by Sherry Kyle
Road to Harmony
SHERRY KYLE
Road to Harmony
© Copyright 2017 Sherry Kyle
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To Karen O’Connor,
for loving this story from the start
and encouraging my dreams
Finally, all of you, live in harmony with one another;
be sympathetic, love as brothers,
be compassionate and humble.
1 Peter 3:8 (NIV)
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
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Epilogue
Author’s Note
Acknowledgements
About The Author
Chapter One
Chapter One
Harmony Valley, California, 1907
“Come out with your hands up.” Elena Seifert pointed her father’s double barrel shotgun at the makeshift ditch trap. Man or beast, she was prepared. No more of Papa’s dairy cows would be stolen if she had anything to do with it.
The sun dipped behind the rolling hills, sending chills up Elena’s arms. She lifted her head to see what she’d caught. Better not go any closer.
“Elena, Mama’s calling for you,” Samuel drawled from behind. “Lars will be here any minute.” Her brother’s footsteps came toward her, his boots kicking the dirt beneath his shuffled gait.
Why did her brother pick this moment to come find her? Please, Lord, keep him away.
Lack of oxygen at birth left Samuel with impaired intelligence and motor skills. He was a walking miracle according to Doc Christen. Her spine trembled. She glanced at him for the briefest moment. “Stay back, Samuel.”
Elena startled when a man yanked the gun from her hand. “Didn’t anyone teach you to keep your eye on the target?” He was tall, medium build, and stood near enough that his warm breath brushed against her cheek. “And never give up your weapon without a fight.”
Air whooshed out of Elena’s lungs, and her heart tripped. Could it be? She peered at the man’s teasing smirk, and a sensation fluttered inside. How long had it been since she’d seen the ruggedly handsome face of her childhood love? Two years? Three? She wanted to smack him and hug him at the same time.
She tipped up his hat. His amber-colored eyes and chiseled jaw were just how she remembered, back when the two of them square-danced in her father’s barn. She punched his arm. “Jonas Bollinger. You scared me half to death.”
“Ouch.” He laughed, rubbing the spot with his free hand. “This is the welcome home I get?”
Tucked under the neckline of her dress, Elena fingered the silver locket Jonas had given her on her tenth birthday. She still wore it a dozen years later, even though he had broken her heart.
A surge of anger welled up inside, and she planted her hands on her hips. “What are you doing on Seifert land? Don’t you know what’s been going on here? Of course, you don’t. You’ve been gone. Missing. Without a letter to let us know where you are. And now you come on our property like you’ve lived here all along.” She grabbed her papa’s shotgun from his hand and stepped forward, so close her mouth was mere inches from his. “Next time, I’ll shoot.” With that, she spun on her heels, grabbed Samuel’s hand and pulled him toward the house. If she didn’t get away from Jonas soon, she might do something stupid, like fall into his arms and tell him how much she missed him.
Samuel wiggled out of Elena’s grip and turned toward Jonas. “Lars Rissler is going to propose to Elena tonight. He owns Cayucos General Store.”
Her slow-minded brother needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut.
A knot formed in the pit of her stomach. She tossed Jonas a glance over her shoulder and tugged on Samuel’s arm. “Hush now. Nothing’s official.”
Samuel’s brows furrowed. “Will be official by tonight. Right, Elena?”
Her brother had taken a liking to Lars the minute the shopkeeper gave him a job sweeping floors at the store whenever they went to town. Lars paid Samuel well and took her brother under his wing. Not many would take time out of their day to teach someone like her brother. Or give him a job. The work did wonders for the seventeen-year-old’s self-esteem and for her peace of mind.
Elena bit her lower lip.
“Is that why you’re gussied up?” Jonas’s voice held a teasing tone. “I’ve never seen you in such a fancy dress. Lars must have money ‘cause I know your family doesn’t have much to spare.”
The reminder that her parents struggled as dairy farmers cut deep. Wasn’t that the reason Jonas left in the first place? To make a better life for himself in a big city? Judging by Jonas’s threadbare trousers and tattered shirt, he hadn’t struck it rich. Not by a long shot.
“I found a man who can afford a catalog dress.” Elena swallowed hard, attempting to clear the lump lodged in her throat. Let him think the dress was a gift from her wealthy suitor. No need to admit how she’d scrimped and saved her egg money to buy it.
Truthfully, material possessions had never been important to her, and Jonas knew it, but with every cow that was stolen her parent’s situation grew worse. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Lars afforded to give her and her family a comfortable and stable life, something people in the valley were unaccustomed to.
