knowing it was the best solution under the circumstances.
âIâll let Reuben know.â He sighed again. âJust in case.â
âTell the bishop that Jacob can stay here as long as he needs to,â Nathaniel said.
âThat should work out...unless his onkel dies. Then the Bureau of Children and Family Services will have to get involved.â
Nathaniel frowned, standing as resolute as one of the martyrs of old.
Before he could retort, Esther said, âLetâs deal with one problem at a time.â She prayed it wouldnât get to that point. And if it did, there must be some plan to give Jacob the family he needed without Englisch interference. She had no idea what, but they needed to figure it out fast.
Chapter Four
E sther looked around for Jacob as soon as her brother left. Isaiah was bound for their bishopâs house. He and Reuben planned to hire an Englisch driver to take them to the hospital where they would check on Titus Fisher.
She wasnât surprised Jacob had left the other scholars and gone to watch the alpacas. The boy stood by the fence, his fingers stuck through the chicken wire in an offer for the shy beasts to come over and sniff them. The alpacas were ignoring him from the far end of the pasture.
The sight almost broke her heart. Jacob, who was small for his age and outwardly fragile, stood alone as he reached out to connect with another creature.
âAre you okay?â asked Nathaniel as he walked beside her toward the pasture.
âNot really.â She squared her shoulders, knowing she must not show the kind how sorry she felt for him. Jacob reacted as badly to pity as he did to teasing. Heâd endured too much during his short life.
Suddenly she stopped and put out her arm to halt Nathaniel. He frowned at her, but, putting her fingers to her lips, she whispered, âShhh...â
In the pasture, one of the younger alpacas inched away from the others, clearly curious about the boy who had been standing by the fence for so long. The light brown female stretched out her neck and sniffed the air as if trying to determine what sort of animal Jacob was. Glancing at the rest of the herd, she took one step, then another toward him.
The boy didnât move, but Esther guessed his heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest. A smile tipped his lips, the first one sheâd ever seen on his face.
In the distance, the voices of the other scholars fluttered on the air, but Nathaniel and Esther remained as silent as Jacob. The alpacaâs curiosity overcame her shyness, and she continued toward the boy. His smile broadened on every step, but he kept his outstretched fingers steady.
The alpaca paused an armâs length away, then took another step. She extended her head toward his fingertips, sniffing and curious.
Beside her, Esther heard Nathaniel whisper, âKeep going, girl. He needs you now.â
Her heart was touched by his empathy for the kind . Nathanielâs generous spirit hadnât changed. Heâd always been someone she could depend on, the very definition of a gut friend. He still was, offering kindness to a lonely boy. Her fingers reached out to his arm, wanting to squeeze it gently to let him know how much she appreciated his understanding of what Jacob needed.
Her fingers halted midway between them as a squeal came from near the house where the other scholars must be playing a game. At the sound, the alpaca whirled and loped back to the rest of the herd.
âAlmost,â Jacob muttered under his breath.
Walking to the boy, Esther fought her instinct to put her hand on his shoulder. That would send him skittering away like the curious alpaca. âItâll take them time to trust you, Jacob, but youâve made a gut beginning.â
When he glanced at her, for once his face wasnât taut with determination to hide his pain. She saw something sheâd never seen there before.
Hope.
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