This is true. We are always ready to pray when our head is covered.”

“I pray but perhaps not often enough,” Sarah admitted.

“The kapp will remind you to do so.”

Sarah thought of being in the closet as a child. The smoke had seeped under the door, making her even more afraid. God hadn’t saved her even though Sarah had prayed. Thankfully, Miriam had come to her rescue.

“Did you ever pray for something that didn’t come about so that you felt God refused your prayer?” Sarah asked.

“Gott does not refuse prayer, but sometimes that which we desire is not according to His will.” Rebecca sighed. “I told you that Joachim and I had a younger brother named Eli, who died in a buggy accident. My mamm prayed for him to live.”

“I’m so sorry about your brother.”

“As I mentioned earlier, it was Gott’s will.” Rebecca smiled ruefully. “This is what my mamm believes.”

“And your father?”

Rebecca’s face clouded. “My father does not blame Gott.” She hesitated as if weighing whether to say something else, then shrugging, she added, “He blames Joachim.”

Before Sarah could question her further, Rebecca picked up the white bonnet from where she had placed it on the dresser and handed it to Sarah. Earlier, she had pulled her towel-dried hair into a bun, and she now placed the bonnet on her head.

Rebecca stood back and nodded her approval. “You look like an Amish woman. Victor will not recognize you if he returns to talk to Joachim.”

Sarah’s stomach roiled thinking again of the hateful man who had held her against her will for too long. How could his mother, who seemed sweet and unassuming, birth a baby who would grow to be so vicious?

What had caused Victor to turn out so bad? She shook her head at the issues within families. Sarah’s oldest sister, Hannah, had left three years ago. Sarah had pleaded for her to stay, but Hannah said she had to leave. Sarah hadn’t understood her reasoning or why Hannah had never contacted them again.

When she begged her mother to reach out to Hannah and ask her to return home, her mother had shoved the request aside, just as she ignored anything that didn’t suit her. Sarah never understood how she could turn her back on her own child. Although too many times her mother had turned her back on Miriam and Sarah. At least Sarah had always had Miriam, but where was she now and would the two women ever be reunited?

* * *

The rain returned. Fat drops pounded the barnyard, and thunder rumbled overhead. Joachim and Levi hurried to finish the chores.

Glancing at the upstairs window, Joachim thought of when he had first seen Sarah. Had it been only a few hours since their eyes had connected at the Thomin home?

He followed Levi into the barn. The two men spoke little as they worked, but the silence was comfortable, and the physical labor relaxed the tension in Joachim’s shoulders. Some of his earlier concern about Sarah evaporated, and instead of confusion, he felt a sense of purpose and right order.

“Your father is a gut farmer, but he is getting old,” Levi confided as he paused for a moment to wipe his brow.

“Datt planned for Eli and me to work the land with him,” Joachim admitted. “Now he needs to find help. You are good to aid him, Levi.”

“I help only when he is not in town. He is too proud to take on another person the rest of the time.”

Joachim nodded. “Yah, he is proud.”

“He will be glad to see you.”

“You are good to give me comfort by your hopeful words, but I do not think my datt will welcome me home.”

Levi narrowed his gaze. “You come asking forgiveness, yah?”

“I do, but my father and I must both bridge the divide between us. I will walk halfway. I hope he will walk halfway, as well.”

“Sometimes the son must walk farther, especially if the father believes he is right.”

Joachim pondered Levi’s words while he added feed to the troughs and watched the horses eat the newly offered grain.

Levi might think his father would be open to Joachim coming home, but what if his homecoming brought back too many memories of what had happened? Maybe when he faced his father again, Joachim would discover that he had been foolish to think reconciliation was possible.

Once the horses were fed, the two men rolled up their sleeves and washed their hands and arms at the water pump, and then ran to the house as lightning split the sky.

Joachim opened the door and hurried into the kitchen ahead of Levi.

Rebecca stood at the stove, holding a pie that she had just pulled from the oven.

“The storm comes again,” he said as he crossed the kitchen to the towel hanging on a hook.

He dried his hands, then glanced up as Rebecca turned to face him. His heart lurched in his chest, sending a new wave of confusion over him. He stared openmouthed at the Amish woman.

Not Rebecca. The face he saw beneath the white kapp made his breath catch in his throat.

Sarah.

“Rebecca provided the clothes.” Sarah’s hand wrapped through the fabric of the skirt. “Your sister said Victor would not recognize me like this.”