The Amish Widow (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

once she fed the animals, she threw herself into gardening. Keeping busy was her new way of coping with life without Levi.
    “Here you are.”
    Emma looked up when she heard Wil’s familiar voice. “Hello, I’m gardening.”
    “I can see that.”
    Emma stood up from her crouched position. “I’m all right, Wil. You don’t have to visit me everyday.”
    “I’m just making sure you’re okay and you’re not hassled by vultures or anyone, that’s all.”
    “ Nee , no one’s been ‘round.”
    “ Gut. Well, if you have everything under control I’ll be on my way.”
    Emma did not want to rely on Wil. She had to be self sufficient if she was going to get through these next few months that everyone told her were going to be very tough. “ Denke , Wil, for everything you’ve done.”
    Wil turned to leave and as he walked away he put a hand in the air and gave a wave.
    She was comforted in the knowledge that Wil was on the farm next door. If she ever did need anything, he was only a few minutes walk away.
    Emma crouched down again with her garden fork in hand. “Where do all these weeds come from?” she asked herself out loud.
    A few moments later, Emma heard a car in the driveway. She stood up and walked around to the front of the haus. Rarely did she have a visit from anyone in a car. It was a large, black car. She could not see inside the car, as the windows were dark. The driver’s side door opened slowly and Emma suffered pangs of anxiety when she saw the vulture emerge from the car.
    Emma did not wish to have to contend with this man again, this man who would not take ‘no’ for an answer. She glanced up the road hoping that Wil was still around, but she could see no sign of him.

Chapter 4.
    Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved.
    Psalm 62:1
     
    “Mrs. Kurtzler, I hope you don’t mind me visiting you.”
    Emma took a step back toward her haus. “I most certainly do. You’ve been told already that I am not selling. I never said I was selling at all. So please leave my property.”
    He took a step closer to her. “It’s a big place for you to manage just by yourself.”
    Emma folded her arms and held her head up high. “Well, it’s none of your concern. Anyway, I lease it out, so it’s all under control.”
    The vulture was not going to give up easily. He moved clear of his car and walked toward her. “Mrs. Kurtzler, if you take the money I give you for the farm and invest it, I’m sure that will give you far much more money to live on than leasing it to someone.” He took another step closer, which left only four feet between them. “What we need to do is sit down and go through the figures.”
    Emma considered him condescending, as if she would not know how to manage money just because she was a woman. “Mr…whatever your name is, it’s not all about money. I’m trying very hard to be polite to you, but I don’t know how much longer I can do so. Please leave my property now, or I shall call someone and have you removed.” Emma lifted up her chin some more and tried to look confident while secretly wishing she had a telephone installed in the barn like a lot of other Amish folk do. She could not call someone even if she wanted to, but the vulture didn’t know that.
    “An attractive woman like you shouldn’t be alone out here, you never know what might happen.”
    A ripple of concern ran down her spine; she was alone and if this man got nasty she had no defenses. Out of the corner of her eye she spied the gardening fork and if he got nasty, she would be forced to use it to defend herself. “Leave my property now.”
    “I’m just trying to be helpful and get you to see that what I’m offering you is a good deal.”
    “Please go.” Maybe she was being too polite; she tried again, a little louder. “Just get in your car and go.” She glared into his eyes.
    He turned and