The Forever Family

That suited Rachel fine.

Sam clapped his hands, calling to the big dog. “Shadow! Come here, you mangy mongrel. Don’t you have any manners?”

Gladys patted Rachel’s knee. “I don’t know why Shadow’s over here at your place. He should be home minding his business.”

The dog bounded over and jumped up on Sam, growling playfully as the man rubbed the animal’s ears. From the backseat, Danny rested his hand on Rachel’s shoulder, his blue eyes creased with worry. “It’s okay, Mommy. Sam won’t let his dog hurt you.”

Her son’s concern touched her heart. She didn’t fully understand her own phobia. She tried to tell herself everything was okay, yet she couldn’t seem to gain control over her anxiety.

Sam pushed the dog away and pointed toward his place. “Go home, Shadow. Go!”

The dog whined, then took off like a shot and Rachel breathed a sigh of relief.

“There, everything’s fine now.” Gladys smiled.

Sam came and opened Rachel’s door slow and careful. “You okay, now?”

Her voice came out as a small, indistinguishable croak. Instead, she nodded, wishing he hadn’t seen visible proof of her fear.

“Shadow won’t bother you again. Come on.” He reached to take her hand and guide her out of the truck. The little boys followed, scrambling into the yard.

Rachel looked at the house. Peeling paint covered the white clapboard. The green trim appeared dull and faded. A shutter hung loose at an odd angle against the outside wall. Half of the picket fence had fallen over, buried in the depths of snow. The front windows stared back at them, black and vacant.

Just like her heart.

She waited beside Gladys while Sam used the plow blade on his front fender to clear the driveway. When he finished, he called to the boys who romped in the snow. “Let’s see if we can clear a path to the front door. I’ve got plenty of snow shovels, so I’ll expect you boys to help. Let’s get this place cleaned up.”

Sam’s take-charge manner gave Rachel confidence. As the boys scrambled to help, Sam lifted three snow shovels out of the back. He handed one to each child. Rachel pulled on her gloves. “How can I help?”

“I’m out of shovels. You and Gladys can supervise and let your injured arm heal. Once we clear a path to the house, you can go inside.”

Rachel stood in the deep snow, her feet warm and snug in the boots Gladys had loaned her. The women waited as the boys and Sam bent their backs to the work. Sam shoveled snow away from the picket fence. His heavy thigh muscles flexed beneath his blue jeans as he cleared a wide path, revealing gravel and then the cement walkway leading up to the front porch. As he worked, his breath came out in little puffs. His lean cheeks reddened and he sniffed against the cold air. Occasionally, he glanced at his progress, then went back to work.

Realizing she was staring, Rachel turned and went to the back of the truck and opened the travel trailer. With Gladys’s help, they sorted her things and stacked boxes.

Within an hour, the boys had cleared all the walkways leading up and around the house, barn and tool shed.

Danny wiped his red nose on the back of his coat sleeve. “Are we done yet?”

Sam surveyed their work and nodded. “Yep! Good job, boys. You’ve earned some free time.”