My dear friends, I hate to take up your precious time but I need your opinion on something. Below is an excerpt from a book. I am interested to know if you would read the book. This is kind of important so I really need your feedback.
Thank You. ~Jeanette
From “The Way Home”
With a tip of his hat they turned and rode back the way they had come.
As Millie watched them go, she again felt unnerved. What if she had been wrong? What if they came back and killed them all? Fear crept in like darkness on a night without the moon, clouding her thoughts. She looked ahead of her at the blue sky then closed eyes, her heart cried out to the Lord to protect her family. She slowly opened her eyes as she did her eyes lit upon a pure white dove. How unusual to see a dove here. Immediately she knew the Lord had sent her a sign. He had sent those men to help her and her family. A smile touched her lips and she began to quote II Timothy 1:7 “For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” Yes the Lord was with her, she would have no fear with him beside her.
Millie saw a small clump of Black Locust trees up ahead. They would give them some shelter from the sun until the other wagons arrived. She slapped the reins to the horse’s back and they quickly moved forward. A few minutes later she pulled the wagon into the small shade made by the trees. Yes they could rest here. She would make camp here since it would be late in the day when the other wagons arrived. Hopefully they would make camp here and she wouldn’t have to move until morning. Johnny should return soon then she could give him the good news.
Johnny rode along the trail looking for signs of other wagons having come this way recently. He hadn’t wanted to tell Maw but he was starting to worry that they wouldn’t be able to join up with a wagon train since they hadn’t seen any since finding the trail. The longer they stayed out here alone the more likely they would come upon trouble, trouble they possibly couldn’t handle alone. Paw had taught him well but there were times he doubted his ability to take care of Maw, his brother and sisters. Sometimes he wanted to scream at God for taking his dad. They needed him so much. He had always been a rock in the family. Somehow he always knew the right answer or the right way to take care of any problem they had. They were big shoes to fill, he knew he could never fill them.
“Why, God, why did you take him?” he whispered. No answer came and anger filled his heart. He needed his dad. They needed him.
He knew what Maw would say. “Son, the Lord blessed us with your dad all those wonderful years. Let us give him thanks for those instead of asking why he took him.” He wished he had her faith. Sometimes he wondered where her strength came from. How anyone could endure what she had and still trust a God who had taken her husband.
He finally saw a good place up ahead where they could camp for the night. He turned his horse back toward where the wagon and his family were. He rode along deep in thought letting his eyes scan the horizon on both sides of the trail, hoping to catch sight of others heading this way. Something caught his eye far off in the distance to his right. He would check it out. As he rode closer he could see it was a herd of Pronghorn grazing on the wild grass. He moved slowly closer hoping they wouldn’t spook. They needed the meat. Shots out here could draw trouble but one of these would feed the family for weeks to come. He moved behind some rocks then tied the horse there. He would ease closer until he had a good shot. Slowly he crawled along on the ground until he felt confident he could make a good, clean shot. The minutes ticked slowly by as he watched the herd. Finally he got a large buck in his sights, his finger slowly squeezed the trigger.