“Good night, Jonas.” She scurried ahead of Samuel toward the house.
Jonas’s laughter filled the air behind her. “Nice to see you too, Elena.”
Once in the house, Elena set the shotgun down inside the doorway and rushed to her bedroom. She checked herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed pink, h
er blonde hair askew. She tucked the wayward wisps up with the dainty combs her mother had loaned her for tonight’s occasion.
Inside, a battle raged between the man who had stolen her heart years ago and the one who would arrive any minute. Lord, why did Jonas come back now? On the night Lars Rissler was going to ask for her hand in marriage.
Papa told her about the talk Lars had initiated with him on a Sunday a couple weeks back. How excited he was over the prospect of having a successful storeowner for a son-in-law. And her mother had been simply giddy.
Mama walked into her room. “There you are.” She shook her head in disgust. “In your new dress, no less. Look, the hem is soiled.”
“I heard something outside my window. I was trying to help Papa.”
“You ran out to catch a cow thief?” Her mother came up beside her and grasped her shoulders. “Please, dear. Leave the hunting to your father. He wouldn’t want you to put yourself in harm’s way.”
Jonas’s return did more damage than five stolen cows.
Mama gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze, then walked toward the door. She paused and leaned against the doorframe. “Did you catch something?”
Elena sucked in a breath. “Catch something?”
“In the trap, dear.”
Dare she tell her mother that her childhood friend was back in town? Heat rose up her neck. Mama would see right through her if she didn’t come clean.
Mama stepped toward her. “Well, what was it?”
Willing her hands to stop shaking, Elena sat on the corner of her bed. Guilt stabbed at her chest. “It was Jonas. He’s come back.” She attempted to keep her voice even. “How can I accept Lars’s proposal now?”
“Get a hold of yourself.” Her mother’s eyes softened. “This doesn’t change a thing. Jonas is a foolish boy with a rich man’s dreams. He has run from responsibility before and he will do it again. He’s not stable, nor can he provide for you like Lars—a man with position and respect. Please, dear, don’t let your heart get in the way of your head.”
Elena lowered her gaze.
Mama knelt in front of Elena on the braided wool rug, tears glistening in her eyes. “Papa and I want you to be secure in life. Lars can provide that security for you…and for us. We’re praying you will say yes to his proposal.”
A knock on the front door brought her mother to her feet. “He’s here now. I’ll distract him for a few moments while you pull yourself together.”
When Ma left the room, Elena buried her face in her hands. Would her feelings for Jonas never subside? This night was supposed to be one of the happiest of her life. Why, that afternoon, she’d picked up her dress at the post office in Cayucos, nearly knocking over poor old Mr. Burkhart who was leaning on his cane for support. He’d chuckled at her clumsiness. “I know when a woman receives something special in the mail,” he’d said, “because her feet can’t keep up with her excitement.”
“I’m sorry, truly I am,” Elena had said before tossing the box in the wagon and climbing into the seat. “And you’re right. I bought a new dress!” She clicked her tongue and snapped the reins bringing Starlight to a trot.
Once home, she lifted the catalogue dress out of the box and hugged it to her chest, showing Mother and Samuel the pale yellow gown with golden flowers and lace she’d purchased for the night’s occasion.
Now perched on the corner of her bed, she ran a hand over the beautiful fabric. If she didn’t marry for love, at least she found a well-to-do respected man. Perfect enough for a woman with limited prospects in such a small town.
And it would have been too if Jonas hadn’t walked back into her life.
Elena blotted her eyes with a handkerchief. Mama was right, she needed to use her head. She would marry Lars and not disappoint her family. Their future depended on it—Samuel’s most of all. As a shopkeeper, Lars had knowledge about the latest advancements, as well as the means, that would help Samuel become independent. He’d never be able to live on his own and run a dairy farm.
No, she wouldn’t let her past longing for Jonas soil what God had for her now. Elena stood and straightened the sash about her waist. Would Lars see the mud that stained the hem of her skirt?
“Elena dear.” Her mother poked her head into her room. “Are you ready? Lars is waiting.”
“Yes, Mama.” Elena closed her eyes and inhaled, then slowly let out a breath. Use your head, Elena. Think of your family. One day she might fall in love with the shopkeeper like she had with Jonas all those years ago.
She walked across the wood floor and paused in the doorway when she caught sight of Lars. He wore a dark suit with a white waistcoat and dotted necktie. In his hand he carried a Homburg hat. Lars definitely dressed in the latest fashion, different from the casual attire of a dairy farmer. And miles apart from the way Jonas looked tonight.
She stepped forward and greeted her guest.
