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Authors: Kelly Irvin
Spring smelled so clean. Rebekah gripped the kitchen counter and breathed in the scent of fresh-cut grass that wafted through the open window on a breeze that rustled the curtain. Their curtain in their kitchen in their house built by Tobias and the other men. From her vantage point she could see the corral across the road and the saddle shop beyond it. Close enough that Tobias, David, and Levi could walk over for the noon meal most days.
Tobias had Diego on Cracker Jack again. He'd grown so much in the last year, his long, skinny legs hung down the horse's flanks. Cracker Jack had turned into a perfect ride for a boy who knew no fear and loved all animals. He'd spend every day in the saddle if Tobias let him.
A pain that radiated from her lower back into her stomach made her lean forward and close her eyes. She rubbed her belly, breathing in and out, in and out. The baby was almost two weeks late. Maybe today would be the day.
“What's the matter?” Susan waddled across the room, a bowl of bread dough in one hand. Her belly was only slightly smaller than Rebekah's. She wasn't due until May, but Vesta Hostetler
had taken over the classroom not long after Susan had realized a baby was on the way. “Did the enchilada casserole disagree with you?”
“Nee, I reckon this baby is finally set on making an entrance.”
Susan dropped the bowl on the counter. “And you're just getting around to mentioning it?”
“I reckon there's no hurry. You're here. Tobias is here. Mudder is just down the road.” Another pain rocketed across her belly. This one might rip her in two. She leaned on the counter and panted through it. “Maybe you could walk out there and tell Tobias to come on in. He can send David to get Mudder.”
Susan headed toward the back door. “Lupe, Lupe, get in here,” she shouted as she let the screen door slam. “We're having a baby.”
Lupe shot through the door seconds later, her face lit up with a smile that Rebekah had been delighted to see more and more often in the year since the kinner had settled in with them. Her face and hands were dirty from working in the garden, the knees of the pants she insisted on wearing muddy. “Baby is coming.”
“I sure hope so. Otherwise this is an awful case of indigestion.”
Lupe scrunched up her face the way she always did when an English word befuddled her. “What is indigestion?”
“Never mind. Help me into the bedroom.”
Tobias wasted no time in appearing by her bedside. He sent Lupe to bring a glass of water and a wet washcloth. “This is it, then?” He slid his straw hat from his head and began to knead it between his big hands. “Soon?”
“Soon you will hold your son or daughter in your arms. Today for sure.” She rolled on her side to face him and tugged the hat from his hands. “You'll ruin it, you keep that up.”
He knelt at her side. “Promise me you'll stay. You won't go anywhere.”
“It's in Gott's hands. If your daed can face his fears and have a new bopli with Susan, we can get through it too.”
“I know. I know.” His Adam's apple bobbed. “It's bound to bring back memories, though, for them and for me.”
“I was thinking, if it's a boy, we should name him Carl.”
After a minute, understanding flashed in his eyes. “For Carlos, for Lupe and Diego's daed.”
“Jah.”
“That would be nice. They'll like that. You are such a gut person to think of that. More than I deserve.” He caught her fingers in his and bowed his head. “I'm so thankful.”
The silence that followed was replete with a prayer Rebekah had inscribed on her own heart. A prayer for her own unborn child, for her family, for her mann, for the blessings she'd received and didn't deserve.
“Amen,” he whispered without raising his head. “Amen.”
“We take each day on faith.” She slid her hand through his thick hair. “Thankful for the time we've had together. What comes tomorrow, comes.”
He lifted his head, grabbed her hand, and pressed her palm to his lips in a warm, sweet kiss. “I'm thankful that Lupe and Diego are allowed to stay with us. I'm thankful for Karen and the other legal-aid folks working so hard to help us keep them. I'm thankful Daed and Susan are as happy as we are. I'm thankful we'll soon have a bopli to love and protect and so will they. I'm thankful you make the best apple pie this side of the Mississippi. I'm thankful David stayed. I'm thankful Bobbie went. I'm thankful David seems to be spending a lot of time with Vesta
these days. I'm thankful Martha and Jacob will marry. I'm so thankful . . .”
The litany of blessings went on and on for so long Rebekah barely noticed the labor pains anymore. She closed her eyes and leaned into her husband's hug. She couldn't wait for this baby to arrive so they could watch Gott's plan unfold before their eyes. So many things remained to be seen and to be done. They would take each step with Lupe and Diego in faith. And with this new bopli. Gott hadn't let them down yet and He never would.
