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Looking over at the gathering, Daniel saw that more than one man and woman had noticed them standing together. He was damaging her reputation.
“You need to walk away from me right now.”
“I think not.”
He tried again. “People are going to talk.”
Lela shrugged. “People talk no matter what. I’m used to it, anyway.”
The young woman—likely barely twenty—was beautiful. She had on a pale blue dress, her kapp covered shiny brown hair, and her cheeks were plump and pleasing. Added to that, she was proper and sweet. Her dark brown eyes also seemed to see more than most anyone else.
Unable to help himself, he asked, “Why would you be used to people talking about you?”
“Because of my cousin, of course.”
He still wasn’t following. “I’m sorry?”
“You know who he is, right? My cousin was Brandt Showalter. He’s the boy everyone said you killed.”
Shelley Shepard Gray writes inspirational and sweet contemporary romances for a variety of publishers. With over a million books in print, and translated into more than a dozen languages, her novels have reached both the New York Times and the USA TODAY bestseller lists. Shelley’s novels have also been featured in a variety of national publications.
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Before writing romances, Shelley taught school and earned her bachelor’s degree in English literature and later obtained her master’s degree in educational administration. She now lives in southern Colorado near her grown children, walks her dachshunds, bakes too much and writes full-time.
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Amish Fugitive
Shelley Shepard Gray
For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.
—1 John 3:20
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
—Amish Proverb
For Tom, who not only walked through a corn maze with me but didn’t blink an eye when I decided to see if it was actually possible to hide in one, too.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Epilogue
Excerpt from Buried Threat by Susan Gee Heino
Chapter One
September
Daniel Darrel Miller had stayed at the luncheon as long as he’d dared. Against his brother Abram’s wishes, he’d attended the church service at the Zooks’ house. It wasn’t like he’d had much choice. If he hadn’t gone, everyone would say that he was just as bad as they’d thought he was.
He couldn’t afford to make things worse for himself than they already were. Within the first ten minutes, however, he’d regretted his decision.
Though no one had attempted to make him leave, it was more than obvious that he wasn’t welcome. Even Abram and his wife, Sylvia, had kept their distance, as if they’d needed to prove to everyone in their church district that, while they were good enough to give him shelter, they didn’t much want to have anything to do with Abram’s younger brother.
Making things worse, Abram had cast several dark looks in his direction when the three-hour Sunday service was over. It was clear he wanted Daniel to leave.
That stung, though Daniel reckoned he shouldn’t be asking for more than Abram had already given him. With their parents gone to Heaven and their sister Violet in Indiana, his brother hadn’t had much choice about what to say when both a lawyer and Daniel himself had called to ask if he could stay with them for a spell. Just until Daniel got back on his feet.
Unfortunately, it was very apparent that Abram and Sylvia were counting the hours until Daniel walked back out of their lives. If their situations were reversed, he might even feel the same way.
Deciding that there was only so much a man could do to repair damage that had taken years to develop, Daniel knew it was time to go. The moment he finished the sandwich, potato salad and apple that had been provided, he got to his feet, carefully set his plate and fork in the dish tub provided and forced himself to go over to where Isaac Zook was sitting. The man was with Bishop Joe Schlabach and Elam Borntrager. The three of them were in deep conversation, and common courtesy demanded that he wait until they were finished before he approached. Five minutes turned to ten and then fifteen. More and more people cast sideways looks in his direction. He could practically feel their disdain for him grow.
He really wished he could leave.
Unfortunately, common courtesy also demanded that Daniel thank the host of Sunday’s service before he left. Even though he felt as if every single person in the vicinity was looking at him in disapproval, he moved near the trio.
When he came to a stop in front of them, all three men grew silent.
“Jah?” Isaac said after a second’s pause.
Daniel glanced at the bishop. Drawing strength from the kind man’s encouraging expression, he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation, Isaac. I only wanted to thank you for your hospitality.”
Instead of thawing, the man looked even more ill at ease. “There’s no need for you to thank me. I’m only doing what is expected. Each of us must host services twice a year.”
He’d been put in his place. Trying to think of an appropriate response, Daniel stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Yes. Well...” His voice drifted off as his mind went blank. What in the world was the appropriate response, anyway?
When the strained silence lingered, Isaac turned away. Elam Borntrager, on the other hand, continued to stare at him as if he was an unwanted rodent in their midst.
The rejection hurt, but it was no less than he expected. Furthermore, it wasn’t as if Daniel could blame him. It was because of Daniel that Elam had lost his nephew.
