As they embark on their perilous journey, they hope and pray that their path is one of promise where love sustains them, courage builds faith, and forgiveness leads to freedom.
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Path of Freedom
Quilts of Love Series
By Jennifer Hudson Taylor
Abingdon PressCopyright © 2013 Jennifer Hudson Taylor
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A shiver of excitement rushed through Flora Saferight at the thought of their upcoming trip to Virginia. It had been at least two years since she'd seen her aunt and uncle, and even then they had traveled as a family by wagon. Now she and her younger sister would be making the trip by train.
"I think this is sensible for our journey." Standing in Gilmer General Store, Irene held up a red shawl with a lining. Her blue eyes shone bright in the hope of Flora's approval. Blond curls framed Irene's heart-shaped face beneath her white bonnet. With a delicate nose and smooth skin heightened by a blush of enthusiasm, Irene was considered the beauty between them.
"Mother would prefer a sensible cloak," Flora said. "Charlottesville can get awfully cold in the fall."
Her sister bit her bottom lip and lowered her gaze in disappointment. A dramatic sigh slipped from her lips. Flora glanced around the general store and spied a rack of cloaks by the front counter.
"Why not try one of those?" She pointed beyond a table displaying hats and bonnets, hoping to lift Irene's spirits. "Since we don't have time to make a new cloak and thee has grown out of thy clothes from last winter, I'm sure Mother would approve."
"True." A bright smile lit Irene's face as she sailed over to investigate. "Now that I'm taller than thee, I won't be inheriting thy clothes."
The shop door opened, ringing the tiny bell at the top.
"Good morning," Mrs. Edwards, the store clerk, called from where she stood on a small step stool, stacking bolts of fabric on the wall shelves.
"Morning." Bruce Millikan stepped inside wearing a white buttoned shirt, tucked into a pair of black trousers. His reddish-blond hair lay against his neck beneath his tall black hat. Flora's stomach shuddered at the thought of another confrontation with him. She took a deep breath, eager to escape before he noticed her.
Bruce glanced back to ensure that the door had closed properly. Flora gulped and turned, taking advantage of his momentary distraction to hurry behind a shelf of oil lanterns.
"Flora Saferight!" His deep voice flowed over her like bittersweet honey before she reached her destination. She waited for the sting of a familiar insult. Other girls may have enjoyed his teasing and attention growing up, but she hadn't. She closed her eyes, cringing as his booted footsteps charged across the wooden floor.
She clenched her teeth and forced a smile as she squared her shoulders and prepared to greet him. Staring into his broad chest, Flora had to lean back to gaze into those amazing green eyes. Had he grown taller since she'd seen him eight months ago?
The freckles she remembered had faded beneath a ruddy complexion and a slight tan. A smile eased his lips, revealing straight teeth—too perfect, in her opinion. If only he would smile a little wider, then she'd have the satisfaction of seeing the gaping hole on the left side. Too bad a fall from a tree had been responsible, for she would have dearly loved to claim the honor—especially after he'd teased her about her two front teeth.
What was wrong with her? Guilt sliced through Flora. Her thoughts were much too bitter for a proper Quaker. They had been children. Still, all his barbed words had cut her to the core and continued to sting like a nasty bee buzzing around inside her soul. "Good morning, Bruce Millikan. I wasn't aware thee was back in town."
"I arrived home a fortnight ago." He blinked and his smile waned. "For a moment, I thought thee might be trying to avoid me."
Flora lifted her chin and met his gaze. "Do I look like I'm avoiding thee?" She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him with what she hoped was her best disapproving look. "Goodness, Bruce Millikan, thee acts as if I knew thee would walk right through that door. Since when has thee known me to back down from anything?"
His lips curled as two thin lines framed each side of his smile. He shook his head in slow motion. "No, Beaver Face, no one could ever accuse thee of ignoring a challenge." He gave a reminiscing chuckle. "Thee is the most headstrong girl I've ever known—and foolhardy at times." He folded his arms and stared down at her as if she were still a wayward child.
