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  Title Page

  A SLEIGH RIDE ON ICE MOUNTAIN

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  EPILOGUE

  A MAMM FOR CHRISTMAS

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  AN UNEXPECTED CHRISTMAS BLESSING

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  An Unexpected Christmas Blessing Glossary

  Teaser chapter

  Teaser chapter

  Teaser chapter

  Copyright Page

  A SLEIGH RIDE ON ICE MOUNTAIN

  KELLY LONG

  For Kathy Fuller

  PROLOGUE

  Christmas Eve, Ice Mountain, Pennsylvania, One Year Ago

  The heavy tread of his black boots barely made an impression in the hard-blowing snow, but he loved a roaring gale of a storm, especially on this, the most holy of nachts. He’d nearly gained the porch of the small cabin when he pulled the wooden boppli sled from his thick bag. His blue eyes shone beneath the blur of white as he felt the just-right weight of the sled, meant to pull a baby on fun-filled jaunts.

  Then his steps slowed as he caught sight of the scene inside. He peered in the lighted cabin window at Fran Zook, her head bent in her hands while her husband, Daniel, attempted to comfort her.

  Seeing the grieving couple shook him as he stood holding the sled in the snow. He whispered a soft prayer, and the sudden light of a single star pierced the whipping snow surrounding him. He knew he’d been both heard and answered. He mounted the steps and gently laid the sled down on the porch. With a deep breath, he gave a muffled knock to the thick wooden door and then backed away.

  When Daniel Zook opened the door, the blustering cold slammed into him. He shivered hard as he bent to pick up the sled.

  “What is it?” Fran asked wearily, and he saw her gaze straying with tear-reddened eyes to the empty cradle in the corner.

  “A boppli sled,” Dan answered. His voice shook on the reply.

  Fran sobbed aloud. “Ach, how could he do this to us? What a cruel gift, and after the funeral today, too . . . she looked so small.”

  “I know,” Daniel said, but he didn’t put the small sled down. He turned to his grieving wife. “Yet maybe, maybe, Fran, there is promise in the gift—”

  “Nee.” She choked on her tears and stared at him with an angry glare. “There is not. Burn that sled. I don’t care.” She glanced listlessly at the cradle again.

  Dan looked at the sled in his hands. He understood his wife’s pain. He shared it with her. Only time would heal his wife’s heart . . . and his.

  Instead of following her wishes, though, he crept through the storm to the shed. He went inside to the back corner, behind a wooden shelf filled with tools. He set the sled down, found an old tarp, and covered the gift carefully.

  CHAPTER 1

  Present Day, Ice Mountain, December

  The mountain snow was dazzling to the eyes and the senses, and thirty-four-year-old Sebastian Christner still had child enough in his heart to enjoy the brisk intake of breath that filled his big lungs and made him dig his hands deeper into the pockets of his heavy black wool coat.

  “Give us a push, Herr Christner!” one of the Mast buwes called to him in ringing tones from the top of the hill. Sebastian broke into a smile. Growing up, he’d been the eldest of a whole brood of children, and sledding held wonderful memories for him.

  He waded through the knee-deep snow and started up the sledding path where many of the kinner were playing, rosy-cheeked, against the background of a bright blue sky. Sebastian caught hold of the back of the big runner sled loaded with three boys in all manner of bent elbows and knees and gave an easy push. The sled was off, and exultant whoops of joy echoed back up the hill. Sebastian swept his gaze across the tilt of the land for another sled. Then he saw a single child, a young buwe, sitting on a tree stump, cheering as wildly as his feeble limbs would allow as each sled took off.

  Sebastian plowed through the snow to the child’s side and sank down on his haunches. He searched the pale little face that turned to him with its gap-toothed smile.

  “Hiya, Herr Christner.” Nine-year-old Ben Zook’s voice was high and thin, but his dark brown eyes were steady.

  “Be you cold, child?” Sebastian asked, noticing the faint tremor of the boy’s arms and mittened hands where he held his crutches.

  “Only a bit. My sister brought me up here to watch the sledding while she does the wash. She said she’d be no more than an hour.”

  Sebastian quickly unbuttoned his coat and slung it over the child’s frail shoulders. “Sisters forget sometimes.”

  “Ach, nee,” Ben replied, visibly luxuriating in the new warmth as he snuggled deeper into the folds of the coat. “Kate never forgets me. She says I’m in her heart.”

  Sebastian smiled and thought of the kind girl, though he couldn’t seem to bring to mind her features at that moment. Rather, he had a mental impression of quick, able-bodied movement, a sturdy build, and dark brown hair. He half-shook his head—what Kate Zook did or did not look like was of no matter to him.

  “Would you like a ride?” Sebastian asked, pushing aside his idle thoughts of little Ben’s sister.

  The child’s face flushed a rosy red and his eyes shone. “Ach, jah. But Kate said not to go down with anyone. I might get hurt.”

