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  All Scripture quotations are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

  Cover photo © Allison Miksch/Brand X Pictures/Getty Images

  Cover by Terry Dugan Design, Minneapolis, Minnesota

  JUST ABOVE A WHISPER

  Copyright © 2005 by Lori Wick

  Published by Harvest House Publishers

  Eugene, Oregon 97402

  www.harvesthousepublishers.com

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Wick, Lori.

  Just above a whisper / Lori Wick.

  p. cm.—(Tucker Mills trilogy ; bk. 2)

  ISBN-13: 978-0-7369-1159-7 (pbk.)

  ISBN-10: 0-7369-1159-6

  1. Indentured servants—Fiction. 2. Women domestics—Fiction. 3. Housekeepers— Fiction. 4. New England—Fiction. 5. Bankers—Fiction. I. Title. II. Series.

  PS3573.I237J87 2005

  813.'54—dc22 2005009573

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  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Characters

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Epilogue

  Glossary

  Books by Lori Wick

  Acknowledgments

  I so enjoy this page. It always gives me great joy to thank the people I love.

  Abby, for the covered bridge. It’s extremely fun to have it in each book. Also, thanks for all your help with the names.

  Phil, for the seven Rs and all the hours spent on theocentricity.

  Jane, you ought to be on the payroll. Your generosity and encouragement are a blessing. Harvest House doesn’t know it, but you might be their best salesperson.

  If I have my way, Mary, this will be the last time we have to rush. As always, you hung in there with me. All your perseverance does not go unnoticed.

  My Bob, for hanging in there throughout the process. This is book number 33! How did we do it? I know only this: God has used you in the most amazing way. Do you remember what you said that day long ago? This is good—keep writing. You know better than anyone that I did exactly that. It would never have happened without you.

  Characters

  Maddie Randall—pregnant since the end of May

  Jace Randall—her husband

  Clara—works for Jace and Maddie

  Doyle Shephard—Maddie’s uncle, who owns the general store

  Cathy Shephard—Maddie’s aunt

  Reese Thackery—an indentured servant

  Mr. Zantow—the man who owns Reese’s papers

  Pastor Douglas Muldoon—pastor at one of the meetinghouses in town

  Alison Muldoon—his wife

  Their children: Hillary, Joshua, Peter, Martin, and Jeffrey

  Conner Kingsley—owner of the Tucker Mills Bank

  Troy Thaden—Conner’s business partner

  Dalton Kingsley—Conner’s brother

  Jamie Kingsley—Dalton’s sick daughter

  Some of the townsfolk:

  Doc MacKay—the town doctor

  Mrs. Greenlowe—Mr. Zantow builds a porch for her

  Mr. Jenness—the bank manager

  Mrs. Lillie Jenness—his wife

  Gerald Jenness—their son

  Mr. Leffler—the bank teller

  Mr. Hank Somer—the town complainer

  The Reverend Mr. Sullins—pastor at Commons Meetinghouse

  Prologue

  The coach had been built for comfort. It was plush and large and moved easily as the horses pulled it clear of the town limits and onto the road beyond. The two inside were comfortable as well, not only with the seats, but with each other.

  “I’ll miss Grandmother,” the young man said, his voice changing often these days.

  “We’ll see her at Christmas,” his sister reminded him, thinking that they’d not gotten out of town as soon as they’d planned. She was regretting there would be no daylight to travel in at all.

  “Yes, but she looked so sad.”

  “She did, didn’t she?”

  “I think she has been since Grandfather died.”

  “He was her favorite person,” the young woman said, her romantic heart sighing a little.

  The 12-year-old wasn’t willing to keep his seat any longer. He shifted over to sit next to his sister, never enjoying the dark rides home from Tucker Mills.

  For a few miles they talked of nothing in particular. They knew their own mother would be looking for them in several hours and would begin to pace when the coach was late getting in.

  The young man suddenly heard his sister chuckle.

  “What are you laughing at?” he asked.

  “I was remembering the other night when Grandmother began—” she started to tell him when she suddenly felt the coach begin to slow.

  “Are you going to tell me?” he asked.

  “Shh,” his sister warned, her hand going to his arm with more strength than he expected. “Be quiet,” she said. “Not a word.”

  By then the coach had stopped. Brother and sister sat very close, holding hands, listening to the conversation outside.

  “Throw down your gold!” a voice snarled.

  “We haven’t any,” one of the coachmen called back.

  “Check inside,” the voice commanded, and the two in the interior cowered in fear. By the time the door was wrenched open, they were terrified.

  The highwaymen were not long in their work. Within ten minutes, it had started to rain. By then they had taken the goods they sought and left all four people dead or dying.

