Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

Thirteen
But if we hope for what we do not have,
we wait for it patiently.
R O M A N S 8:25
When Michael went out to do his morning chores, Angel headed up the hill
to the road. The faint trail Michael had cut with his wagon during his journeys
to camp markets was difficult to follow. On a road less traveled, Angel
was soon lost. Everything looked so unfamiliar, she was disconcerted. Was
she still walking in the right direction, or had she come full circle and was
back near Hosea’s homestead where she had started?
The sky was darkening, heavy gray clouds closing together. Angel pulled
the shawl more tightly around her, but the thin wrap did little to ward off
the chill in the air.
She headed for the mountains, reasoning that Pair-a-Dice was up there
somewhere, and heading that way gave her a better chance of reaching it.
Besides, going east would take her away from Michael Hosea. The farther
away from him, the better.
Things had changed between them. It wasn’t that he had finally had sex
with her. It was something else, something deeper and more elemental,
something beyond her understanding. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she
knew if she was ever going to call her life her own, she had to get away from
him. Now.
But where was the road to freedom? She hunted in vain.
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