  “I’m sure she meant the bigger buwes . . . I’m an auld hand at sledding, and I’ll make sure you’re safe.” Sebastian got to his feet and easily swept Ben and his crutches up into his arms.

  “Kumme, we’ll borrow the runner sled.” Sebastian laughed, his heart full, as the child snuggled against his chest.

  He hailed the Mast buwes, who gladly loaned their sled. With Ben still in his arms, he dropped down on the solid wooden slats and carefully positioned the child between his legs, minding the crutches, and grasping the lead rope.

  “Ready?” he said to Ben.

  “Jah!”

  Sebastian leaned his weight forward a bit and they were off, skimming down the path, until the trees became one big, thrilling blur.

  Ben squealed in excitement, and Sebastian couldn’t contain a hearty laugh as the sled dipped and flew. He held the lead rope easily but had to give a sudden tug to the right when a girl with her hands on her hips suddenly stepped into the path in front
of them.

  A spray of snow flew into the air as the runner blades cut hard. By sheer will Sebastian was able to keep the sled from tipping. Even so, he lost his black-brimmed hat in the process and was wiping snow from his eyes when a soft voice carried to him with vigor in the cold air.

  “Benjamin Zook! Do you know you might have been hurt or worse? What were you thinking?”

  Sebastian smiled upward as a flurry of skirt approached. “It was my fault, truly. I encouraged him to have a go.”

  “Jah, well . . .”

  Sebastian looked up as Kate Zook’s voice suddenly trailed off. He froze, caught by the intensity of her jewel-blue eyes as she stared down at him.

  At twenty-six, Kate Zook knew she was not only approaching spinsterhood by her community’s standards, but that she had more worries to deal with than she could handle. Yet, at that moment, all she could think of was the fact that she’d never been this close to Sebastian Christner before. Sure, there’d been a time she’d served him lemonade at a summer picnic and his shoulder had accidentally grazed her breast . . . her heart thumped now at the memory she’d nursed, spinning it into a fair yarn in which he’d turned, apologized, and asked her to marry him. But he’d done no such thing, and his shoulders were so broad and strong that he probably hadn’t noticed the incidental touch in the first place. But I did . . .

  “Uh . . . Kate?” Sebastian’s deep voice cut into her thoughts. “I think Ben might be getting cold.”

  She moved with alacrity, feeling her face flush with remembrance as she bent to lift her younger bruder from the sled, the boy still clad in Sebastian’s heavy black coat. She noticed the manly scent of pine soaping that clung to it, sending her senses into a slow simmer.

  He rose to his feet to tower over her as she held Ben. Sebastian’s auburn hair had a faint curl to it and his blue eyes seemed to glow with some secret merriment as he stood, coatless in the cold, his red shirt and black wool pants making him stand out with a cardinal’s beauty against the white of the snow.

  But she couldn’t focus on Sebastian, although she wished she could let her gaze linger on his fine form a little longer. She needed to get Ben inside, and she gave Sebastian a brief nod as she turned to go, almost staggering in the snow under the additional weight of the man’s coat that swallowed her brother’s thin frame.

  Sebastian stepped in front of her, his arms—strong arms, she noticed—outstretched. “Here, let me carry him inside, sei se gut.”

  She turned slowly as Sebastian reached out large hands to scoop Ben from her arms. It was a relief in more ways than one, she thought ruefully. She’d been both literally and figuratively carrying Ben since the buggy accident that took their parents’ lives—leaving her unscathed but Ben permanently disabled at the age of two. She hadn’t known what to do until her cousin Daniel and his wife had invited her to come and live on their property on Ice Mountain in a small abandoned cabin. But even now, with the community’s help, she often found she had little money to plan for Ben’s future . . . Yet, still, surely Gott had a plan . . .

  “Your thoughts run deep this morning?”

  Kate snapped her head up at the question from the tall man beside her who was moving easily through the snow.

  “Kate’s always thinking hard,” Ben explained.

  “Ben, I . . .” She swallowed, unsure how to respond.

  “Don’t tease your sister,” Sebastian whispered sotto voce with a sidelong glance at her that set her heart thumping.

  “I wasn’t.” Ben smiled. “Kate’s smart.”

  Sebastian nodded politely. “I’m sure she is.”

  Kate longed for some clever retort to come to her tongue or some flirting manner to suddenly enchant her, but she was what she was and she could only mumble a vague invitation for tea and cookies. To her immense surprise, Sebastian accepted.

  CHAPTER 2

  He wondered vaguely why he’d agreed to sit at the small table and drink lukewarm tea, but then she served giant sugar cookies and the moment was redeemed for him. He loved cookies—plain and simple.

  “Herr Christner, do you want to see my marble run?” Ben asked when they’d finished eating. Kate continued to putter about the tiny kitchen.

