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  She’s seeing him with new eyes...

  By reclaiming her independence...

  did she find someone to lean on?

  When Amish schoolteacher Caroline Schwartz needs assistance while recovering from an accident, Ben Yoder isn’t her first choice for a personal aide. In fact, with Ben’s dark past, most folk in Riverton avoid him! But as he helps Caroline care for her orphaned cousins, she wonders if everyone has misjudged him. Could Ben be the key to the familye she never imagined she’d find?

  “Don’t let go, Seth. Reel him in!”

  Ben helped the boy hold the fishing pole as Mary ran over to watch her brother.

  Together, Ben and Seth alternatively tugged and reeled until the trout was safely onshore. Once the catch was secure, Seth grinned wide and held the fish up high.

  “Look! I caught one!” the boy crowed.

  Seth laughed out loud, and Caroline could only stare at him in wonder. It was the first time she’d heard such a happy sound come from the boy.

  Ben turned and looked at Caroline from over his shoulder. His eyes twinkled with merriment as he pushed his black felt hat back on his head. Then he did something that both startled and delighted her. He winked and mouthed a single word to her.

  Victory!

  Caroline nodded, unable to contain a smile of satisfaction. Yes, she couldn’t agree more. They’d had a great triumph today. Both children were happy. So was Caroline. Because, for a short time, she’d been able to pretend that this was her familye.

  Leigh Bale is a Publishers Weekly bestselling author. She is the winner of the prestigious Golden Heart® Award and was a finalist for the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and the Booksellers’ Best Award. The daughter of a retired US forest ranger, she holds a BA in history. Married in 1981 to the love of her life, Leigh and her professor husband have two children and two grandkids. You can reach her at leighbale.com.

  Books by Leigh Bale

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  Colorado Amish Courtships

  Runaway Amish Bride

  His Amish Choice

  Her Amish Christmas Choice

  Healing Their Amish Hearts

  Her Amish Chaperone

  Men of Wildfire

  Her Firefighter Hero

  Wildfire Sweethearts

  Reunited by a Secret Child

  The Forest Ranger’s Child

  Falling for the Forest Ranger

  Healing the Forest Ranger

  The Forest Ranger’s Return

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  HER AMISH CHAPERONE

  Leigh Bale

  Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

  —John 14:27

  This book is dedicated to Shana Asaro,

  Melissa Endlich and Diane Parkinson.

  Thank you for supporting and believing in me.

  You transformed my heart and mind and made me a better writer.

  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

  Dear Reader

  Excerpt from Child on His Doorstep by Lee Tobin McClain

  Chapter One

  Caroline Schwartz didn’t dare take her eyes off her feet. If she did, she knew she’d fall flat on her face. At the age of nineteen, she should be able to run past this crosswalk on Main Street without even thinking about it. But after the buggy accident that nearly took her life, it was amazing she could walk at all.

  Thankfully, there wasn’t much traffic in the sleepy farming town of Riverton, Colorado. Caroline’s progress was slow. She gripped the handles of her elbow crutches and inched forward, taking several shuffling steps. The plastic sack of pencils and notepads she’d just purchased from the general store swung easily from her fingers. Pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she concentrated on every step and vowed she would one day do this again without the aid of crutches.

  Ignoring her aching muscles and joints, she lifted her feet higher. The black asphalt emanated heat she could feel even through her plain Amish shoes. But she didn’t mind. At least it wasn’t snowing. She welcomed the dry August sunshine that beat down on her white organdy prayer kapp.

  The accident last January had crushed her pelvis and broken both her legs. And what had followed had been a long, depressing winter. She’d spent several months in the hospital with her legs and hips in traction, followed by weeks of excruciating physical therapy. The doctors hadn’t given her much hope of walking again, but she’d proved them wrong. Ignoring the screaming pain, she’d diligently pushed herself to stand and move her legs. Finally, she’d graduated to elbow crutches. And walking across the street today on her own power was a tremendous victory. It meant she could resume her teaching assignment at the Amish school next month and wouldn’t be a burden on her familye any longer.

  It meant freedom and independence.

  The narrow sidewalk extended past the general store but ended just a few feet beyond the post office. If she could make it there, her aunt Hannah would help her to the buggy. Caroline had insisted on walking to the store alone today, but she was tired now and desperately needed to sit down.

