Sabrina (Big Sky Dreams) Page 3

Sabrina frowned at him in confusion.

  “All of Callie’s dresses are going to come up above your ankles, and your dresses don’t cover you on top.”

  Sabrina gawked at him. She’d never met such a plain-talking man. He didn’t blush or beat about the bush, and Sabrina wondered if this was the type of man it took to marry a woman in her occupation. She didn’t say this, however, but changed the subject.

  “Callie told me I could move out completely today. Did you know that?”

  “She told me. Why didn’t you?”

  “I wanted to, but I was afraid of not having any money, living on the streets, and having to start all over.”

  “How about you look for work around here?” Danny suggested.

  “Doing what?”

  “I don’t know. We’ll ask around and see what comes of it.” “Will I have to say where I’ve been?”

  “I don’t know why you would,” Danny said, not telling her that some folks, who knew the way Danny and Callie operated, would have already guessed. They would also never say anything to her. It wasn’t important.

  Sabrina looked back out to the street. It was such a nice neighborhood, a little like the one she’d grown up in. Such memories hadn’t come to mind in a long time, and for a moment Sabrina felt sick with longing.

  “Are you all right?” Danny asked, but Sabrina didn’t answer.

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  She looked back at the Bible and started again with her questions about Jesus.

  A month later, Sabrina came home from work at the laundry to find the house quiet. She went to the kitchen and found a note from Callie.

  [ I’m sorry about giving you such short notice, Bri, but Danny is taking me out to dinner. There are plenty of ingredients for a meal, and even some leftovers. We’ll see you when we get home. Callie

  Sabrina sat at the kitchen table, weary but not discontent. The familiar and comforting sounds of the house creaked around her as she sat alone for the first time in a month. She had stayed with the Barshaws only a week before realizing she wanted to make the move final. Once again the three of them had gone to Market Street, and this time she had packed for good. Lil had seen her and said she’d be welcome when she ran out of money, but Sabrina had not replied. She was afraid of that very thing but unwilling to admit that to Lill.

  But money had not been an issue. The very next day Danny found her work at the laundry, only four blocks from their house, and so far she had been treated well. One man had recognized her, but he had no authority over her and looked as uncomfortable as she did about the encounter. She never saw him after the first day, and that had been the end of it.

  Twice on the walk home she’d been stopped by men, one who said he knew her. But no one had touched her or tried to detain her.

  26 The hours at the laundry were long, and the work was hard, but she was still glad she’d made the trade.

  Each week she attended church with the Barshaws and listened. Questions filled her Sunday afternoons, and Sabrina was learning more every week. Gone was the fear of God’s anger if she read the Word. She read it every day and always hungered for more.

  In fact, she reached for the Bible now. She was working her way through the Christmas story because that holiday was just weeks away. Before she could get to Luke, however, some verses in Matthew 7 caught her attention.

  She read, “Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven, but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven. Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart fromme,ye that work iniquity. Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock. And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house, and it fell not, for it was founded upon a rock. And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand. And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.”

  “This is me,” she whispered to the Lord. “I’ve heard what I’m supposed to do, but I haven’t done it. I live here in comfort and safety, but I know I’m not ready to face You. You would say You’ve never known me.”

  For a moment, Sabrina’s breathing came hard. Fear crowded in, but then she remembered that she knew what to do. She did know the will of God in heaven. It was to believe on His Son, Jesus Christ. Danny had told her; Callie had said the words; and even Pastor Lederman had gone over them on Sunday.

  27”You died for me. You died to take my sins. I believe this, Lord. I can’t save myself. I can’t forgive myself, but You offer forgiveness, and I want that, Lord. I don’t want You to send me away. Please save me, God in heaven. Please save me for all time.”

  Sabrina had no idea how long she sat there and prayed, but it must have been some time because Danny and Callie came home before she could even fix herself something to eat. She met them at the door, her face alight with peace as she told them the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.

  “She handled it well,” Callie told Danny as they readied for bed, “but all the color drained from her face, and she was so quiet the rest of the evening.”

  Danny looked as pained as he felt.

  “It just keeps happening, Danny. We’re not that far from the night district, but our neighborhood is like another world. Why are men suddenly finding her?”

  “I don’t know, but she has to stop answering the door. You or I will go to the door, and make it clear to whoever is standing there thatRavenis not available for such activities. Tell them there is no Raven.”

  “What about work?”

  Danny’s head fell back. He could not protect Sabrina everywhere, but it didn’t change the need he felt. He looked over at his wife, who had tears in her eyes. Danny put an arm around her and pulled her close. He didn’t want to suggest what he was thinking, but at some point it was going to have to come up. Sabrina had come to them in November and believed before Christmas. It was now May. It seemed to the Barshaws that memories would fade. Sabrina had started a new life and left the old one behind, but somehow the old life was

  28 finding her, which probably meant one thing: It was time for Sabrina Matthews to leave Denver.