"Foolhardy? Beaver Face? Really, Bruce, one would hope thee would eventually grow up and leave the childhood name-calling behind." Flora bristled, his words scalding her heart like a new flesh wound. "We may only be a year apart in age, but thee hasn't changed one bit."
"Come on, Flora, I didn't mean it like that. It's more of an endearment now." He stepped closer, leaning forward. "The rest of thy teeth have grown in and are now perfect." He glanced behind him as if to see if anyone else was listening. "I'm sorry. I wish I'd never called thee that. I've sure spent every day since paying for it."
She stepped back, confused by his nearness and stunned by his apology. Flora swallowed, clearing her mind. The childhood taunts she could forgive, but the idea that he would insinuate she was foolish when she'd worked so hard to become a proper young lady of eighteen chafed her.
"Apparently, thee isn't sorry. For thee just called me foolhardy. I'll have thee know, there's a good doctor in Virginia who thinks very highly of me. As a midwife, I will, he believes, complement his practice rather well." Clint Roberts had only mentioned it once in a letter, but she chose to interpret his words to mean that. No need in letting Bruce know she exaggerated.
"What doctor?" The light left his green eyes and his lips dropped in a frown. "Is thee courting a doctor?" He shifted, placing his fists at his side.
Irene walked over with a dark purple cloak draped over her arm. The bell rang and a new customer walked in, greeting Mrs. Edwards.
"It's true," Irene said. "Flora met him two summers ago when we were visiting our aunt and uncle. They've been corresponding ever since."
Thrilled that her sister would come to her aid, Flora beamed at Bruce. "See? Perhaps thee is the only one who harbors such an opinion of me." She stepped around him and over to her sister's side. "I'm content to live with the knowledge that I'll always be an ugly Beaver Face girl to thee, and thee will always be a mean-spirited bully to me—a childhood nightmare I'm more than happy to forget."
She linked arms with her sister and turned, leading Irene to the front counter. "For that, dear sister, thee may have a purple cloak. Thee deserves something a little less ... plain today," Flora whispered in her ear.
"Flora, thee has an imagination to feed a pack of werewolves," Bruce called from behind. "Thee is twisting my words. It isn't like that."
"Indeed," she mumbled loud enough for only Irene to hear. "Over the years it has been much worse."
* * *
It took three trips, but Bruce finally hauled all the supplies he'd purchased to the wagon parked out front. He dropped the last twenty-pound bag of flour in the bed and rubbed the dust from his hands.
An image of Flora Saferight came to mind. She wasn't as plain as she thought. In fact, she had grown into a beautiful woman, but he couldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing he thought so. Flora possessed blue-gray eyes that could captivate a man until he lost his senses. Her coffee-colored hair matched her spirited personality—vibrant and alive.
Why had he called her foolhardy? He touched the palm of his hand to his forehead in disbelief. Now she had another grievance to hold against him in addition to his long list of past sins. While some of her decisions were impulsive, and she needed more time to mature, he didn't think of her as a child, either. Flora was an enigma, with the cunning ability to challenge and frustrate him. Yet, in spite of being an annoyance, she intrigued him.
Wagons and carriages rolled by, crunching pebbles and dirt in the road. Two women stopped to converse on the corner in front of the barber shop. He strained to see if they were Flora and Irene, but when they turned, he realized it was a mother and daughter.
Disappointment fueled a fire his chest. He wanted to find out more about the doctor in Virginia. Was she serious about this man? Bruce strolled around the wagon and prepared to pull himself up into the seat.
"Good day, Bruce Millikan," a familiar voice called from behind.
Bruce turned to see Pastor John Allred striding toward him from across the street. He had to dodge a rider before he reached Bruce. They shook hands in a firm grip, greeting each other with smiles.
"Glad to see thee back. When did thee arrive in town?" John asked.
