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Loras, Charlie said with resignation. She knows more of whats going on, and I know shell pray with me if I ask her.
Seans smile was a picture of tenderness. Speaking of prayer, why dont we ask God right now to protect both of us in the next few days?
Charlie nodded, and Sean thought his heart would burst as he heard her sweet voice in prayer. She talked to God as she talked to anyone else, only now there was an element of confidence in knowing that she was very loved.
Even though they were now running a little late, husband and wife followed their prayer time with a long embrace before heading out the door for work.
If Lora hugged Charlie once she hugged her ten times when she shared the news of how she came to know Jesus Christ. The older woman cried, and just as Charlie expected, Lora was more than happy to pray with her.
Their conversation was animated during the hours they had together. The fact that their husbands might be in danger hung in their minds, but Charlie was full of questions that Lora was happy to answer. They both felt Gods presence and His blessing in the time they shared.
Sean Donovan was nowhere near as calm as he appeared to be. He had ridden out to the meeting place just as the sun was setting and leaned against a tree as though he had all the time in the world. He was in fact praying until he thought his heart might burst.
I can hardly believe Im in this position, Lord. It could have been me. It could have been me theyre trapping right now. So many of the choices Ive made have been for myself and not You. Thank You, God, for sparing me and giving me another chance.
Please protect Duncan, Witt, and the others as they put their lives on the line tonight. Please protect them. And Hartley. Oh, God, Sean groaned, if only I could talk to him about You. I dont know if he would listen, but Id just like the chance. Help the men to bring him in without harm.
Sean would have prayed on and on if his thoughts had not been interrupted by the sound of approaching hoof-beats. Thinking the entire plan had backfired, he came away from the tree with the rifle cocked and ready. He sagged with relief when he heard Duncan call his name. The older man reined in his horse and sat looking down at Sean in the moonlight.
Its all over.
Hartley?
In custody.
So hes alive?
He was wounded, shot in the arm, but hes very much alive. It was over so fast I didnt see any point in letting you sit out here much longer.
Was anyone hurt?