Wednesday night already. Seems it was just Sunday, and they were all gathered around the piano. Where had the days gone? Maren sighed. The deep breath caused her aching arms to remind her. She’d given most of her time and all of her energy to the wheat harvest.Sound asleep on her bed, Gabi purred like a kitten. Maren pulled her dressing gown tight and focused her gaze to follow the light that bounced along the path toward the barn. The candle lantern’s glow was just strong enough to illuminate Rutherford’s silhouette. At the barn doors, the light stopped moving forward and swung around, toward the house. Could he see her standing at the window?Her sight couldn’t confirm the notion, and it wouldn’t be proper for her to wave. The lantern raised and swung right then left. He had seen her.“Sweet dreams, Rutherford.” He deserved to sleep well. And comfortably. Despite a sore shoulder, he had worked alongside them every day, today swinging the scythe. She hadn’t seen him wince, but she knew he had to be hurting.When the lantern disappeared through the barn doors, Maren closed the curtain and blew out the lamp, then knelt at her bedside.
