All Roads Lead Home. Christine Johnson

cried. This was rapidly spinning out of control.

       No one paid her the slightest attention.

       Hendrick glared at his sister. “Mariah doesn’t need to look after a girl.”

       “I’m not a girl,” Anna said hotly. “I’m nineteen.”

       “And know nothing about the world,” he added.

       A thought crept into Mariah’s head. Perhaps taking Anna along would satisfy Gabe. She did enjoy the girl’s company. How much trouble could she be? Certainly less than Hendrick.

       “I think it’s a splendid idea,” Mariah said.

       Anna beamed. “See?”

       “That’s solved,” said Gabe. “Now all you need is a mechanic.” He looked right at Hendrick. “I can think of no one better.”

       Hendrick gulped. “The garage—”

       “That’s right.” Mariah capitalized on his excuse. “He has a business to run.”

       “It’ll be in fine hands with Peter,” Gabe said.

       Hendrick shook his head. “He’s a boy.”

       Felicity glowed with the thrill of matchmaking. “He did a wonderful job fixing Daddy’s car. I’m sure he can handle anything that would come up while you’re gone. I think it’s the perfect combination.” She smiled broadly at each of them.

       Mariah cringed. “But it will take at least two weeks to get there, and another two weeks back. Surely Hendrick can’t be gone that long.”

       Felicity waved a hand. “The trains will be running by the time you’re ready to come back.”

       Gabe increased the pressure. “What do you say, Hendrick?”

       Mariah fumed. Apparently, she had no say in this. “He’s busy.”

       Hendrick opened his mouth as if to protest, glanced at her and then changed his mind. “If Ma says Anna can go, then I’ll have to go, too. I can’t let anything happen to my only sister.” He emphasized the point by glaring at Mariah.

      No. No. No. She couldn’t spend all that time with Hendrick, talking to him, seeing him, sitting an arm’s length apart. It would be intolerable.

       Felicity clapped her hands. “It’s the perfect solution. Just perfect. Hendrick can make any repairs and ensure that you arrive safely. Well, then, it’s settled.”

      It was not. But Mariah couldn’t say a word to change their minds. Anna bounced around the room like a rubber ball. Felicity and Gabe looked so pleased. Luke could come into the house at any moment. All she could do for now was accept that she would be driving west with Hendrick and Anna Simmons.

       Until she figured out a way to get out of this little mess.

      Chapter Three

      Hendrick cornered his sister the moment they’d walked out of sight of the parsonage. “Why did you volunteer to go on that trip?”

       Anna tossed her head and wormed past him. “It’s time I got out of this town and saw the world. Pearlman is so limited. I want more. I want to experience everything.”

       What had gotten into Anna? She’d always been the quiet and shy type, until… “Did Mariah put you up to this?”

       Anna laughed so loudly that everyone else on the street looked to see what was so humorous. “That’s what’s bothering you, isn’t it? That it’s Mariah.”

       Hendrick choked back more than a little irritation. “That has nothing to do with it. I wouldn’t let you make a trip like that with any woman.”

       Anna skipped ahead. “Well, you don’t have the final say, do you? It’s up to Ma. You said so yourself.”

       Hendrick charged after her. She scooted along, face lifted to the sun, and only by virtue of his long legs did he catch her. “Ma won’t give her permission.”

       “Yes, she will.”

       It felt like they were kids again, sparring over a toy or a game. Then Pa died, and Hendrick had taken over as head of the family. Anna had listened and obeyed him for years—until Mariah set foot in Pearlman.

       “Ma wants me to be happy,” Anna was saying, “and seeing the world will make me happy. I certainly don’t need you along, and neither does Mariah.”

       Hendrick felt the slap of those words, but he refused to let her childish emotions change his mind. “Anyone driving that far needs a mechanic along. Two thousand miles on bad roads will break apart an automobile. Neither one of you can do more than change a tire.”

       Anna huffed. “Then we’ll find someone who does, but the last thing I need is an overprotective big brother tagging along. We’ll find someone else. Even Peter.”

       “Peter? He’s too young for a trip like that.” Hendrick wasn’t about to entrust his only sister to a sixteen-year-old. “Besides, I thought you hated him.” They’d reached the house. The sun hung low, just above the trees. Ma would be reading her Bible and saying her prayers. Peter was probably building something with the Erector Set that Hendrick had given him last Christmas.

       “I don’t hate him. I just don’t love him.” She wrinkled her nose. “He’s two years younger than me.” Anna stopped in the front doorway. “Promise you won’t go?”

       He set his jaw. No way would he let Mariah—or any woman—drive west alone. “Let’s see first if Ma gives you permission.”

       The door opened, and Ma stepped outside. “Give you permission for what?” Her cheeks rounded above her embracing smile. Ma was the most optimistic person Hendrick knew, despite losing Pa.

       Hendrick didn’t wait for Anna to wrap Ma around her little finger. “Mariah Meeks is driving her car to Montana, and Anna wants to go along. I say it’s a foolish idea.”

       Of course Anna disagreed. “No, it’s not. It’ll be such fun, Ma. I’ll see the world. Oh, please, let me go.”

       Hendrick hated to disappoint his sister, but he had to stick a pin in her plan. “It’s dangerous. The car will break down. If they’re far from a town, they could die of thirst before they get help.”

       “We’ll bring water,” Anna countered.

       “There could be wolves or bears or cougars,” he added.

       “Then we’ll bring a rifle.”

       Ma looked from one to the other as he brought up every possible catastrophe and Anna refuted each one.

       “You might run into outlaws and rumrunners,” he pleaded. “It’s not safe for two women.” He nearly choked calling his kid sister a woman.

       Ma smiled softly and touched his arm. “It’s good of you to worry about your sister’s welfare, but she’s grown up now and needs to spread her wings.”

       “But Ma.”

       Anna grinned in triumph.

       Ma clucked softly. “We can’t protect our loved ones from everything.”

       Her eyes misted, and he knew she was thinking of Pa. A lump rose in his throat as he recalled finding his father crushed beneath a truck, his spilled blood already dark. He’d been dead for hours, and none of them knew. For years Hendrick wished he’d come home from school earlier, that he’d skipped classes that day, that he’d listened to his pa’s advice to quit school after he graduated from the eighth grade. If he had, he might have been there. He might have saved his father. At least Pa wouldn’t have died alone.

       “I have to protect Anna from unnecessary risk,” he countered.

       Ma nodded. “That’s why you must