“You look beautiful.” Lars’s compliment brought a smile to her lips. “Shall we go?” He lifted his elbow. “Plenty of stars out tonight to guide our way.”
Her mother met Elena’s gaze, as she prodded her forward. “Have a wonderful time. Nothing can ruin such a beautiful evening.”
“Where’s Papa? I—I wanted to say goodbye to him.” Why was she stalling? Was her resolve weakening already?
“In the barn with Samuel. You’ll see them after dinner. I’ve invited Lars back here for dessert.” Mama shooed them out the front door as if they were a couple of wayward chicks. “Now, get along, you two.”
Elena’s stomach twisted into a queasy knot.
Jonas, you’ve ruined everything!
Jonas stood behind a tree when the carriage arrived. He watched the gentleman step down, remove his hat, and approach the front door. The man sported a beard and mustache the color of clay. If the expensive suit the shopkeeper wore was any indication, he had plenty of money.
“That’s my competition,” Jonas muttered, wiping a hand across his jaw. He glanced down at his own worn and dirty clothing. He hadn’t had a bath in days and stunk to high heaven.
If he could do this night over again, he would. He’d take a long bath, shave the month’s growth on his face, and borrow one of his pa’s shirts and a pair of trousers so he could knock on Elena’s door and greet her proper, instead of watching her from afar like he was doing now.
His plan had backfired all right. All he wanted was to see Elena again, to get a glimpse of the beautiful blonde in secret, not to get caught with a gun pointed at him.
He might’ve been shot, too, if it weren’t for Samuel. The instant the young man approached it was time to take action. Elena had good aim. Why take the risk of getting killed when he’d come all this way?
He stood behind the tree a few minutes longer, waiting for Elena to appear with her beau. Oh, why must he torture himself this way? She’d moved on, and so should he. When he turned to leave, voices sounded from the front porch.
“Don’t stay out too late. I’ll have coffee and apple pie waiting for you when you return. We’ll have lots to discuss.” Anja Seifert hugged Elena and laid a hand on Lars’s shoulder before waving them along.
Elena looked stylish in her dress and matching hat. In fact, he’d never seen her look more beautiful.
He stifled a laugh at the irony. Here he’d wanted to make a better life for himself by being something other than a dairy farmer, and look where that got him. Crawling back to his parents’ home without a penny in his pocket. And now his sweetheart would soon become a storekeeper’s wife.
But there wasn’t a ring on that lovely finger yet. Jonas set his jaw and raised his chin. Not if he had anything to say about it.
When Lars helped Elena into the carriage, heat flooded Jonas’s face and his hands clenched tight. He wanted to walk right up to Lars and plant a fist on the man’s jaw. But he’d already made a fool of himself once tonight by falling into the hole and reminding Elena of her parents’ financial situation. Why had he allowed the words to roll from hi
s tongue?
The carriage pulled away from the house and moved down the road.
Jonas whipped off his hat and slapped it against his thigh. How could he win Elena’s heart before it was too late? His mind scrambled to create a plan as he scurried toward his parent’s home.
The evening glow cast a shadow across the hills. After fifteen minutes on foot, Jonas decided on a plan. He indulged in a satisfied smile. Next time he came in contact with the spunky Elena, he’d impress her with his commitment to dairy farming and woo her back. He’d prove to her that he had grown up. The fickle young man with big city dreams was long gone.
But first, he’d need to convince his family that he was home for good. He’d stay not only for Elena, but also for his mother. If the words in her letter were true, she needed his help.
Chapter Two
Jonas stared at his parents’ property. The two-story wood house sat at the base surrounded by a grove of trees. A cloud of smoke billowed from the chimney. His family was home. Emotions swirled in his gut and his heart beat like a drum. When he left Harmony, he’d never thought he’d be back milking cows or churning butter.
The porch steps creaked beneath his feet as he approached the solid front door. He didn’t deserve his family’s love and respect. After all, he was the oldest, and his parents’ only son. Everyone expected him to take over his father’s dairy business, and what did he do? He’d walked away. God knows what his sisters endured because of his recklessness. The muscles in his stomach tightened, and doubt filled his mind.
Jonas stepped toward the window. His sisters were dancing and smiling in the family room as his father played the banjo. Sabrina stood a good four inches taller than he remembered. Surely she was taller than the average eight-year-old. Twenty-year-old Gabriella blossomed into womanhood since he’d left. Her hair was up and back with ringlets surrounding her oval face. By his parents’ appearance, the last two years had been rough on them. Ma’s shoulders stooped a little as she walked, and his father now had a full head of grey hair.