  One

  Tucker Mills, Massachusetts, 1839

  Maddie Randall, working on a baby’s quilt, happened to look out the window in time to see her husband heading toward the house. It was too early for their noon dinner, and there was plenty of weeding to be done in the fields at this time of the year. For a moment she wondered if he might be hurt. He was inside their farmhouse kitchen and calling for her before she had time to worry.

  “Maddie?”

  “Right here,” she answered from the small room off the parlor, the room where she kept her sewing and needlework. Jace appeared in the doorway as she came to her feet.

  “Is everything all right?” Maddie asked.

  “Yes, sit back down,” Jace directed. Knowing that the summer heat was causing swelling in her ankles, he realized that having her feet up was the best thing she could do. “Where’s Clara?” he asked after kissing her, checking on the woman who came a few days a week to help Maddie in the house.

  “Upstairs, I think.”

  Jace took the room’s only other chair.

  “Is something wrong?” Maddie asked, showing her tendency to be a worrier.

  “No, I just came from town, and I wanted to talk to you.”

  Maddie knew a moment of dread but still calmly asked, “Did you stop and see Mr. Muldoon?”

  “No,” Jace replied, looking surprised. “I told you I wouldn�
��t do that again without telling you first.”

  “Oh, that’s right. I forgot.”

  “Have you figured it out yet, Maddie?” Jace asked patiently.

  “Do you know yet why my seeing Pastor Muldoon bothers you?”

  “I think I finally do have it figured out. For a long time I was so fearful and upset that I was missing something God had for me, but then you convinced me that all was well. Now, you’re not sure. You’re asking questions about death and eternity, and I don’t know what to think. You were the stable one, and I made you my rock.”

  “And now I’ve crumbled,” Jace said quietly.

  “That’s just it!” Maddie exclaimed. “You haven’t crumbled! You’re not a crying, fearful mess like I was. You’re confident that you’ll gain answers, and you’re willing to search until you do, not caring what anyone says or thinks.”

  “I care what you think. And I’ll just keep apologizing for not listening to you sooner. You knew something wasn’t right, Maddie, but I didn’t see it.”

  Maddie sighed. They had had this conversation at least six times since she’d told him they were expecting and he’d announced his need to see Mr. Muldoon. Mr. Muldoon was one of the pastors in town, but he wasn’t their pastor. At least, not yet. Maddie could tell even that was going to change. Her aunt and uncle attended services at the meetinghouse on the green, and she often went with them. But Mr. Muldoon’s congregation was building their own meetinghouse. They had been worshiping together in the Muldoons’ parlor and kitchen for years.

  “I don’t want you to be upset with me,” Jace cut into her thoughts. “Or feeling like I’ve betrayed you.”

  “I don’t feel that way,” Maddie said, even as she remembered that a few weeks ago she did. “I just fear that you’re going to go someplace and not take me along.”

  Jace took her hand. He held it tenderly, as tenderly as his eyes held hers.

  “What kind of husband would I be to do that?” he asked, his fingers gently stroking hers. “We’re going to stick together, the three of us.”

  “I know you won’t leave me,” Maddie cut in.

  “I’m not talking about that, Maddie. I’m talking about all of us understanding what God wants and what is required of us.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  Jace didn’t have an answer, but he did feel certain of one thing: After all of Maddie’s searching, God would not turn her away. Jace’s search for truth was relatively new, but he also believed that God would not reject him.

  Maddie’s hand slipped from his. She had wanted an answer, and the disappointment on her face told Jace he’d failed. Jace’s mind searched for something to say, but he was out of words. He did want to go see Mr. Muldoon again but wasn’t sure how to broach the idea with his wife. When she picked up her handwork again, he knew that now was not the time.

  “Why did you go to town?” Maddie finally asked, her eyes on the tiny squares of fabric in her lap, her voice a bit tight.

  Jace smiled very gently before admitting, “I had to see a man about a cradle.”

  Completely sorry for the things she’d been thinking, Maddie looked up. “Oh, Jace,” was all she could manage.

  “Don’t give up, Maddie,” Jace urged. “We can figure this out together.”

  Not sure if she believed this or not, Maddie didn’t say anything, but when Jace reached for her hand again, she did not pull away.

  Reese Thackery opened her bedroom door very slowly. She didn’t have a large room, or a fancy one, but the door had a lock—something that was important to her. She moved as slowly as she could manage this day because the room had something else: a door that tended to squeak, sounding very loud in the early morning hours.

  Mr. Zantow had not had a good night. He was never at his best when drinking, and last night had been worse than usual. Reese always thought about living and working elsewhere at these times, but it wasn’t that simple. Reese Thackery was an indentured servant and had been for more than four years. It wasn’t slavery, but in a very real sense, Mr. Zantow owned her.

  From her small room that sat to the rear of the house, Reese made her way quietly into the kitchen, only to be startled by the sight of Mr. Zantow by the fire.

  “Good morning,” the servant said when she found her voice, wanting to laugh at how quiet she’d been, thinking him still asleep.