"Almost a fortnight ago. I'm sorry I missed meeting last week, but I plan to be there this Sunday. It was a long trip to Indiana. I've been trying to catch up on some chores around the farm."
"No need to explain." John shook his head and waved his hand to dismiss the issue. "Thee is doing important work for the Lord. That's the main thing. Was the mission successful?"
"Yes, but I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again and catching up on all the news. I just ran into Flora and Irene Saferight."
"I heard they're about to leave on the train to Virginia." John rubbed the back of his neck. "Speaking of which, there's something I'd like to discuss with thee. Would thee be willing to come over for supper tonight?"
Bruce rubbed his chin. What would Flora's trip to Virginia have to do with him? Curious, he nodded. "I'll tell Mother not to expect me for supper when I return. Flora mentioned a doctor she met up there two summers ago. Does thee know when they'll be leaving?" Bruce hoped his voice sounded casual. "I thought she was planning on being a midwife around here."
"I don't reckon her plans have changed." John shook his head, his brown eyes lit up, and a smooth grin spread across his face. "In fact, she helped Hazel Miller birth her latest child. I think Flora will prove to be one of our community's best assets."
Not if she moves away to Virginia. The sudden thought made Bruce's stomach churn. She was too young. What was she thinking? He'd only been gone eight months. How could things change so fast?
"Well, Pastor John, I'd better get these things home and put away so I can make it over to your place in time for supper."
"Good idea, Bruce." John slapped him on the shoulder. "I'll see thee in a little while."
Bruce gave him a nod and climbed into the wagon. He took the reins, unset the brake, and guided the horse down the street.
* * *
Flora didn't slow until the post office was in sight. Her sister breathed heavily from their brisk pace, hauling her new cloak over her arm.
"I still don't see why thee wouldn't let me stop long enough to put my cloak in the wagon. Besides, I thought we had more shopping to do." Irene glared at Flora while they waited for a buggy to pass before crossing the street.
"I promise. We'll go back and finish our shopping after I'm sure Bruce Millikan is gone." Flora charged into the street and stomped across the dirt road.
"Thee cannot avoid him forever. Forgive him for the past and let it go. He's right. It was a long time ago."
"It's true that Beaver Face was a long time ago, but his calling me foolhardy this morning isn't." Flora blew out a puff of air. If it were possible for a human being to explode, she'd be in a million pieces right now.
She swung open the post office door and an elderly woman stumbled out.
"Oh! Pardon me." Flora reached for the woman's elbow to steady her.
"Goodness!" The gray-haired woman righted herself and smoothed her skirts. She lifted her chin and glanced up at Flora and then Irene with brown eyes of stone. "You young people need not be in such haste. I daresay, this post office won't grow legs and walk, you know."
"We're sorry." Flora pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.
Inside, Flora blinked, adjusting her eyes to the darkness. She strode toward the open window, where Joseph Miller, the clerk, greeted her with a genuine smile.
"Howdy, Miss Saferight and Miss Saferight." He nodded to Irene standing by Flora. "Hazel and the baby are doing very well. You did a fine job delivering my baby girl." He rubbed the top of his bald head, which sported a thin layer of brown hair stretched from ear to ear.
"I'm glad to hear it. I hope to stop by for a visit before we leave on our trip to Virginia," Flora said.
"Hazel would like that. I think the confinement is starting to bother her."
"It won't be long before she'll be able to go out into society again." Flora pulled out a folded letter addressed to her aunt. "I need to send this to Charlottesville, Virginia."
"That will be one penny."
Flora dug into her skirt pocket and handed him the required change. Once they finished their business at the post office, they stepped outside the small wooden building into the bright sun. She shielded her eyes. She loved North Carolina in the fall. Soon more color would fill their world and cooler weather would bring in the harvest.
"I promised Mother we'd stop by the train station and find out the prices of the tickets," Flora said as they made their way toward South Elm Street.
