It’s
her destiny.
Simple Country Farm
By Kristina Belle
Simple Country
Farm. Copyright 2013.
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Chapter 1
Kate Rider is alarmed. She knows as soon as she pulls on to the
winding country road she made a mistake. Visiting her friend Roger for a
relaxing winter weekend in the country seemed like a great idea when they made
the plan. She hadn’t taken a break since her dad suddenly died eight months
ago. It seemed to help to ease her grief by staying busy with work. The pain is
still there but while working is muted a little. Roger is an old childhood
plutonic friend. It would be fun to spend a weekend chilling out with him.
She certainly could use the time away from life in the city.
They made plans for the getaway weekend two weeks ago, long before the weather
forecast called for a raging snowstorm. When she left her apartment that
morning Kate expected the four hour drive to her best friend’s country house
would be accomplished long before the snow started to fall. She was wrong. She
really should have cancelled the trip.
Now she was nervously driving on a narrow country road in
blowing snow so thick, she could barely see past her headlights. Under terrible
driving conditions she fears she will miss her turn. Kate desperately searches
through the blinding snow for any sign of her turn off. There, a little blue
road sign half covered in snow comes into view. She is missing her turn! Kate
jams on the brakes trying to slow down to make the turn. Her wheels hit an ice
patch hidden under the snow. Her car spins wildly out of control. The last
thing Kate sees is a whirl of white snow and brown earth. She hears a crunch
and then lights out.
Kate regains consciousness to find herself staring through
her shattered car window at the face of an angel. A male angel framed in white,
upside down, wearing a… wait is that a cowboy hat? “Am I dead?” Kate groans
out. “No ma’am.” The kind faced angel says, “But it sure seems you came close.
Let’s get you outta there”. She hears the angel say something “yee!” With a
crunching of metal her car door slowly opens. Big strong but gentle hands
unbuckle her seat belt and pull her from the wrecked car.
Kate hurts all over from bruises and scrapes. She finds
herself lying down on a rough woolen blanket. The angel’s head is surrounded by
swirling snow. “Name’s Brett, ma’am, Brett Williams. I’d like to say it’s
nice to meetcha. Right now though, I need to make sure you aren’t too hurt.
Sorry about this. It may hurt a little. ” Kate feels gentle hands carefully
touching her body being careful not to press too hard. She really must be in
heaven; the last thing she remembers is an awful crash. The cowboy hat wearing
angel asks her to wiggle her fingers and toes, than asks about her head and
neck. Kate mumbles her head hurts. “You must have a concussion. From the looks
of it you took a nasty blow breaking that windshield with your head. We need to
get you inside and out of this snow storm.”
Chapter 2
Kate is gently lifted up into the angel’s strong muscular
arms. Behind her a huge golden colored horse walks calmly, following them like
a faithful dog follows its’ master. Before long she sees an old farm house come
into view through the snow. She had never once thought heaven would look a
country farm, or that angels had horses and wore cowboy hats. Kate is brought
inside and carefully placed on an old leather couch. “Now don’t you fall asleep
on me, Ma’am. I have to take care of Molly. I’ll be right back to fix you up
and make you some hot tea. You hang on. Won’t take but a few minutes”.
Kate looks around the room. There is a crackling fire in a
huge stone