An Amish Noel. Patricia DavidsЧитать онлайн книгу.
could spend out in the open. “It would have to be this cold a lot longer to freeze running water.”
He and Noah had come out to gather a load of firewood from the stand of trees along the river. Four inches of fresh snow from the night before made easy pulling for the team. The sled was three-quarters full of logs lashed together, and the men were on their way home.
Luke watched the snowmobilers a second longer, then he turned the horses toward the river. Noah almost lost his balance on the flat sled at the unexpected move and had to grab hold of the seatback to keep from falling off. “What are you doing?”
“We’re gonna pull those fools out of the water unless they drown before we reach them.”
The red-and-white machine didn’t stop. It hit the river’s edge at a fast clip and traveled a full fifty feet out onto the ice before the front end broke through, spilling the riders. Luke shouted at the team and slapped the reins, sending the horses into a fast trot across the snow-covered field, knowing he might be too late. If the riders were dragged under the ice by the current, they would drown.
One of the snowmobile riders had been thrown clear of the open water. He lay sprawled facedown on the ice. The second rider was desperately trying to claw his way out of the river but the edge of the ice kept breaking in front of him. The snowmobile teetered precariously, half in and half out of the water as it hung by the rear tread.
“Whoa, fellas.” Luke drew the horses to a stop at the riverbank. He saw the first rider trying to stand. It was a young boy.
“Help! Somebody help us!”
Luke shouted to the boy struggling to get to the other rider. “Lie down! Spread your weight out on the ice!”
Tossing the lines to Noah, Luke jumped off the sled. From the toolbox under the seat, he grabbed his ax along with a coil of rope and started toward the river.
The boy was following Luke’s orders. He lay down and wiggled toward the rider in the water. He grasped his buddy, but Luke saw he was too small to pull the bigger boy to safety.
Luke quickly tied a loop around his waist as Noah joined him at the river’s edge. “I should go. I’m smaller.”
Luke considered it for a second then shook his head. “I’d rather drown than face Mamm and tell her I let you get killed. Take a hitch around that tree so you can pull me back if I go through. The current is strong in this curve.”
“Don’t make me tell Mamm I let you drown.”
“I’ll do my best. Hang on, boys, I’m coming!” Luke hacked a long branch from a nearby tree and stepped out on the ice. The thick layer of fresh snow made it hard to see where he was putting his feet. He used the branch to feel his way, making sure the ice was solid until he got near the two boys. At that point, he lay down and edged toward them. The cold bit through his pants and gloves as he crab-scuttled along.
“Hurry!” the little one shouted, looking over his shoulder.
Luke recognized him. “Alvin Swartzentruber, are you okay?”
“Help me, Luke.” The fourteen-year-old stayed sprawled on the ice, holding on to the other rider.
Every time Luke thought he could move faster, the ice cracked with a sickening sound beneath him. Would it hold? He couldn’t help the boys if he went through, too. Finally, he worked his way to within a few feet of them and stopped, not wanting to add his weight to their precarious spot. “I thought you had better sense than this, Alvin.”
“I reckon I didn’t today.”
“I reckon not. Who you got with you?”
“It’s Roy. Hurry, Luke, I can’t hold him.”
“You can. I’m almost there. Roy, can you hear me?” Roy was Alvin’s older brother. Luke knew them well. He knew their sister, Emma, even better, or he had once. They didn’t speak to each other these days.
“Help.” Roy’s voice was barely audible through his chattering teeth. His lips were tinged with blue and his eyes were wild with fear.
Luke was close enough to reach them with the branch. He slid the end past Alvin. “Hang on to this, Roy, and let go of your brother.”
He was afraid the bigger boy would pull the smaller one in if he went under.
Roy grasped the limb with first one hand and then the other. “I—I got it.”
Luke needed room to pull Roy free. “Alvin, roll away from the hole and go to my brother. Stay on your hands and knees until you get close to the shore. Follow my trail. The ice was strong enough to hold me—it should hold you.”
With the younger boy headed to safety, Luke inched closer to Roy. He heard the ice beneath him groan.
I’m not ready to meet you, Lord, but if this is the reason You got me out of prison and put me here today, at least help me save this boy first. Don’t give Emma one more reason to hate me.
He forced his thoughts away from Emma and the heartache he had caused her. “Roy, I’m gonna slip a loop of rope over you. You’re gonna have to get it under your arms. Can you do that?”
“I think so.”
“Goot.” Luke worked the rope off over his head and shoulders and prepared to lay the loop over Roy.
“Is...Alvin...safe?”
Luke glanced back. The boy was climbing the bank to where Noah stood with the rope snubbed around a tree. “He’s fine. You will be, too, in a minute.”
“I can’t...hold on. Can’t...feel...my hands.” Roy started to sink.
“Don’t give up.”
The boy’s head went under. Luke made a grab for him, plunging his hands into the frigid water.
* * *
Emma looked up in relief when she heard a horse and buggy come into the yard. Rising from her quilting frame, she crossed to the window. Her father should’ve been back an hour ago. She was anxious to hear what his doctor had told him about the fatigue he couldn’t shake.
Her father, Zachariah Swartzentruber, had always been a big man. He stood six feet tall, but she hadn’t noticed until this moment how his clothes seemed to hang on his frame now or how bent he was becoming. He moved slowly, as if his actions were painful or difficult as he got out of the buggy. She hoped the English doctor had discovered what was wrong and prescribed some medicine to make her father better.
She held open the door as he came up the walk. “How was your trip, Daed?”
“It was a long way. The traffic gets worse every time I must go into town. The foolish Englisch rush past without a care in their big cars.”
Their little Amish community of Bowmans Crossing was more than five miles off the state highway. Even so, the traffic in the area was increasing, as were the accidents involving buggies and cars.
She waited until her father took a seat at the kitchen table. “What did the doctor have to say?”
“Is there any kaffi?”
“Ja, I made a pot about an hour ago.” Going to the stove, she pulled a brown mug from the shelf overhead and filled it to the brim with the strong brew from her coffeepot.
“Danki.” He accepted the cup from her hand and stirred in a heaping spoonful of sugar. He sat staring into the liquid, stirring slowly.
Fear crept into Emma’s heart. It wasn’t like her father to be so quiet. Something was wrong. “What did the doctor have to say, Daed?”
Her father took a sip of coffee. “This is goot. You always could make good kaffi. Not like your mother. Her kaffi was always weak as dishwater.”
Emma