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would need ice to make the ice cream…or should she cheat and bring back store-bought ice cream? It would keep in a plastic bag lowered into the cool water.
    Nee …it must be homemade. Mr. Brunson deserved the best. So she needed cream. They really needed a cow. Perhaps someday when Jake could put up a larger fence since the two horses didn’t fully use the present pasture. But that could all come after the bobli.
    Carefully Hannah closed the springhouse door and walked back across the lawn. Back inside the cabin, Hannah finished her list and retrieved her billfold and checkbook from above the cabinet and her bonnet and shawl from the utility room. Out in the barn she pushed open the door with both hands. Mosey wandered over at the sound, and she quickly snapped the tie rope on his halter. “That a boy,” she said, rubbing his neck. “You’re a nice horse, aren’t you?”
    He whinnied and bobbed his head.
    Leading him out of the stall, Hannah threw the harness over his back in two big heaves. Laughing, she tightened the chest straps while he turned his neck and head to look at her.
    “I’m going to make them good and tight,” she said. “I don’t want things coming off while I’m driving alone.”
    He turned his head back, and Hannah jerked on the strap, bringing it up another notch.
    “There,” she said. “That’s good enough. Now we’re ready for the bridle.”
    Mosey opened his mouth without any resistance as she slid in the bit, tightening the throatlatch. He could be a pain, clamping his teeth shut if he was in a bad mood.
    “You’re in good spirits this morning,” she said. “Which is gut because I’m bringing back an awful lot of groceries.”
    Hannah pulled on the reins, and Mosey followed her out to the buggy, swinging under the shafts by himself when she held them up.
    “Good boy,” she said. “That’s the way to act. Now hold still while I fasten things.”
    Slipping the tugs on, and walking completely around him one last time, Hannah threw the lines through the open storm front. Placing her hand on his bridle, she held Mosey for a few seconds before making a dash for the buggy steps. He didn’t move until she was inside and picked up the lines.
    Driving to the main road, Hannah pulled Mosey to a complete stop, checking for traffic both ways before she let out the lines. Mosey quickly settled into a steady pace, eating up the miles, as she allowed the peace of the drive to settle over her.
    Englisha cars slowed down, pulling out before they zoomed past her, but she paid them no mind. Everyone seemed to drive faster around here than back East, but there had never been any Amish buggy accidents in the small community yet, so maybe the English people here in Montana were more careful.
    At the edge of Libby, she tightened up on the reins. The grocery store parking lot only had a few cars near the building, and Hannah pulled up to the nearest light pole, climbing down to tie Mosey securely to the metal pipe. Walking toward the grocery store, her eye caught a large advertisement posted on the glass doors. Such posters were common on the grocery store doors, but this one brought her to a complete halt. A large picture of a tent was plastered over the pane with words in black above it: Old-Fashioned Tent Revival. Everyone welcome.
    Hannah caught her breath and stared for a long moment. The Mennonites really were coming to Libby.

Five
     
    Hannah rushed about the kitchen stirring up the last of the ice cream ingredients. Jake had come home early with the ice wrapped with blankets in the back of the buggy. He was outside now setting up the hand freezer on the walk.
    “I’m ready,” Jake hollered, his voice carrying faintly through the log walls.
    There was no use shouting back; her voice wouldn’t carry. Opening the kitchen door she stepped around the corner of the cabin.
    “It’s almost ready,” she said. “I just have to stir in the cream.”
    “The ice is melting,” Jake said,