  The sudden blaring of a horn startled her and she jerked her head up. Two glass headlights and the shiny silver grill of a brand-new black pickup truck stood no more than twenty inches away. She lifted her gaze higher and saw Rand Henbury glaring at her from behind the tinted windshield. Rand was the eighteen-year-old son of the richest Englisch rancher in the area. Two of his Englisch friends sat in the truck beside him.

  Vroom! Vroom!

  Rand revved the engine impatiently and honked the horn again. In her haste to get out of the way, Caroline lost her balance and tumbled to the ground in a giant heap. Her crutches clattered around her and she cried out as small rocks dug into her knees and the palms of her hands. As she struggled to push herself up, she heard Rand and his friends’ raucous laughter.

  A feeling of absolute fear coursed through Caroline’s veins. The night of the buggy accident rushed over her in dizzying horror. With perfect clarity, she recalled every sickening sound of smashing wood and the screeching of her broken horse. When help finally arrived, the poor animal had to be put down. And when she’d awoken in the hospital, Caroline had been beyond grateful they didn’t shoot people, because her body was just as shattered.

  Not twenty minutes before the car struck her buggy, she’d seen the driver yelling and throwing things in the general store. Such a temper was alien to Caroline and her Amish people. They were pacifists, adhering to Jesus Christ’s teachings to turn the other cheek no matter what. She’d hurried to her buggy and was on her way home when the man had come upon her in his car. Because he’d been in a drunken rage, he’d been driving too fast and couldn’t stop his vehicle in time. But Caroline had learned firsthand why anger and violence were to be shunned. And even though it had happened eight months earlier, it felt like it was happening all over again. Right now.

  “Schtopp! Waard e bissel.”

  She heard the Deitsch words behind her but couldn’t turn to see who was s peaking. Strong hands lifted her and she stared into the face of Benjamin Yoder, her Amish bishop’s recalcitrant nephew from Iowa. As she faced her rescuer, Caroline wasn’t sure if she should be grateful or even more frightened.

  Rumor haunted Ben’s name. Hushed whispers claimed he had killed a man seven years earlier. That was why he’d moved here to Colorado. To escape his dark past. And though he was a member in good standing of the Gmay, her Amish community here in Riverton, she couldn’t trust him. Not ever.

  “I have you. It’ll be all right now.” His deep voice sounded soft, sympathetic and soothing.

  He spoke in Deitsch, the language of their people. And as he carried her across the street, Caroline felt absolutely safe in his arms. Then she reminded herself who he was and who she was—and she wanted away from him as fast as possible.

  With her out of the road, Rand revved the engine of his truck and surged forward. The vehicle accelerated, disappearing around the corner with a squealing of brakes and a smattering of gravel.

  Breathing hard, Caroline had no choice but to wrap her arms around Ben’s neck. He carried her as if she were light as a baby bird. Beneath her hands, she felt the bunching of his solid muscles and remembered all the stories that surrounded his name.

  Violent! Killer!

  He was everything Caroline loathed. She’d heard all the gossip. Standing at six feet four inches tall, Ben weighed around two hundred pounds, all of it muscle. He was large and strong and Bishop Yoder called him Big Ben, with good reason. Though everyone in their Amish community kept their distance, the men included Ben in their work projects because he had the strength and stamina of three men. But he never complained. In fact, he was inordinately quiet and kept mostly to himself. He’d become an asset to their Gmay, especially when they were building a new house or barn. But just like the drunk driver who had struck Caroline’s buggy and almost killed her, she believed Ben had a foul temper. And she wanted nothing to do with a man like him. No, nothing at all.

  As Ben reached the sidewalk, she caught his open expression. He was ruggedly handsome, with a lean jaw and blunt, stubborn chin. His nose was slightly crooked, as if it had been broken before. Though she was almost as afraid of this man as she was of Rand Henbury, she saw nothing in Ben’s gaze but sympathy and concern.

  “Please don’t tell the bishop about this. Please!” she whispered to him, fearing she might be deemed incapable and lose her teaching position at the Amish school.

  Ben met her gaze, a sober expression on his face. And then he did something that caused her to catch her breath. He winked.

  “As you wish. Don’t worry. It’ll be our little secret,” he said.

  She stared at him, stunned from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Did he really mean it?

  “Caroline!” Aunt Hannah called.

  Too late! Aunt Hannah and Sarah Yoder, the bishop’s wife, came running out of the post office. Cliff Packer, the town’s Englisch postmaster, joined them. No doubt they’d all seen what had happened. There would be no way to keep it secret now.

