Homespun Bride

128 Homespun Brideyou said you’re no longer much of a praying man.Why?”“It’s complicated, like most things.”“Yes, faith is complicated. I wrestled with it for awhile after the buggy accident.”“I imagine so. It’s hard to understand why Godwould let someone as gentle and kind as you be blind.”Always kind and gentle, that was Thad, too. Shehadn’t realized how much she’d missed him. “I’velearned to accept it.”“Seems to me that would be awful tough.”“It was for a while, but I’m blessed in so manyother ways.” That was a dark time she tried not to thinkabout. She had learned to accept. “Whatever you’restruggling with, you should never let anything comebetween you and God.”“Don’t you go trying to bring me back to my faith.I’ll find my way, don’t you worry.” His footsteps retreated.“Tell the maid I’ll be out in the stables if Robertshould need the doc again.”“Thad?”“What is it, darlin’?”“There is one thing you could do for me. There’s asorrel mare in the corner box stall.”“I know the one. She’s a sweet thing. If I don’t missmy guess, she’ll be foaling in a week or two.”“Would you keep a careful watch on her? Solitudeis special to me.”There was a moment of silence. “Then you cancount on me.”Was it her imagination or were his words heavy withregret? Or was it sadness? She listened to his stepsfade and the kitchen door whisper shut. Even if she sat