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His New Amish Family
Patricia Davids
Her home—and heart—on the line… in the heartwarming conclusion to The Amish Bachelors seriesWidow Clara Fisher’s late uncle promised his farm to her—but she can’t find the documents to prove it! Desperate to stop her Englisch cousin from selling it, she seeks the help of auctioneer Paul Bowman. Paul’s always been a wandering spirit, but will sweet, stubborn Clara and her children suddenly fill his empty life with family and love?
Her home—and heart—on the line...
in the heartwarming conclusion to The Amish Bachelors series
Widow Clara Fisher’s late uncle promised his farm to her—but she can’t find the documents to prove it! Desperate to stop her Englisch cousin from selling it, she seeks the help of auctioneer Paul Bowman. Paul’s always been a wandering spirit, but will sweet, stubborn Clara and her children suddenly fill his empty life with family and love?
After thirty-five years as a nurse, PATRICIA DAVIDS hung up her stethoscope to become a full-time writer. She enjoys spending her free time visiting her grandchildren, doing some long-overdue yard work and traveling to research her story locations. She resides in Wichita, Kansas. Pat always enjoys hearing from her readers. You can visit her online at patriciadavids.com (http://www.patriciadavids.com).
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His New Amish Family
Patricia Davids
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08433-8
HIS NEW AMISH FAMILY
© 2018 Patricia MacDonald
Published in Great Britain 2018
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“What are you doing here?”
She grinned and tipped her head to the side. “Paul, I live here.”
“I mean, why aren’t you at the hospital?” He tried to ignore the rush of happiness that filled his chest.
“Sophie is doing better, and I needed to come home and get some things done. I’ve been wearing the same dress since we took Sophie to the hospital. It was time for a change.”
“That’s great. How are you?” She looked fine to him. Better than fine. She looked wonderful.
He studied her lovely face. A light blush colored her cheeks, and her eyes had dark circles under them but they sparkled now as she gazed at him. A soft smile curved her lips. She was happy to see him.
Clara wasn’t his type, so why was he so delighted to see her?
Dear Reader (#u194fafc0-a76c-5927-a571-175e7ddcd1a1),
I was sorry to say goodbye to the folks of Bowmans Crossing. Each time I create a new community, it comes alive for me with houses and stores, people and pets, bridges and rivers. It’s a joy to recreate in some simple way the glory that God has placed in front of our eyes every day.
I fell in love with Clyde. I must admit I’m a dog person. In a few years, I may be as devious and ditzy as Charlotte. She was way too much fun to write. She will remain one of my most endearing characters. I wish I had thought of her sooner. I could have used her in all six of the Bachelor books. Oh well.
Everyone who has been in love knows the path it leads us down isn’t smooth. It can be a great trip or it can be a trial, but I am a firm believer that love prevails. I guess that’s why I write romance books.
So what’s next for me? I’m happy to say I’m off to create a new Amish community, where love always wins and kindness is the order of the day.
Blessings to all,
Patricia Davids
If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man’s religion is vain. Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.
—James 1:26–27
This book is dedicated with love and respect to my daughter Kathy. Thanks for all your help and the two wonderful grandkids. Mama Loves You.
Contents
Cover (#u7e623507-eabf-5969-b886-0b15f96ec315)
Back Cover Text (#u9aa39c33-62b9-53c1-89da-2f499b19b771)
About the Author (#ufd023260-0b1d-5b63-b6d9-33c3954454dd)
Booklist (#ufd023260-0b1d-5b63-b6d9-33c3954454dd)
Title Page (#ua4f43f7b-6a70-5988-b0ec-719d80b782e2)
Copyright (#u485b56cc-3c0e-5912-9989-ed5ae740cc79)
Introduction (#u35fed53e-40b6-589c-9eef-37d926f2a27f)
Dear Reader (#u10d03580-982b-5262-b974-61c343f37435)
Bible Verse (#u34093653-4165-500c-aaaf-e1c03e60e497)
Dedication (#u42043026-edaa-5119-979f-5b8538df7cb2)
Chapter One (#u4bf149bc-8189-54c9-a52a-9775a52bfe23)
Chapter Two (#uae599ab4-81c4-5702-bdfd-5e70f323181e)
Chapter Three (#u40e7bffe-8d5d-50f6-a7b9-5b746ce3f8f8)
Chapter Four (#uab3661bc-5af0-50ac-81af-b11202ee1965)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One (#u194fafc0-a76c-5927-a571-175e7ddcd1a1)
“This is what you spent our money on?”
“It’s wunderbar, ja? What a beauty.” Paul Bowman grinned as he wiped a spot of dirt off the white trailer bearing his name in large black letters on the side. It might look like a big white box with windows but it was his future. It sat parked inside their uncle’s barn out of the weather.
His brother, Mark, shook his head. “Beauty was not my first thought.”
Paul stepped back to take in the full effect. “Paul Bowman Auction Services. Has a nice sound, don’t you think? A friend did all the custom work. He found this used concession stand trailer, stripped it to a shell, then installed the sliding glass windows on each side, rewired it for battery power as well as electricity, installed the speakers on the roof and customized the inside to fit my needs. It did smell like fried funnel cakes for a while but the new paint job took care of that.”
Mark sighed heavily. “This is not what I was expecting.”
Paul walked around pointing to the features he had insisted on having. “It is mounted on a flatbed trailer with two axles and radial tires for highway travel. The front hitch is convertible. It can be pulled by horses or by a truck if the auction is more than twenty miles away.”
“What were you thinking?”
Paul didn’t understand the disapproval in his older brother’s voice. “I told you I needed a better sound system. People have to be able to hear the auctioneer.”
Mark gestured toward the trailer. “I thought you wanted a new speaker. This thing looks like a cross between a moving van and the drive-up window at the Farley State Bank. It’s huge. And white. Our buggies must be black.”
“The bishop won’t object to the color. It’s not like it’s sunflower yellow and it isn’t truly a buggy. It’s my place of business. It has everything I need.”
“Everything except an auction to take it to.”
“The work will start rolling in. You’ll see.” He pulled open the back door. “You have got to hear this sound system. These speakers are awesome. It all runs on battery power, or I can plug it in if there is electricity at the place where the auction is being held. The bishop allows the use of electricity in some businesses so he shouldn’t object to this.”
“You will have to okay it with him. It isn’t plain.”
“I’ll see him soon. I’m not worried.”
“And if he says nee, can you get your money back?”
“He won’t.” Paul stepped up into what was essentially an office on wheels.
The trailer was outfitted with two desk spaces, two chairs and a dozen storage bins of assorted sizes secured to the walls. Sliding windows on both sides opened to let him deal directly with customers and call the auction without leaving the comfort of his chair. A third window at the front with an open slot beneath it served as a windshield so he could drive a team of horses from inside.
