ritajuanita
Jesse thought back to the day when she first saw the poster for the Wind Riders. She never could have guessed what it would mean to her for the rest of her life. This job changed her family forever, introduced her to her love, her best friends, her new family. It changed the very essence of her person. Especially because through this job, she met the One and Only Jesus Christ and invited Him to be her Savior.
Jesse leaned into the shade of the Joshua tree. Anything to get some relief from this horrid, dry sun. Her lips and nose were chapped from too many hours lying unconscious in the sun. She wasn't sure she'd make it. And so, she prayed.
Jenna always felt as though she could do nothing right. She couldn't sew, she couldn't cook, she couldn't even clean. All she seemed to be good for was yelling at, laughing at and calling names. But there was One who knew her true value.
Sarah was as willful as an adult as she had been as a child. Mrs. Hunter shook her head and sighed, knowing that the young woman needed something to change that hard heart of hers, but she knew that the God of the Universe would be capable of it. So she prayed.
Jesse put on her hooded cloak and stiffly walked through the room, ignoring the strange looks from the men. She had to do this on her own, and she knew it. Not that she wanted to, of course, but no one else could make this change. She could not go back to that life. Ever.
Tenny and Gracie splashed through the feeder stream toward the River. Purple sat on the banks, watching the children, smiling as she remembered the first Tenny, the young boy that had sacrificed his own life to save her. She didn't deserve such love, and yet it was freely given her. That was the real reason she was who she was today.
Sarah gripped the trunk of the tree between her knees and shimmied up as high as the bottom branch. Grabbing on, she swung herself up, and nestled into the bowers, a leafy cradle for the night. Her thoughts drifted back home to Aaron, Ethan and Andy. The sweet memories of childhood flooding in, she closed her eyes and listened to the bats chirping, the crickets harping, and the frogs croaking their midnight reverie.
Lottie fixed her eyes on the dilapidated shed behind the house.
"What are you thinking?" George asked his sister, coming up behind her.
"We should rebuild that for Mama. Make it into a gardening shed for her."
Clear skies, fluffy clouds and pale flowers of gold and blue met Jesse's eyes as she stepped down from the stage coach. She never expected to go east again, but now she and Levi had made the journey. Too many years had passed since she'd seen Teddy, but she still recognized the sweet boy-turned-man standing in the crowd waiting there for them. The only thing that would have made this reunion better would be the presence of the long lost Eileen.
Sewing was Jesse's least favorite activity. At least, it had been. But dressing as a boy, behaving as a boy, living like a boy for nearly two years gave her a new appreciation for the things she once did as a girl, including sewing. She would trade nearly anything, it seemed, to feel like a young woman again, even if it meant pulling out the box of patterns, opening the needle tin and stitching on a dozen buttons.
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