  “I don’t have to work until noon tomorrow. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

  “You’re going to send her away, aren’t you?” Callie guessed.

  “If I do, Cal, it’s because I love her too much to do anything else.”

  Callie’s tears would not be stopped. Mindful that Sabrina was just down the hall, she used her husband’s chest to muffle the sobs, completely unaware that Sabrina still heard them, her heart sinking with dread over what they might mean.

  “Montana?” Sabrina asked quietly, her eyes having grown to the size of moons.

  “Yes,” Danny answered. “Montana Territory.”

  “Do you really think I need to go that far to escape being recognized?”

  “No, you don’t, but I know of a fine church family. You would fit right in.”

  Sabrina’s look was almost comical. Callie had told herself to be strong, but she was already feeling teary. Sabrina could not help but notice.

  “Is this what you were crying about last night?” the younger woman asked.

  “You heard that?” Callie asked, looking crestfallen.

  “I was still thinking about that man at the door. I couldn’t fall asleep.”

  “Tell me something,” Danny cut in. “Do you know these men who are approaching you?”

  “Most of them, yes.”

  29 “And do they take no for an answer, or are some returning?” “Some return,” Sabrina said with a small shrug. “I don’t understand why.”

  At a time wh
en thoughts and hearts had been rather sober, both Danny and Callie found themselves smiling. Sabrina Matthews did not spend time thinking about the way she looked, but she was beautiful. Her skin was creamy, a bit dark in tone, but her cheeks still managed a lovely rose color. Her hair was thick with a bit of wave, very black, and her black-lashed eyes were like blue crystals. It was a surprising but lovely combination.

  It took a moment for Sabrina to see her friends’ smiles, and when she did, she was completely confused.

  “What?”

  “You’re just funny” Callie said.

  Sabrina frowned, trying to remember what she’d said, but she was completely at sea. Danny took pity on her and cleared it up with one name.

  “Nelson Taylor.”

  “Oh,” Sabrina said, full understanding hitting her. Nelson Taylor was a man at church who was interested in her. She had told him that she had no desire to marry and that she was the wrong woman for him, but he had said that he would never want anyone else. Each week he spoke to her, his heart in his eyes, and Sabrina knew nothing could dissuade him.

  “So what do you think?” Danny forced himself to bring them all back to the painful topic at hand. “Do you want to try Montana Territory?”

  “What will I do if it doesn’t work out?”

  “Come back.”

  “Yes, Bri,” Callie put in, “we’ll make sure you have return fare. Short of starvation, you keep that money tucked away and come back to us if you’re unhappy at all.”

  Sabrina looked into their faces, wondering how she could be away from them for one day and still be happy.

  30 “God is in Montana Territory too,” Danny said quietly, more for himself than for Sabrina.

  Sabrina looked into his eyes, knowing she quite literally owed him her life, and cried for the first time in years.

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  “MyHEART GRIEVES FOR my friend, Abi Pfister.” Pastor Rylan Jarvik spoke to the group ‘gathered at the cemetery. Next to him lay a plain wooden box ready for interment. “I will miss Abi’s lively mind and her tender heart. She hadn’t always had a tender heart, as most of you know, but just last week she told me she prayed for all of you. She believed that God had great plans for the townsfolk of Token Creek and our small church family.”

  Rylan looked out over the faces before him. Most were from his church, but not all. He’d already said what he wanted to say concerning Abi’s beliefs, but he thought a last reminder might be a good idea.

  “Please don’t forget that Abi is not in this box. Just last year she made Christ her Savior and God, and all that’s in this box is her frame.”

  Rylan closed in prayer, and then folks stood and visited for a while. All enjoyed knowing Abi at the end of her life, and to a person they had a fun story to share since she joined the church family. The last one to leave the graveside was Jeanette Fulbright, who had been

  32meeting with Abi for months. The two women had become close and grown in their knowledge of God as they studied in the book of James. Jeanette stared into the grave knowing she was going to miss her rather unpredictable friend in a very real way.

  One of Jeanette’s nephews came to see her back to the wagons, but before she turned away, Jeanette determined in her heart to pray as Abi had, believing that Christ had died for the folks in town and that God had something special in mind for Token Creek.

  The June sun was warm on the streets of Token Creek on Wednesday morning as Jeanette opened the door of her shop, Token Creek Apparel. She left the door standing open, enjoying the breeze as she slipped into the back to remove her hat and go to work.

  Business had been a little quiet, but that suited Jeanette. When she had taken on the shop full-time, she had not counted on how much work it would be for one person. Her nephew’s wife, Cassidy Holden, was always ready to give her a hand, but Cassidy was a new bride, and she and Trace lived a ways out of town where they ranched with Trace’s brother, Brad, and his wife, Meg. Jeanette had no new orders this week, so that would allow her to catch up on the week before.

  Jeanette started when she came from the back and realized she wasn’t alone. A tall young woman had come in very quietly, standing just inside the door and looking hesitant.

  “Hello,” Jeanette said kindly.