  “Geht es dir gut?” Sarah asked.

  “Ja, I’m all right. There’s nothing to worry about,” Caroline reassured them all, but her voice wobbled slightly.

  “What happened?” Aunt Hannah asked.

  Caroline tapped Ben’s sturdy shoulder. “Please, put me down.”

  He did so, setting her on a wooden bench. As he drew his large hands away, she was cognizant of his promise. Too many people had seen what had happened to keep it private, but she was impressed that Ben had been willing to try. And though she knew he was prone to violence, she wondered if he was a man of his word.

  He stood back, not saying anything. His straw hat shaded his clean-shaven face, and she could no longer see his expression. He looped his thumbs through the black suspenders crisscrossing his blue chambray shirt, looking like the very tall, plain Amish man he was. And yet, Caroline sensed there was so much more to Ben Yoder than what she’d been told. Though her senses were on high alert, her curiosity demanded she know more about his past. To understand what was behind his quiet exterior. What had made him angry enough to kill another human being? But she wouldn’t ask. For one thing, it wasn’t her business. And for another, never again could she take chances with her life. She wanted away from Ben. And fast.

  “Can we please go home now?” she asked her aunt.

  Hannah picked up the two crutches, her face creased with a stern frown. “Of course. I told you it was too soon for you to go traipsing off around town on your own. You should have let me accompany you to the store. I don’t see how you’ll be able to teach school this year. You still need lots of help.”

  The scolding stung. But Caroline knew her aunt meant well. Hannah was a kind woman and her words stemmed from fear, not cruelty. Over the past months of Caroline’s rehabilitation, Aunt Hannah had been there for her all the way, without a single murmur of complaint. And it was because of her aunt that she even had a teaching position here in Riverton at all. They’d both come from Ohio and had always been quite close.

  But although Caroline laughed off her aunt’s concerns, she had her own misgivings. She still couldn’t walk very well and wondered how she could effectively teach the Amish children on her own. Back east, there were many children packed into each Amish parochial school, so they usually had at least two teachers. But that wasn’t the case here in Colorado where the Amish community was quite small. They only had one teacher and Caroline was it. No wonder the bishop had told her the day before that he was going to assign an assistant to help her. But she wasn’t happy at all when he informed her that her new assistant was going to be Ben Yoder.

  “Don’t worry so much. The kinder will be there to help me. And I’m gaining in strength every day.” Caroline spoke with a confidence she didn’t completely feel. She hated the thought of relying on a man like Ben to chop firewood and clear snow from the paths. But she really had no choice. Not unless she wanted to defy the bishop and school board, which she would never do.

  “But what if you fall in the classroom?” Aunt Hannah asked.

  “Then I’ll pick myself up just like I do at home,” Caroline replied, omitting the fact that at home, she could crawl over to a wall or table to brace herself against as she got to her knees and then stood. She’d have to do the same at school. But that could be a problem during recess, when she was outside with no walls to offer support.

  “I saw everything!” Cliff Packer exclaimed. “Rand threatened to run her over. He and his friends cause trouble for everyone in town. They shoplift and vandalize our stores and hassle our customers. I can call the police, if you like. This should be reported.”

  “That won’t be necessary. We’re leaving town now. No harm was done.” Sarah Yoder spoke briskly, taking Aunt Hannah’s arm.

  Caroline wasn’t surprised the bishop’s wife rejected Cliff’s offer. Her people shunned contention of any kind. As pacifists, they would never fight back, nor would they sue anyone in a court of law. It wasn’t their way. The last thing they wanted right now was to call the police.

  “Rand and his friends zip around the county roads and terrorize the Amish in the area, too. The bishop should be told. Maybe he’ll decide it’s finally time to talk to the police about it.” Aunt Hannah spoke in Deitsch, so Cliff couldn’t understand her words.

  “I don’t know what the police can do. You know Amos has spoken to the boy’s vadder before and he wouldn’t listen,” Sarah said.

  “Ach, please don’t tell the bishop. Please!” Caroline begged, knowing they would never make a vow of silence the way Ben had.

  “But Caroline, we have to tell him,” Sarah said.

  “He doesn’t need to know,” she continued. “People fall all the time. And it certainly doesn’t impact my ability to teach. As many times as I fall down, the gut Lord will give me the strength to get back up.”