Angels Watching over Me (Shenandoah Sisters #1)

Michael Phillips is one of the premier fiction authors publishing in the Christian marketplace. He has authored more than fifty books, with total sales exceeding five million copies. He's also the editor of the popular GEORGE MACDONALD CLASSICS series. Phillips owns and operates a Christian bookstore on the West Coast. He and his wife, Judy, have three grown sons and make their home in Eureka, California. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. A Visit to Town The sun dawned just as it had many times before during Kathleen Clairbornex92s young life. She rolled over in bed to see its light slanting through her window. She gave a sleepy sigh of pleasure. It was Monday and no more rain was in sight. They would be able to go into town. Her mother had promised her a new dress for her birthday, but Katie had been afraid more rain might cancel the outing. Greens Crossing was six miles away. It was not a trip her mother made often, especially if the road was muddy. There was not anything unusual about this particular day. The sun had beamed into Katiex92s window on countless mornings just like it. Yet this would not be like any of those other days. Katie would look back on this as the day when, for her, everything began to change. Greens Crossing was not a large town. A handful of stores, a livery stable, a school, a church, a bank, a general store and post office, and one saloon clustered together at the intersection of two roads. We lived a little closer to town than she did, but Ix92d never set foot in it in my life. Though the Clairbornesx92 Rosewood was not the largest plantation of the region, they were known by most of the citizens of Greens Crossing. Richard Clairborne, Katiex92s father, was a hard worker, fair to his slaves, faithful to his family, but a man who kept mostly to himself. He didnx92t have close friends in town. His three sons were like him in that way. Neither they nor Katie attended the Greens Crossing school. The Clairbornes werenx92t seen at church except for occasional special circumstances. Six miles is a fair piece by horse and buggy. Once or twice a year, Mrs. Clairborne rode the even more daunting nineteen miles into Charlotte. Thatx92s where she bought her own clothes and Katiex92s and did most of the familyx92s shopping. But Katie had grown two inches over the winter, and the dressmaker in Greens Crossing was as skilled as any in the city. Since it would not be until later in the summer that she and her husband would be taking a wagon into Charlotte again, the buggy would carry them into Greens Crossing today. Katie and her mother left the dressmakerx92s an hour after arriving in town and stepped from the wooden sidewalk to cross the dirt street. "Hello, Rosalind," a womanx92s voice called out behind them. Mrs. Clairborne paused and turned toward the general store ownerx92s wife, who had spoken to her. Katie continued into the street, still thinking of the soft, pretty fabric they had picked out and the bright yellow hat they had ordered to go with the new dress. She didnx92t notice her mother stopping to chat with Mrs. Hammond. Neither did she see two riders suddenly gallop recklessly around the saloon at the corner. A tumult of shouts and whinnies suddenly filled the air. "Get outta the way, youx97!" Mrs. Clairborne swiftly turned toward the ruckus. "Katie ... watch out!" she cried as she ran frantically toward the street. Suddenly a manx92s heavy step ran past Mrs. Clairborne. The next instant Katie was thrown to the ground. A second later the riders thundered by. The tall, lanky Negro picked himself up off the ground beside the frightened girl. He stooped down, took her hand, and pulled Katie to her feet. "Yo needs be a mite mo careful crossinx92 da street, Miss Katx92leen," he said, brushing the dirt from his trousers and shirt. "Dem two soldiers mighta run right ober da top er you." Mrs. Clairborne rushed toward them. "Oh, Henry, I canx92t thank you enough!" she exclaimed to the black man who worked in the livery stable. "Katie, are you all right?" she said, taking Katiex92s hand. Still too stunned to speak, Katie nodded. "Dern blamed soldiers," muttered Henry, who had bought his own freedom some years before, "dey been raisinx92 a ruckus rounx92 x92bout fo days now. Ah doan know whatx92s goinx92 on. Dex92re all ridinx92 down tx92 Charleston. Somethinx92s up fo shox97I been hearinx92 talk x92bout an army gatherinx92. Yor husband joininx92, max92am?" "I donx92t know, Henry," sighed Mrs. Clairborne. "I really donx92t know." As they talked, Katie gazed up into the face of the tall man. The shine in his eyes and the gleam of his perfect teeth drew her gaze into his earnest countenance. An uncommon sensation of gratitude welled up within the heart of the young white girl for the Negro man who had run in front of racing horsesx92 hooves to keep her from being trampled. Mrs. Clairbornex92s voice intruded abruptly into Katiex92s reflections. "Kathleen, sometimes I wonder if therex92s a brain in that head of yours," she said, pulling on Katiex92s hand as they walked away. "What gets into you to wander into the street like that?" "Ah wouldnx92t be too hard on da chilx92, max92am," said Henry from behind them. "Ix92m grateful for what youx92ve done, Henry," rejoined Mrs. Clairborne, turning back toward the stable hand, "but now you must really mind your own business. The child is careless and scatterbrained. She needs to watch where she is going." "Yesx92m," said the black man. He tipped his hat to mother and daughter, then ambled back in the direction of the livery.