by Debby Giusti
“How about you, FBI?” Gabe asked.
“I’m in one piece as far as I know.”
There was no need to tell the veteran chopper jockey what to do. He was already taking his passengers higher and wider to get out of range. Bright sun from directly overhead glinted off something below. A rifle barrel? She grabbed at Gabe and pointed. “Look!”
“Where?”
“Down there. I know I saw a flash of light, like a reflection.” Holly made a face of disgust and then sighed. “It’s gone. Sorry.”
“All right,” Gabe shouted into his mic. “Plan B. We put down a few men in the canyon as close as we can without getting shot.”
“Brilliant. Now we know how you got to be senior ranger,” someone quipped.
Gabe huffed. “Right. Law enforcement only.” He pointed. “Hough and Broadstreet are trained medics, too. What about you, FBI?”
“Fully trained,” Holly assured him. “I know how to rappel, too.”
“Good, because I’d hate to have you hanging on the end of a rope like a panicked kid afraid to drop into a swimming hole.”
“If you really remembered me, you’d know I don’t panic,” she countered.
“I hope you’re better at taking orders than you used to be,” he said. “If memory serves, you almost drowned trying to rescue a kid from some rapids because you failed to secure yourself before diving in.”
“Yes, and I learned my lesson,” Holly said, hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt. “You gave me the lecture of my life in front of all my peers.”
“Let’s hope it took,” Gabe said. “Challenging nature can get you killed.”
Holly quirked a smile and glanced out as they rose above reddish rock cliffs and deep crevasses. “The only nature that scares me is human nature.”
Another bright flash in the canyon below was followed by the sound of another rifle shot.
Pressing her back tight to her seat Holly added, “Especially when somebody is shooting at me!”
Copyright © 2020 by Valerie Whisenand
Return to River Haven where a mysterious stranger will bring two lonely hearts together...
Amish quilt shop owner Joanna Kohler treasures her independence. But, when she finds an injured woman on her property, she is grateful for the help of fellow store owner Noah Troyer, who feels it’s his duty to aid, especially when dangers draws close.
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Amish Protector
by Marta Perry
Home again. Joanna Kohler moved to the door as the small bus that connected the isolated Pennsylvania valley towns drew up to the stop at River Haven.
Another few steps brought her to the quilt shop where she paused, gazing with pleasure at the window display she’d put up over the weekend. Smiling at her own enthusiasm for the shop she and her aunt ran, she rounded the corner and headed back the alley toward the enclosed stairway that lead to their apartment above the shop.
A glow of lamplight from the back of the hardware store next door allowed her to cross to the yard to her door without her flashlight. Noah Troyer, her neighbor, must be working late. Her side of the building was in darkness, since Aunt Jessie was away.
Joanna fitted her key into the lock, and the door swung open almost before she’d turned it. Collecting her packages, she started up the steps, not bothering to switch on her penlight. The stairway familiar enough, and she didn’t need—
Her foot hit something. Joanna stumbled forward, grabbing at the railing to keep herself from falling. What in the world...? Reaching out, her hand touched something soft, warm, something that felt like human flesh. She gasped, pulling back.
Clutching her self-control with all her might, Joanna grasped the penlight, aimed it, and switched it on.
A woman lay sprawled on the stairs. The beam touched high-heeled boots, jeans, a suede jacket. Stiffening her courage, she aimed the light higher. The woman was young, Englisch, with brown hair that hung to her shoulders. It might have been soft and shining if not for the bright blood that matted it.
Panic sent her pulses racing, and she uttered a silent prayer, reaching tentatively to touch the face. Warm...thank the gut Lord. She...whoever she was...was breathing. Now Joanna must get her the help she needed.
Hurrying, fighting for control, Joanna scrambled back down the steps. She burst out into the quiet yard. Even as she stepped outside, she realized it would be faster to go to Noah’s back door than around the building.
Running now, she reached the door in less than a minute and pounded on it, calling his name. “Noah!”
After a moment that felt like an hour, light spilled out. Noah Troyer filled the doorway, staring at her, his usually stoic face startled. “Joanna, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
A shudder went through her. “Not me, no. There’s a woman...” She pointed toward her door, explanations deserting her. “Komm, schnell.” Grabbing his arm, she tugged him along.
By the time they reached her door, Noah was ahead of her. “We’ll need a light.”
“Here.” She pressed the penlight into his hand, feeling her control seeping back. Knowing she wasn’t alone had a steadying effect, and Noah’s staid calm was infectious. “I was just coming in. I started up the steps and found her.” She couldn’t keep her voice from shaking a little.
The penlight’s beam picked out the woman’s figure. It wasn’t just a nightmare, then.
Noah bent over the woman, touching her face as Joanna had done. Then he turned back, his strong body a featureless silhouette.
“Who is she?”
The question startled her. “I don’t know. I didn’t even think about it—I just wanted to get help. We must call the police and tell them to send paramedics, too.”
Not wasting time, Noah was already half-way out. “I’ll be back as soon as I’ve called. Yell if...” He let that trail off, but she understood. He’d be there if she needed him.
But she’d be fine. She was a grown woman, a businesswoman, not a skittish girl. Given all it had taken her to reach this point, she had to act the part.
Joanna settled as close to the woman as she could get on the narrow stairway. After a moment’s hesitation, she put her hand gently on the woman’s wrist. The pulse beat steadily under her touch, and Joanna’s fear subsided slightly. That was a good sign, wasn’t it?
The darkness and the silence grew oppressive, and she shivered. If only she had a blanket...she heard the thud of Noah’s hurrying footsteps. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
“They’re on their way. I’d best stay by the door so I can flag them down when they come. How is she?”
“No change.” Worry broke through the careful guard she’d been keeping. “What if she’s seriously injured? What if I’m to blame? She fell on my steps, after all.”
“Ach, Joanna, that’s foolishness.” Noah’s deep voice sounded firmly from the darkness. “It can’t be your fault, and most likely she’ll be fine in a day or two.”
Noah’s calm, steady voice was reassuring, and she didn’t need more light to know that his expression was as steady and calm as always.
“Does anything get under your guard?” she said, slightly annoyed that he could take the accident without apparent stress.
“Not if I can help it.” There might have been a thread of amusement in his voice. “It’s enough to worry about the poor woman’s recovery without imagining worse, ain’t so?”
“I suppose.” She straightened her back against the wall, reminding herself again that she was a grown woman, owner of her own business, able to cope with anything that came along.
But she didn’t feel all that confident right now. She felt worried. Whatever Noah might say, her instinct was telling her that this situation meant trouble. How and why she didn’t know, but trouble, nonetheless.
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Dangerous Amish Inheritance
Copyright © 2020 by Deborah W. Giusti
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