  “Good morning, Reese,” he said tiredly. His eyes closed as he balanced himself with a hand to the mantel. “Is there coffee?”

  “I’ll put it on right now.”

  Reese glanced his way when he moved slowly to the table and took a seat. It wasn’t a large kitchen, so for her it was an invasion of space, but she kept to her task, casting occasional glances in his direction. Clearly he had a headache, and that seemed to be all that was on his mind.

  Breakfast preparations began as soon as the coffee was on, and twice Reese forgot herself and began to hum. Humming was something she did as she worked. It was a natural part of her, but she knew that now was not the time. Even without looking behind her, she was certain that Mr. Zantow was not feeling better.

  When the coffee was ready, she took him a cup and asked if he wanted cream.

  “I want you to run an errand,” he said, not having heard her question. “Go see Mrs. Greenlowe. Tell her I’ll be late today.”

  “All right,” she agreed with quiet relief. “Do you need anything else?”

  “No, and don’t hurry,” he told her, thinking she was much too cheerful this morning.

  Forgetting about breakfast for the moment and going down the back hall in order to leave by that door, Reese exited without further word. She walked past the fenced-in kitchen garden, overflowing with fruits and vegetables, and made her way onto the street.

  Mr. Zantow worked with wood. He could turn his hand to any task that dealt with wood and end up with perfection. Right now he was repairing a porch for Mrs. Greenlowe. Reese knew it would last for at least 50 years when he was done. He never went to a job intoxicated, and his work was known around town as the best. He didn’t work steadily in the winter, but come spring and summer, he was never without a task. He had a small workshop at the back of his property where he made furniture, but that work was sporadic, and he usually only turned out a few pieces each winter.

  This past winter had been the exception. He’d had steady work making pews for the new meetinghouse in town. They weren’t quite finished, but it wouldn’t take long if he could keep his head. He also had a recent request for a cradle, all of which pleased Reese. She found that when Mr. Zantow was busy, he did less drinking. In fact, he was an easy man to work for until he got a little too deep into his cups. Unfortunately that happened every weekend and now some weeknights.

  “Hello, Reese,” Alison Muldoon called as Reese passed her house.

  “Hello, Alison,” she called in return, heading that way.

  “Are you shopping this morning?” Alison asked. She was married to Reese’s pastor, Douglas Muldoon.

  “No, just running an errand and taking my time about it.”

  “How is Mr. Zantow this morning?”

  “Not at his best.” Reese’s expression, which was almost comical, said more than her words. “He sent me to tell Mrs. Greenlowe that he’ll be late, and he doesn’t want me to hurry back.”

  Alison’s head tipped with interest. “How will you know when to return?”

  Reese smiled. “I’ll just force these long legs to walk slowly. If he’s still not feeling well when I return, I’ll find something quiet to do.”

  Alison returned the smile and invited her to stop and talk if she found herself at loose ends. She watched Reese go on her way, utterly captivated with the tall redhead.

  Reese had come to them only six months past, having had a close call with Mr. Zantow and wanting to speak about it. Douglas had talked to her for more than three hours. Alison had joined them as much as time allowed. After hearing all that Douglas had to say about Jesus Christ, Reese confe
ssed Him as her Savior. The months that followed had proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that her heart had been real.

  Reese Thackery was remarkably humble and thirsty for knowledge of the Scriptures. She came with questions every week, never arguing but listening to each answer with a keen intelligence. And she never seemed to run out of energy. Joining the Muldoons for Sunday dinner when she was able, she never tired of the discussions they had or the concepts Douglas introduced to her. Alison thought she was one of the best things to happen to their small church family in a long time.

  And to their own family. Reese was always swift to lend a hand with a meal or cleanup, and the Muldoon children adored her. She was good with the baby too, and he was less than six months old.

  Alison shook herself from these mental wanderings and went back indoors. Her husband and five children would be looking for breakfast.

  “Mrs. Greenlowe,” Reese called out as she knocked, not sure if she would hear. “Mrs. Greenlowe, it’s Reese.”

  The door took some time in opening.

  “Come in, Reese,” Mrs. Greenlowe invited when she saw the younger woman’s face. “I want you to do something for me.”

  Not surprised by this request, Reese entered. She had learned never to be surprised by Mrs. Greenlowe, who was always busy with a project of some type.

  “Do you see that tin on the top shelf?” The woman had taken her to the kitchen and now pointed to a high shelf.

  “Yes, do you want it?”

  “Please.”

  Without having to fully extend her arm, Reese retrieved the tin and handed it to Mrs. Greenlowe. As Reese stood there, the other woman opened the tin. Reese thought she was beyond surprise, but when the open tin revealed a pile of bank notes, her brows went up. Mrs. Greenlowe looked up and smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief.

 

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