Recklessly Amish

By Samantha Collier

Sarah thinks that the Amish lifestyle isn't for her. She loves her family and friends but she feels as if she doesn't fit in. She doesn't bite her tongue, hates to do common chores and thinks children are snotty little brats. What she does like to do is push the envelope, whether it be riding a horse too fast or shirking her duties at the farm. But when she meets the serious minded John, she begins to rethink her attitude. Will she change her ways for the sake of a romance?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trellis Publishing
• Release date: Jul 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201023058

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Chapter One

Loss

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John puffed slightly as he walked over the plain, taking off his black hat to wipe sweat from his brow.  This shouldn’t be happening. Still at least twenty minutes from home.  His father was going to be angry.

Well, he hadn’t planned for it.  When the wheel had started wobbling on the buggy as he cantered along the familiar dirt road, he had slowed down.  He had done everything that he could think of to get the thing home.  Yes, he knew that his father had told him to adjust it days ago, but he had just plumb forgot.  And then, of course, it had completely left the axle, causing the buggy to veer off into the ditch.  He didn’t have anything on him to fix it.  So he had left it, and started walking. The horses weren’t up to bare back riding.

He knew that this was a short cut; he had heard people talking about it.  Veer over the plains, rather than take the road.  He was still unfamiliar with the area, but he knew enough landmarks to be okay.  Well, he had no other choice.  He had to get home, and quickly.

It was only supposed to be a quick trip into town, to get a few things his mother needed for the Easter dinner.  They had relatives arriving for the feast, all the way from Indiana, where they had recently moved from.  His parents were counting on him.  And then, this had to happen.

John stopped, frowning, as he surveyed the landscape.  He thought he was going the right way, but it all looked the same.  With a pained sigh, he started off again.  Luckily, it was a perfect spring day, not a cloud in the sky. If a trifle hot.

He set off, again.  It