First, thanks to saddle maker Tom Kline, owner of Kline Saddlery in Fredericksberg, Texas, who kindly allowed me to poke around in his shop and explained the craft to me. Any mistakes are all mine.
The writing of
The Saddle Maker's Son
presented many challenges, both on the page and off. I am forever grateful to my editor, Becky Monds, for her ability to see the story in the mess and show me how to fix it. In this case, she had her work cut out for her. Her patience is epic. I'm also thankful to Zondervan and HarperCollins Christian Publishing for not shying away from the story. It is not my intent to stir the political pot. This is a story about who we are as Christians and how we are called to respond to those around us who are in need.
The Saddle Maker's Son
encourages readers to ask themselves what they would do in this situation. What does Christ call them to do? What are we all called to do? Ultimately, it's a love story, both romantic love and agape love. I'm blessed to work with a publishing team who makes room for me to tell the stories that are laid on my heart.
As always, I must thank my agent, Mary Sue Seymour, for
her support and friendship. Her guidance, encouragement, and unfailing kindness keep me on course.
None of this would be possible without the support of my husband, Tim, and my childrenânow amazingly all grown upâErin and Nicholas. I love you guys.
Last, but by no means least, I send my deepest appreciation and respect to the readers who buy books and read stories. Your support makes it possible for writers to do what we do. Your feedback and encouragement bless me beyond measure. You give me the encouragement I need to continue writing. Thank you and God bless.
P
UPUSAS
Ingredients:
2 cups masa harina
1 cup warm water
1 cup filling (suggestions below)
In a large bowl, mix together the masa harina and water and knead well. Work in more water, 1 tablespoon at a time, if needed to make a moist yet firm dough. A ball of the masa should not crack at the edges when you press down on it. Cover the masa and set aside for 5 to 10 minutes.
On a clean, smooth surface, roll the dough into a log and cut into 8 equal portions. Roll each portion into a ball.
Press an indentation in each ball with your thumb. Put about 1 tablespoon of desired filling into each indentation and fold the dough over to completely enclose it. Press the ball with your palms to form a disc, taking care that the filling doesn't spill out.
Line a tortilla press with plastic and press out each ball to
about 5 or 6 inches wide and about ¼ inch thick. If you don't have a tortilla press, place the dough between two pieces of plastic wrap or waxed paper and roll it out with a rolling pin.
Heat a well-greased skillet over medium-high heat. Cook each pupusa for about 1 to 2 minutes on each side until slightly browned and blistered. Remove to a plate and keep warm until all pupusas are done. Serve with curtido and salsa roja.
Filling Suggestions:
C
URTIDO
(S
ALVADORAN
C
ABBAGE
S
ALAD
)
Ingredients:
1/2 head cabbage
1 carrot, peeled and grated
4 cups boiling water
3 scallions, minced
1/2 cup white vinegar
1/2 cup water
1 jalapeño or serrano pepper, minced
1/2 teaspoon salt
Place cabbage and carrots in a large heatproof bowl and add boiling water to cover cabbage. Set aside for 5 minutes. Drain in colander, pressing out as much of the liquid as possible. Return to bowl and toss with remaining ingredients. Let sit at room temperature for a couple of hours or overnight. Then chill and serve.
S
ALSA
R
OJA
(R
ED
S
AUCE
)
Ingredients:
3 tablespoons olive oil
1/4 cup chopped onion
1 garlic clove, chopped
1 serrano or jalapeño pepper, chopped
2 cups tomatoes, peeled, seeded, and chopped
2 teaspoons dried oregano
Salt and pepper
1/4 cup chopped cilantro (optional)
Heat oil in saucepan over medium heat. Add onion, garlic, and chopped pepper. Sauté for 2 to 3 minutes or until onion is translucent. Stir in tomatoes and oregano and simmer for about 10 minutes. Remove from heat and cool. Puree the sauce in a blender (or by hand as the Amish would do it!), adding water if needed. Add salt and pepper to taste and cilantro if you like it.
Kelly Irvin is the author of several Amish series including the Bliss Creek Amish series, the New Hope Amish series, and the Amish of Bee County series. She has also penned two romantic suspense novels,
A Deadly Wilderness
and
No Child of Mine
. The Kansas native is a graduate of the University of Kansas School of Journalism. She has been writing nonfiction professionally for more than thirty years, including ten years as a newspaper reporter, mostly in Texas-Mexico border towns. She has worked in public relations for the City of San Antonio for twenty-two years. Kelly has been married to photographer Tim Irvin for twenty-eight years. They have two young adult children, two cats, and a tank full of fish. In her spare time, she likes to write short stories and read books by her favorite authors.
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