“Here they come. I’d better get my gloves.” “Please tell me you’re nett going to work in the field today.” Rachel kept pace at his side as he lumbered out of the field. “That’s a bad burn. It might get infected.” “Look, Rachel. My arm’s fine. And I’m not sitting in the house with a bunch of women.” He waved at Timothy and pain tore through his arm. “Don’t say anything about this to anyone,” he said as he walked away. From the corner of his eye, he could see Rachel cut across the yard toward the house. She meant well, but he couldn’t risk the men thinking he needed pampering. Jordan touched the bandage beneath his long-sleeved shirt and glanced at the sky. “God, others believe you will heal spontaneously. I know you’re capable, but since you didn’t do it the multitude of times I prayed before, I’m skeptical. So I’ll just ask that you heal this wound. The Hartzlers need my help and I can’t give it with this burn. So if it be your will . . . ,”
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