by Tracy Krauss
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Rachel Bosworth pulled her car over to the side of the road; gravel crunching under her tires, and came to a rolling stop. She put the car in park, pulled the emergency brake into place with a jerk, and stepped out of the confined, yellow compact. She inhaled a deep lungful of the late summer air, surveying the picture of pastoral serenity below.
Marshdale. This was to be her new home. Surrounded by a patchwork of gold and brown earth, it was an oasis of clustered houses and well established trees cocooned in a desert of wide open prairie landscape. Stretched out to the horizon, the summer sky met with rounded hills.
“Not very big,” Rachel’s friend Sherri noted, joining her on the outside of the vehicle. “You sure you’re going to manage way out here all by yourself?”
“I think it’s perfect,” Rachel said with a satisfied smile. “Just the change I needed.”
“Just the escape, you mean,” Sherri teased.
“Maybe.” Rachel turned to her friend. “Come on, Sherri. I’m feeling scared enough as it is. This is a big move for me. Besides, you’re the one who convinced me to move out west in the first place.”
“Yeah, I know. But I meant for you to move to Regina with Dan and me, not out to some backwoods hole in the wall. They probably don’t even have cell service, for Pete’s sake!”
“It can’t be as bad as that. The hiring committee said Marshdale was a totally modern town with all the basic amenities.”
“Yeah? Let’s hope so,” Sherri quipped, shading her eyes with her hand as she surveyed the town below them.
“Come on, Sherri. You’re my best friend. I need you to be excited for me. Tell me I made a good decision and that I won’t regret it,” Rachel begged.
“You’re right, kiddo.” Sherri put on her most encouraging smile. “It will be nice to see you more often, even if it is a two-hour drive.”
Rachel nodded. “What’s a two-hour drive compared to thousands of miles all the way back to Toronto?”
“Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet some cute farmer and end up getting married or something.” Sherri shrugged.
“Not interested in men right now, remember? I am here to become the best kindergarten teacher Marshdale has ever seen.”
“Sorry. That was insensitive of me. I know you’re still hurting over Rotten Ronny.”
“Who?” Rachel asked, raising a brow.
“That’s the spirit!” Sherri laughed. “Who needs men, anyway?”
“Better not let Dan hear you talking like that,” Rachel warned with a chuckle of her own. “Come on. Let’s get going. I can hardly wait to get my stuff unpacked.”
“I can’t believe you brought so little stuff with you,” Sherri observed, climbing into the passenger seat.
“I wanted to start fresh.” Rachel put the small standard vehicle in gear and rolled forward. “Besides, moving a whole lot of furniture and stuff seemed pointless. I’ve rented this really nice little basement suite. It’s fully furnished. And that’s what you’re here for, remember? I need your expert advice on what stuff I need to buy in the city before school starts next week.”
“Now, shopping is one thing I’m very good at.”
“I know.” Rachel nodded with a grin. “It’s why I brought you along.”
“Thanks. I thought it was for the company.”
“Of course. That too.” Rachel laughed. She sobered quickly and glanced over at her friend. “Thanks, Sherri. For everything.”
“What are you talking about?” Sherri waved a dismissive hand. “I’d be some friend if I didn’t come to your rescue when called.”
“I mean about Ronald. I don’t know how I would have coped without you there.”
“I know, kid.” Sherri gave Rachel’s hand a squeeze. “That’s what friends are for. Besides, I’ll expect pay back some day, you know.”
They were nearing the outskirts of the village. A large carved sign by the side of the road read, “Welcome to Marshdale.”
“I bet people live more freely here,” Rachel stated. “It’s what I’m hoping for. The simple life.”
“People have problems wherever they go,” Sherri noted. “It may look all peaceful right now, but I bet they have their share of troubles, just like everybody else.”
“Yeah, like what? No cell service?” Rachel asked, the corner of her mouth turning up.
“Now that would be tragic.”
“I know my life isn’t suddenly going to become a bed of roses,” Rachel admitted. “But it just seems to me that country living—the slower pace—has to do something to calm people. Make them less artificial and—you know—less selfish.”
“We can only hope,” Sherri shrugged. “Now come on, girlfriend. Let’s find that basement suite of yours. If we’re going to unpack, make a list, and get back to the city before dark, we better get a move on.”
“Roger that.” Rachel nodded, glancing at the hand-sketched map that was on the dash. She made a left hand turn at the first intersection.
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The interior of the church was cool, quiet and dim. Just the way Pastor Todd Bryant liked it. He sat on one of the upholstered chairs in the sanctuary, allowing the viscosity of stillness to envelop him like a silky smooth liquid.
Sometimes he wished he could stay in here forever, without having to go out there. The recently refurbished sanctuary was a peaceful place compared to the world just outside its double oak doors. When he had come here just a year ago, he knew the Marshdale Community Church would be a place of refuge; a place to rest and strengthen his own weary spirit. A place to hide.
Modern and well kept, the Community Church had the appearance of comfortable affluence—a testament to God’s favor. The folks who attended were proud of their commitment to the Lord’s work in Marshdale and God had blessed them with material prosperity. They required little actual input from the pastor. Just keep the ship running smoothly, as instructed by the board, and everything should be just fine.
Perfect. His less than amiable departure from his last church had left him feeling just a bit shell-shocked. He needed a place to hide out for a while. As long as he followed the program…
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Another soul sat alone, waiting. The room was dark, the slatted shades drawn over the open window. The only light came from three candles burning in their resting places on the pentagram table top. The air was rich with the heady scent of incense smoldering in the small, intricately designed brass burner. The woman breathed deeply. Empty the mind. Allow the inner self to emerge…
A sudden breeze whipped into the room, announcing its entrance with a slap of the wooden slats on the window frame. It caressed the chimes hanging nearby before darting to tease the three flames into a flickering dance.
She smiled. Yes. There was so much to share, to enrich the lives in this town. There were many paths to enlightenment, but ultimately they all ended one way. It was up to her to release this narrow-minded and stiff-necked people to accept that.
