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"But Heller at the sawmill said that you and Cassidy were engaged."
    "Were you getting Heller's story or mine?"
    Again, Chandler's voice did not alter, but Abi knew she was being rebuked. Her eyes narrowed, and Chandler steeled himself for the moment she stood and stormed out of the bank. It surprised him when she sat back a little and her face changed to thoughtfulness.
    "No fiancée?" she said quietly.
    "No."
    "A gal you consider your own?"
    "What brought you to Token Creek?" Abi asked next, and the interview went on from there. And this time she got through. She finished with Chandler, seeming well-satisfied, and tried to work on Mr. Falcone's story, but he had customers to see to, and the regular interruptions frustrated her.
    She left without warning, and Chandler was not sorry. He'd
    35learned from two past encounters that putting her off only brought her back another time. He hoped this would be the last.
    "Thank you, Patience," Cassidy said to Meg's aunt, who had been looking for a certain color of thread. Cassidy had the very one, and Mrs. Patience Dorn had given her some fabric scraps she'd been collecting before she left the shop. Cassidy used them in her quilts.
    Jeanette showed up just as Patience was leaving, and the two had a brief visit on the boardwalk out front. Jeanette came in laughing.
    "What's up?" Cassidy wanted to know.
    "Patience and I were reminiscing. We remember when Meg and Brad met. Meg was rather taken with him but couldn't tell what he was thinking. Patience said she knew Brad was perfect for Meg, and it was terribly hard to keep her mouth shut."
    "Why was Meg in Token Creek?" Cassidy asked. "I can't remember that part."
    "She visited every year, but that summer, Brad actually noticed her."
    Cassidy smiled and went back to the sewing machine. Jeanette got to work on the jobs Cassidy had left for her, but her mind was still on her nephew and Meg. It had been a wonderful summer.
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    "Rylan!" A voice sounded at the pastor's front door. "You here?"
    "Yeah!" Rylan shouted from the bedroom he used as an office. He came to the front room of his house to find Sheriff Kaderly waiting for him, having stepped inside.
    "There's been a shooting. Can you come?"
    "Certainly. Do I know the family?"
    "I don't think so. Far side of town, somewhat reclusive."
    36"Children?"
    "Two."
    Rylan didn't ask any more questions but got his coat and left with the sheriff. He assumed this was a normal part of a pastor's life because it had always been this way. Sheriff Kaderly was not a member of his church family, but when there was a death, if the family looked in need of help, he always came for Rylan. Sometimes it led to a long relationship, and other times Rylan talked to folks he never saw again.
    Praying as he climbed into the wagon the sheriff had come in, Rylan asked God to use him. The sheriff talked almost nonstop on the ride to the house, but that didn't hinder Rylan. He prayed for the family he was about to meet and for Token Creek's sheriff as well.
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    Meg took a loaf of bread from the oven and wiped her brow. It was 'awfully warm in the room, but the bread did not look done. She stared down at the loaf she thought she had burned, frowning in concentration. Behind her were cake pans, ready to go in next, but she wondered if something might be wrong with the oven compartment in the stove.
    A pain, not intense, but making itself felt, knifed across her abdomen. Meg sat down at the kitchen table, her baking forgotten.
    "It's too soon," she whispered to the Lord, knowing that if the baby came now, it would be about seven weeks too early. "Please don't let this start now. Please, Lord."
    Meg sat for a time, waiting to see if anything else would happen. She felt her breathing relax as she continued to pray softly in the empty room.
    "I want Your will more than my own. Well," she admitted, "I want to want Your will more than my own. Please change my heart, Lord. Please help me to accept what You have