  “Hello,” the woman greeted her. “I’m here about the sign in the window about a job.”

  “Please come in,” Jeanette invited as she indicated a chair. No one had asked about the “Seamstress Needed” sign in the window, and Jeanette tried to tamp down her excitement. She spoke when the younger woman was seated. “I’m Jeanette Fulbright.”

  “I’m Bri,” she began but stopped. “I mean, Sabrina Matthews.”

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  “Do you like Bri or Sabrina?”

  “I usually go by Bri.”

  “In that case it’s nice to meet you, Bri. Tell me about your sewing experience.”

  “I’ve never used a sewing machine,” Sabrina said, her gaze flickering over to the one against the wall, “but I’m handy with a needle.”

  “Who taught you?”

  “My mother.”

  “Do you mind showing me some of your work?”

  “Yes, ma’am-I mean, no ma’am.” Sabrina stopped, took a breath, and tried to calm her racing heart. “I don’t mind.”

  Jeanette smiled with compassion into her young eyes, knowing how nervous she must be. Jeanette wanted to hire her-she wanted it in the worst way-but even though she was drawn to her sweet vulnerability, she had her business to consider.

  “How about a hem? Can you hem a pant leg for me?”

  Sabrina nodded, and took the things Jeanette handed to her-a needle, thread, and the men’s dress slacks, which had already been pinned.

  “Let me know when you’re done,” Jeanette said, moving to the sewing machine and hiding her smile when she heard Sabrina sigh.

  Sabrina wasted no time. She was good with hems, and it helped to be left alone to work. Her hands shook a little while threading the needle, but as soon as she’d accomplished that, she made short work of the hem. She checked it over carefully and knew she’d done her best.

  “Miss Fulbright?”

  “It’s Mrs.,” Jeanette told her, “but please call me Jeanette. How did you do?”

  By way of an answer, Sabrina handed her the pants. Jeanette studied the job and was pleased. Her style was different than Jeanette’s but just as neat and strong.

  34 “Very nice,” Jeanette said honestly, but still made herself go slowly. “Tell me something, Bri. What brings you to Token Creek?”

  “I’m originally from Denver,” Sabrina answered. She’d had miles and hours to think of a way to answer this question. “That city holds some bad memories for me, and when I wanted to try someplace different, friends of mine from my church family suggested Montana Territory.”

  “Well, I think you and I would do well together,” Jeanette said, having liked her answer and sensing her honesty. “But how about we give it a month’s trial? If after four weeks either one of us wants things to change, we need only say.”

  “All right,” Sabrina said, having to work not to sound as breathless as she felt. “When do you want me?”

  “How about in the morning?”

  Sabrina nodded, and Jeanette went on to explain when she opened and that she would need Sabrina from Wednesday through Saturday. Sabrina had a few more questions about what she should wear and how she would be paid, but Jeanette wasn’t done with her own questions.

  “When did you get into town?” the older woman asked. “Late yesterday afternoon.”

  “Do you have a place to live?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Why don’t you plan to stay at my house? You might not find a place today, and you’ll be working for the rest of the week, so staying with me will give you a chance to look around town.”

  Jeanette could see she’d confounded her. Sabrina looked into the older woman’s eyes, inches below her own, and felt as helpless as a chil
d. Even after life with the Barshaws and the Denver church family, such kindness from a stranger was more than Sabrina expected.

  “Thank you,” Sabrina managed. “I can work for you at your house if you need me to.”

  “As a matter of fact, I have a very fine staff that sees to everything,

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  so you need not worry on that account. Just take your time finding a safe place to live and getting settled in.”

  Sabrina was given instructions on how to find the house before she thanked Jeanette again and went on her way. Barely able to breathe, she went back to the train station and stood hesitantly in the empty building. Somehow she thought it was never a place to be empty. She was on the verge of leaving when the stationmaster appeared.

  “Back for your bag, Miss?” Kaleb Heydorn asked kindly.

  “Yes, thank you.”

  Kaleb smiled at the tall woman in his midst before slipping behind the counter to fetch her heavy satchel. He wanted to ask questions but stopped himself. He was not curious by nature, but this passenger fascinatedhim. He knew where she’d spent the night but would never have let her know.

  “Here you go,” Kaleb said as he handed her the bag.

  “What do I owe you?” she asked, reaching for the reticule that hung from her wrist.

  “This one’s on the house,” he said.

  “Thank you.”

  Kaleb nodded and watched her slip out the back door. He didn’t follow but was fairly certain where she was headed.

  Sabrina stepped out of the back of the train station, and walked across the gravel to a small copse of trees. She headed to the partially grassy area where she’d slept the night before and sank onto her knees.

  I have a job,she prayed, her entire frame awash with relief.Thank You. You provided. You went before me, and Jeanette Fulbright hired me.For long moments Sabrina could not form words-her thanks to God simply filled her heart.

  She had left Denver, declining a letter of introduction from the Barshaws. They had wanted to write a letter to the church family, one