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Territory?"
    "What will I do if it doesn't work out?"
    "Come back."
    "Yes, Bri," Callie put in, "we'll make sure you have return fare. Short of starvation, you keep that money tucked away and come back to us if you're unhappy at all."
    Sabrina looked into their faces, wondering how she could be away from them for one day and still be happy.
    30 "God is in Montana Territory too," Danny said quietly, more for himself than for Sabrina.
    Sabrina looked into his eyes, knowing she quite literally owed him her life, and cried for the first time in years.
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    "MyHEART GRIEVES FOR my friend, Abi Pfister." Pastor Rylan Jarvik spoke to the group 'gathered at the cemetery. Next to him lay a plain wooden box ready for interment. "I will miss Abi's lively mind and her tender heart. She hadn't always had a tender heart, as most of you know, but just last week she told me she prayed for all of you. She believed that God had great plans for the townsfolk of Token Creek and our small church family."
    Rylan looked out over the faces before him. Most were from his church, but not all. He'd already said what he wanted to say concerning Abi's beliefs, but he thought a last reminder might be a good idea.
    "Please don't forget that Abi is not in this box. Just last year she made Christ her Savior and God, and all that's in this box is her frame."
    Rylan closed in prayer, and then folks stood and visited for a while. All enjoyed knowing Abi at the end of her life, and to a person they had a fun story to share since she joined the church family. The last one to leave the graveside was Jeanette Fulbright, who had been
    32meeting with Abi for months. The two women had become close and grown in their knowledge of God as they studied in the book of James. Jeanette stared into the grave knowing she was going to miss her rather unpredictable friend in a very real way.
    One of Jeanette's nephews came to see her back to the wagons, but before she turned away, Jeanette determined in her heart to pray as Abi had, believing that Christ had died for the folks in town and that God had something special in mind for Token Creek.
    The June sun was warm on the streets of Token Creek on Wednesday morning as Jeanette opened the door of her shop, Token Creek Apparel. She left the door standing open, enjoying the breeze as she slipped into the back to remove her hat and go to work.
    Business had been a little quiet, but that suited Jeanette. When she had taken on the shop full-time, she had not counted on how much work it would be for one person. Her nephew's wife, Cassidy Holden, was always ready to give her a hand, but Cassidy was a new bride, and she and Trace lived a ways out of town where they ranched with Trace's brother, Brad, and his wife, Meg. Jeanette had no new orders this week, so that would allow her to catch up on the week before.
    Jeanette started when she came from the back and realized she wasn't alone. A tall young woman had come in very quietly, standing just inside the door and looking hesitant.
    "Hello," Jeanette said kindly.
    "Hello," the woman greeted her. "I'm here about the sign in the window about a job."
    "Please come in," Jeanette invited as she indicated a chair. No one had asked about the "Seamstress Needed" sign in the window, and Jeanette tried to tamp down her excitement. She spoke when the younger woman was seated. "I'm Jeanette Fulbright."
    "I'm Bri," she began but stopped. "I mean, Sabrina Matthews."
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    "Do you like Bri or Sabrina?"
    "I usually go by Bri."
    "In that case it's nice to meet you, Bri. Tell me about your sewing experience."
    "I've never used a sewing machine," Sabrina said, her gaze flickering over to the one against the wall, "but I'm handy with a needle."
    "Who taught you?"
    "My mother."
    "Do you mind showing me some of your work?"
    "Yes, ma'am-I mean, no ma'am." Sabrina stopped, took a breath, and tried to calm her racing heart. "I don't mind."
    Jeanette smiled with compassion into her young eyes, knowing how nervous