  Sebastian glanced at her. He was probably interfering with her housework and should leave, but he couldn’t resist a look at Ben’s toy. Everyone on the mountain knew Sebastian was a renowned toy maker. Bishop Umble had even allowed him a computer and Internet access in a shed near his haus so that he might take orders from all over the region, not just locally on Ice Mountain. Sebastian had been surprised, but the bishop said that bringing joy to a child’s face was worth a little bending of the Ordnung.

  “Sure, Ben.” He smiled. “I’ll look for a minute. Then I’ve got to go.”

  Ben swung ably across the floor on his crutches and gestured to a carved wooden series of levels in a rectangular frame that sat in a place of honor on a small side table.

  “Watch!” Ben called, then dropped a single marble into the top of the run. The marble made its way quickly down the simple slats and shoots, then shot out the bottom in seconds.

  Sebastian crossed the room and picked up the simple toy. It was obviously inexpensive and meant to hold a younger child’s interest but he held it with gentle hands. “Where did you get it, Ben? It’s a beauty.”

  Ben pointed with his crutch across the room. “Kate got it for me a long time ago when we lived in Lancaster.”

  Sebastian glanced over at Kate as she was doing the dishes, then let his gaze sweep the corners of the neat but relatively bare room. “Then it’s surely special, seeing as it was a gift from your schwester. Is it one of your favorite toys, Ben?”

  The child shrugged matter-of-factly. “It’s my only one.”

  Sebastian hid his surprise. Only one toy?

  “But that’s okay. I’m getting older now. I don’t need another toy.”

  Sebastian nodded as he carefully replaced the marble run, making sure to keep his tone even, although his heart ached for the child. “True, you are growing up. But we never are too auld for toys, sohn.”

  “Please don’t give him ideas, Herr Christner,” Kate said, moving to stand nearby as she dried her hands on her apron. “I—uh—mean no disrespect to you, but Ben knows that money is short and we can’t always afford—”

  Sebastian held up a placating hand. “I understand. Please forgive me. I meant no harm.”

  She nodded, and he was about to leave when an idea came to him. He paused, and dismissed the thought. But it had hit him so hard, his head hurt. He looked at Ben’s lone toy, at the clean but nearly empty cabin, and Kate’s insistence on being independent. Could he walk out of this house and not extend help?

  Yet to do so would put everything he’d built at risk . . .

  He shook his head. Nee, he couldn’t do it. He turned to Ben and was about to tell him good-bye when different words came out of his mouth, words that nearly horrified him with their simple intensity. “I’ve been thinking lately that I’m in need of two people in my life—an apprentice for my toy making and a hauskeeper.” Have I completely lost my mind? What is she going to think I want, and worse yet, how can I have someone nosing about the place on a regular basis? But even those doubts didn’t stop him from uttering the question. “What would you and Ben say to helping fill those roles?”

  He froze, wondering what he’d done. He looked from Ben’s excited face to Kate’s shocked one, and couldn’t begin to understand how he’d gotten himself into such a painful predicament.

  “Say jah, Kate! Sei se gut, Katie?” Ben was pulling at her skirt and balancing on one crutch while Sebastian stood, looking flushed and anxious, and still impossibly handsome, all at the same time.

  She wet her lips. It’s like a dream . . . But then her practicality took over—there were no such things as dreams, not real ones anyway. Yet maybe Gott . . .

  “Ben, hold on. I need to talk with Herr Christner a moment about this. Will you go to our
room and read for a bit—with the door closed, please.”

  She waited anxiously while her bruder hobbled away, casting one last pleading look over his shoulder before he went into the bedroom and closed the door.

  She indicated the table with a quick gesture of her hand. “May we sit again?”

  “Of course.” He moved past her to resume the seat he had been in earlier.

  Kate did the same, trying to think of what to say.

  “You wonder how this came up so suddenly, maybe?” he asked.

  She grabbed on to his words like a lifeline. “Jah—I—have you been thinking about it?”

  She watched him exhale slowly, then he shrugged and gave her a quick smile, a flash of even, white teeth. He’s so handsome . . . She quickly refocused when he cleared his throat.

  “I—um—you may not know it, but I fear I’m the object of . . . talk . . . in the community at times—among the womenfolk.” He flushed a bit and she hid a smile.

  Ach, do I know . . . Sebastian Christner was one of the most eligible bachelors on Ice Mountain, and he was often the subject of giggling chatter by women both young and auld . . . especially the single ones, but she was surprised that he knew of it.

  “And?” she asked, wondering where he was headed with the conversation.

  He bent his head a bit so that his thick lashes lay against his high cheekbones for a moment, and she shifted in her chair.

  “I—I think, Kate Zook, that you might—keep the women at bay—as it were, especially now.” He looked up and spread his hands helplessly. “The holiday season is very busy for a toy maker.”

  She felt her heart sink. So I’m a guard dog, a tough auld bird who will...

  He reached across the table and brushed at her hand with the whisper of a touch. She stilled her thoughts and looked at him.