Taking comfort in the fact that he’d mastered a carefully blank expression, he stepped back. Obviously there was nothing more to say.
Just as Daniel turned to go, the bishop spoke.
“Did you enjoy the service, Daniel?”
“I did.” Well, he had as much as it had been possible. The morning’s service had included Bishop Joe and Preacher Josiah reading several verses from Deuteronomy. Each verse had cautioned each person to be obedient to the Lord.
It had been a harsh set of sermons to listen to, especially since he had felt as if half the congregation was glaring at him the entire time.
Bishop Joe smiled slightly. “Walk in peace, Daniel.”
“Danke. You, as well.”
Relieved that both the service and his duty were over, Daniel turned and walked past the rest of the tables. And the group of women sipping coffee and gossiping next to the tray of cookies. And the batch of preschoolers chasing each other, each one laughing with greater exuberance than the last.
Only when he reached the end of the drive did he feel like he could breathe freely again. Realizing that he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat—something that hadn’t happened since his first few months in prison—he paused to inhale deeply.
“Are you all right?”
Startled, he turned on his heel. There, standing off to the side of the driveway, partly hidden by the Zooks’ mailbox, was Lela Borntrager.
Lela was studying him with a look of concern. After meeting her gaze, his mind went blank. They’d crossed paths just a few days after he was released from prison. He’d gone to the farmers market and had practically knocked Lela over when he’d turned a corner too quickly.
Unfortunately, he’d then managed to make things worse, since he’d been afraid to reach out to steady her balance but also afraid to simply stand and watch her stumble. He’d eventually grabbed her elbow. The assistance had been a few seconds too late but had helped Lela regain her footing.
Then she’d thanked him.
He’d been so struck by her sweetness, he’d continued to grasp her arm. After another five seconds passed, he’d jerked his hand away like his fingers were on fire.
When he dropped his hand, she’d smiled. That smile had been so pretty, he’d felt his whole being settle into place.
After that moment, he’d somehow kept seeing Lela around town.
Today was no different.
Embarrassed by his reaction, he looked down at his feet.
But instead of finding fault with that, she stepped closer. “Daniel, are you having trouble breathing? Do you need a cup of water?”
Her voice was like fairy dust. Or like spun sugar. Or anything else that was too fanciful to be real and too hard to ever hope to obtain. “Nee,” he said at last. His mouth went dry. Had his voice just squeaked?
Confusion filled her brown eyes. “No, you aren’t having trouble breathing, or no, you don’t need a cup of water?”
“No to both.” Realizing that he sounded rude even to his own ears, he cleared his throat. “I mean, nee, but danke. I am fine.”
To his surprise, Lela looked disappointed. “Oh. Well, I am glad about that.”
When she didn’t move away, he told himself to turn and start walking. But for some reason, he simply couldn’t do it. It had been a really long time since he’d received so much kindness.
Of course, on its heels was another bout of worry and self-loathing. She shouldn’t be around him, let alone sharing a private conversation. People would talk. After one second turned into two, then three, he said, “What are you doing out here, Lela?”
She lifted her chin. “Why shouldn’t I be here?”
“Because everyone else is gathered together on the Zooks’ lawn. Don’t you want to be with the rest of the group?”
“Not especially.” A hint of a smile lit up her face. “Mei parents like to stay as long as possible after the luncheons. I’m always ready to relax at home, though. It’s the Lord’s day, ain’t so?”
He nodded. Lela wasn’t wrong. Sundays were a day of rest. At least, they should be, he supposed. Of course, when he got home, he would clean the house for a while. Then he would likely go to the dawdi haus and clean that, too. It was not only expected, it was the least he could do. He owed his brother for taking him in.
Lela shifted. Folded her arms across her chest. “You sure don’t say too much, Daniel. Have you always been that way? Or did you learn to be quiet in prison?”
Tossing out his resolve to remain carefully stoic and distant whenever she was near, Daniel gaped. “I can’t believe you said that.”
A line formed between her brows. “I’m sorry. Would you feel better if no one ever mentioned your time in Mansfield? If so, I won’t bring it up again.”
Now he just felt foolish. As if never speaking about his past was going to somehow make it go away. “I didn’t say you shouldn’t mention prison. I was just surprised.” When she simply stared at him, he added, “It don’t really make a difference to me one way or the other.”
“No?”
“It’s where I was, whether folks mention it or not.”
