The Amish Buggy Horse BOXED SET Books 1-3 (Amish Romance Book Bundle: Faith, Hope, Charity) (Boxed Set: The Amish Buggy Horse) by Ruth Hartzler Page A
Authors: Ruth Hartzler
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bell-like flowers, the vivid blue cornflowers and gentians, big, bright dahlias, masses and masses of creeping phlox in shades from subtle pinks to deep purples, the large, showy flowers of the begonias in every color imaginable, and petunias in every manner of color and pattern. The dusky pink and delicate looking but sturdy hellebores were her favorite. Nettie stood for a moment simply to marvel at Gott's creation.
Suddenly the hair on the back of Nettie's neck stood up, and she swung around to see what had caused this feeling of disquiet. Was that Jebediah Sprinkler over by the tomato plants? She could not be sure, and whoever it was had ducked away quickly behind a group of Englischer ladies.
Nettie had felt eyes on her, but had chided herself that it had been her imagination; after all, she was used to solitude and isolation. Being in a crowd of people would be expected to make her somewhat uneasy. Yet, she had distinctly felt that someone was watching her.
Nettie paid for her purchases and then struggled to carry all the plants and the packets of seeds out to the buggy. By the time she was half way to the buggy, she felt she would drop them all so placed them on the ground for a rest.
"Here, let me help you with those."
Nettie spun around to look into the kindly, blue eyes of Daniel. " Denki , Daniel, that's very kind." Nettie was glad that the words had come out automatically without so much as a quiver in her voice, as her insides were shaking from seeing Daniel Glick. His proximity made her nervous. Well, the sight of him alone was enough to make her nervous.
Nettie licked her lips as her mouth had run dry. As Daniel took the one remaining plant she was holding from her, their hands brushed and Nettie felt as if she had just been plugged into a generator. She stole a glance at Daniel and saw a slow flush travel up his cheeks. She wondered if he'd felt it too.
As they walked over to the buggy, Blessing turned his head and stared long and hard at the plants. "No, you can’t eat those, too," Nettie said. "You've done enough damage as it is."
Nettie turned to help Daniel put the plants into the buggy and saw he was looking amused. She instantly felt embarrassed for talking to the horse.
"What damage did he do?" Daniel asked causally.
"He got out of his field and also opened the gate into the herb garden. He ate all the sage as well as all the basil, and those are two plants that I particularly rely on," Nettie said. "Did he ever open gates at your farm?"
Daniel shook his head. " Nee , but I'm not surprised that he can."
"Why?"
Daniel smiled down on Nettie. "Oh, I don't think I've ever mentioned it. I found Blessing too. It was one day when Daed and I were removing an old fence on the far side of our farm. We didn’t know there was barbed wire on the bottom. Daed reached in and pulled hard and the barbed wire ripped his arm above his glove, making it bleed badly. I tore a piece off my shirt and bound his arm tightly, and was going to run to the barn to call the doktor , but at that very moment, Blessing appeared. He was trotting down the road with his driving bridle on, and the reins dangling around his legs."
"Where did he come from?" Nettie was intrigued.
Daniel shrugged. "I have no idea. All I know is, I jumped on him and galloped off to the barn to call the doktor . You wouldn’t think so from the sound of it, but it was a nasty wound. That’s why I called him 'Blessing.'"
"And you never found his owner?"
" Nee . I called the police; I told the bishop who contacted other communities - nothing. We even put a notice in the Die Botschaft , but no one ever came forward."
Nettie scratched her bonnet. "How strange. He surely can’t be an Amish horse then, if no one contacted you after reading the national Amish newspaper."
Daniel nodded in agreement. "That's what my familye and I thought. We figured he must be some sort of show horse, but it’s very strange that no one's ever looked too hard for
Suddenly the hair on the back of Nettie's neck stood up, and she swung around to see what had caused this feeling of disquiet. Was that Jebediah Sprinkler over by the tomato plants? She could not be sure, and whoever it was had ducked away quickly behind a group of Englischer ladies.
Nettie had felt eyes on her, but had chided herself that it had been her imagination; after all, she was used to solitude and isolation. Being in a crowd of people would be expected to make her somewhat uneasy. Yet, she had distinctly felt that someone was watching her.
Nettie paid for her purchases and then struggled to carry all the plants and the packets of seeds out to the buggy. By the time she was half way to the buggy, she felt she would drop them all so placed them on the ground for a rest.
"Here, let me help you with those."
Nettie spun around to look into the kindly, blue eyes of Daniel. " Denki , Daniel, that's very kind." Nettie was glad that the words had come out automatically without so much as a quiver in her voice, as her insides were shaking from seeing Daniel Glick. His proximity made her nervous. Well, the sight of him alone was enough to make her nervous.
Nettie licked her lips as her mouth had run dry. As Daniel took the one remaining plant she was holding from her, their hands brushed and Nettie felt as if she had just been plugged into a generator. She stole a glance at Daniel and saw a slow flush travel up his cheeks. She wondered if he'd felt it too.
As they walked over to the buggy, Blessing turned his head and stared long and hard at the plants. "No, you can’t eat those, too," Nettie said. "You've done enough damage as it is."
Nettie turned to help Daniel put the plants into the buggy and saw he was looking amused. She instantly felt embarrassed for talking to the horse.
"What damage did he do?" Daniel asked causally.
"He got out of his field and also opened the gate into the herb garden. He ate all the sage as well as all the basil, and those are two plants that I particularly rely on," Nettie said. "Did he ever open gates at your farm?"
Daniel shook his head. " Nee , but I'm not surprised that he can."
"Why?"
Daniel smiled down on Nettie. "Oh, I don't think I've ever mentioned it. I found Blessing too. It was one day when Daed and I were removing an old fence on the far side of our farm. We didn’t know there was barbed wire on the bottom. Daed reached in and pulled hard and the barbed wire ripped his arm above his glove, making it bleed badly. I tore a piece off my shirt and bound his arm tightly, and was going to run to the barn to call the doktor , but at that very moment, Blessing appeared. He was trotting down the road with his driving bridle on, and the reins dangling around his legs."
"Where did he come from?" Nettie was intrigued.
Daniel shrugged. "I have no idea. All I know is, I jumped on him and galloped off to the barn to call the doktor . You wouldn’t think so from the sound of it, but it was a nasty wound. That’s why I called him 'Blessing.'"
"And you never found his owner?"
" Nee . I called the police; I told the bishop who contacted other communities - nothing. We even put a notice in the Die Botschaft , but no one ever came forward."
Nettie scratched her bonnet. "How strange. He surely can’t be an Amish horse then, if no one contacted you after reading the national Amish newspaper."
Daniel nodded in agreement. "That's what my familye and I thought. We figured he must be some sort of show horse, but it’s very strange that no one's ever looked too hard for
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