Was he ever to have any peace? I’ll handle Micah in my own way. Why did women always think he needed a lecture on how to manage the children? He’d already had plenty of that from his aunts. It takes time, and it takes attention to help them recover. It was the same with my nephew when Kyle first came to me. I know how troubled a boy can be when he has lost his parents as Micah has. Her expression turned to one of sympathy when she looked back at Ethan. The fire in Faith Lapp’s eyes cooled as she watched the boy race up the front porch steps. Always ready to scrap with his bigger, older brother. Micah was so much like his father had been at that age. I’m not scared of you.Įthan managed to keep a stern face, but it was difficult. Micah will work off any damages that are owed, Mrs. The boy was only eight, but he wasn’t too young to learn responsibility and respect. Micah was having a much harder time than his younger brother and sister. They were still finding their way with each other. The recent deaths of his brother and sister-in-law had left him in charge of their three small children. He liked that she was thinking of the child. Or you might have been injured yourself, Clara added in a small voice.

Had you asked permission to ride one of them, I would have told you that. They can’t carry a rider bigger than a two-year-old. I didn’t mean any harm.įaith scowled at him. Micah raked his bare toes through the dirt. Not since his brother’s children had come to live with him over a month ago. He hadn’t been able to go logging in weeks.

How much would an alpaca cost if he had to replace one? He could barely afford to feed the family and his horses as it was. He’d heard stories about the way Faith Lapp valued her strange animals. Clara saw him jump out of a tree onto one of my alpacas.Įthan flinched. Nothing.įaith let go of his shirt and gestured toward the woman standing with her. 'I reckon I’d be the one holding him by the collar if I knew. And what was that horrible smell? It seemed to be coming from his nephew. He’d never seen the mild-mannered woman with such fire in her eyes. Ethan Gingerich, do you know what your boy has done? Her bright blue eyes were wide with apprehension.įaith pointed to the child in her grasp. He didn’t recognize the pretty young woman standing behind Faith.

At second glance, only the one gripping his nephew Micah’s collar looked irate. Ethan Gingerich led his draft horses out of their stalls and started to slide open the large door of his barn, but he stopped when he saw two irate women standing just outside.

The Amish Nanny by Patricia Davids