Lela seemed to think about that for a moment before replying. “That’s how the past is, don’t you think?” she mused. “No matter how hard one might try to paint it a different color, it’s always with us.”
“I reckon so.” Looking over at the gathering, Daniel saw that more than one man and woman had noticed them standing together. One pair of women were staring at Lela curiously. He was damaging her reputation.
“You need to walk away from me right now.”
“I think not.”
He tried again. “People are going to talk.”
Lela shrugged. “People talk no matter what. I’m used to it, anyway.”
The young woman—likely barely twenty—was beautiful. She had on a pale blue dress, her kapp covered shiny brown hair, and her cheeks were plump and pleasing. Added to that, she was proper and sweet. Her dark brown eyes also seemed to see more than most anyone else.
Unable to help himself, he asked, “Why would you be used to people talking about you?”
“Because of my cousin, of course.”
He still wasn’t following. “I’m sorry?”
“You know who he is, right? My cousin was Brandt Showalter. He’s the boy everyone said you killed.”
Though what she said was correct, the bold statement still stung. He took a step backward. “Not everyone says that. I was acquitted.”
Looking pained, she reached out and clasped his hand. “I know you were. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to sound as if I didn’t know that. I... I get tired of everyone talking in circles and half-truths so I sometimes speak a bit too freely at times.”
He stared at their hands. Her skin was soft and smooth. And cool. She wasn’t gripping him. No, it was more like she sought to give comfort.
Goosebumps appeared on his arm. Daniel could almost feel his pulse quicken, too. All from just one innocent touch. He was embarrassed by his reaction, but he supposed he shouldn’t have been. After all, this was the first time a woman had touched him in years.
“Lela?” Charity Borntrager’s voice was clear and piercing. “Lela, what in the world are you doing?”
Looking stricken, Lela dropped her hand. “My mamm is heading our way. I’m so sorry, Daniel. I’ve got to go.”
“I know you do.”
He might be an innocent man who’d been framed for another man’s murder. He might be attempting to reinvent himself and be seeking respect from his peers, but in the end, Lela was right. His past was always going to be with him.
Even if he hadn’t shot the gun that had killed Brandt, he’d held it. And while Brandt had wanted to try new things during his rumspringa, he wouldn’t have gone to the party if Daniel hadn’t taken him. He’d even allowed Wyatt Troyer to speak to Brandt privately when he knew that was a dangerous thing to do.
So, yes. Yes, Lela really did need to stay far away from him. His reputation was too bad. He’d done too many things—both in prison and out—to deserve her sympathy.
When Lela remained where she was, still gazing at him like an avenging angel, Daniel knew what he had to do.
Without another word, he turned down the main road and started walking as fast as he dared. He needed to put as much distance between himself and Lela Borntrager as possible. Not just because of who she was and her relation to Brandt.
But because of the man he was now. In most ways, he simply wasn’t fit for company.
Chapter Two
“Lela, when will you ever learn?” her mother muttered under her breath as she wrapped her hand around Lela’s elbow and pulled her closer to her side.
Lela allowed herself to be pulled, but her patience with her mother’s need to treat her like a wayward child was wearing thin. She didn’t like being yanked around, and she was really too old to be receiving a lecture on the side of the road.
Pulling her arm away, she lifted her chin. “When will I learn what, Mamm.”
With a sigh, her mother dropped her hand as she visibly attempted to regain some decorum. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Of course she did, but that didn’t mean she was going to give credence to it. “Perhaps.”
“Perhaps?”
“Mamm, I’m too old for you to be carting me around. I’m still not even sure why you came out to find me.”
“You know why. Besides, I didn’t have to hunt for you, the entire congregation saw you standing with him.”
Lela had also mastered the art of looking at her mother directly in the eye whenever she began a lecture. It made Mamm uncomfortable, which usually caused her harangue to be far shorter than she intended.
Her eldest sister, Anna, had once chided Lela for being so brash. Lela had paid her no mind, though. As far as she was concerned, their mother’s penchant for delivering long, fiery lectures accompanied by the shaking of her children’s elbows wasn’t very nice, either.
All that was why Lela took another step backward just in case her mother attempted to grab her again.
Mamm clasped her hands together.
Glad she wasn’t about to be sporting another set of bruises on her arm, Lela smiled. “Did you need something, Mamm?”
“Do I need something? You know I do.” Her mother’s dark look turned thunderous. “What I need is an explanation.” She held up a hand when Lela was about to play dumb. “And don’t you start pretending you don’t know what I’m referring to.”