"This is exciting!" In a sudden burst of energy, Irene caught Flora's pace as a smile tilted the corners of her mouth. "Just think, we'll be going through the capital city of Raleigh and then into Virginia in comfortable passenger seats. No slow, bumpy wagon with a hard wooden seat for days on end."
The sound of a distant train whistle bellowed through the air. Smoke shot into the sky over the gray roof of the wooden train depot as they neared. A shiny black engine appeared beyond the building, hauling several linked train cars. They took off in an eastward direction. More steam unleashed its power, hissing and groaning against the wheels attempting to churn over the rails. The massive iron machine started out slow, but gained speed and momentum with each thrust.
They reached the side of the depot and rounded the corner of the building to the front entrance. Flora collided with a moving object and gasped, straightening her bonnet.
"Oh, dear, please excuse me," a woman said.
Flora glanced up. Concerned green eyes met her gaze. Wisps of auburn hair framed the young woman's face beneath a white bonnet. Recognition gripped Flora's muddled brain as she took a moment to sort through her childhood memories for a name.
"Kimberly Coltrane?" Flora tilted her head and gulped, hoping she'd remembered correctly.
"Yes." She blinked, and after a moment her eyes widened. "Flora and Irene Saferight?" Her mouth dropped open, and she covered it with a delicate hand. "How long has it been?"
"It seems like thee moved from Centre to New Garden four or five years ago," Irene said. "Thee has turned into a beauty."
Her rosy glow deepened and she looked down. While she wore a simple gray skirt and white blouse, Flora agreed that Kimberly could never be considered plain.
"What brings thee to Greensboro?" She glanced from Irene to Flora, arching an eyebrow.
"Shopping," Irene said, holding out her new cloak.
"It's lovely," Kimberly ran a gentle hand over the purple garment. "I wish I was in town to shop. I came with my father. He's inside buying a ticket for a business trip to Raleigh. Earlier I had to wait on him in the hardware store." Her eyes brightened, almost like sparkling emeralds. "Guess who we ran into?"
Irene and Flora exchanged knowing glances.
"Would it happen to be Bruce Millikan?" Flora asked, trying not to show disdain in her expression or tone.
"Exactly!" She grinned, blinking in surprise. "He's changed so much. He's as tall as my father now. They discussed farming methods in the hardware store."
"Indeed, we saw him in the general store." Flora shifted in discomfort as Kimberly's expression transformed to a dreamy daze.
"Who would have ever guessed that Bruce Millikan would turn out to be so handsome?" Kimberly touched her hand to her chest. "He's such a gentleman and so attentive. I hope he meant it when he said I've grown into a sophisticated woman and he'd stop by and call on us when he's in town again."
"He called thee sophisticated?" The question tumbled from Flora's tongue before she could hold it back. Disappointment stabbed her anew, twisting her heart.
"Yes." Kimberly folded her arms as if hugging herself and her smile widened. "Father seems to be impressed by him as well. He's talked of nothing else since."
Rare jealousy sparked a flame in Flora's wounded heart. She had always wondered if Bruce Millikan was incapable of tenderness and pleasant gallantry. Now she had proof. He was more than capable—just not with her. The realization brought anger and then a fresh wave of bitterness.
* * *
Bruce rode past fields of tobacco and rows of tall corn until, by early afternoon, the two-story gray house came into view.
His mother came out onto the porch, shielding her brown eyes from the sun. Her plump form was a welcome sight as she pulled her tan shawl tight around her and patted the silver bun on the crown of her head.
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Path of Freedom, Quilt sof Love Series, by Jennifer Hudson Taylor I love this series and this one sounds like an interesting read, romance and a mystery, quilting and religion. Quaker faith, 1860's Bruce Millikan is just back in town and Pastor John of the local meeting group wants him and others to accompany a black wife and husband to safer grounds, up north. Flora Saferight and her sister Irene both will go and find themselves in trouble on the second day out in the woods. Flora struggles and keeps Marta-the pregnant woman safe while she was thrust into the river and got banged around by the current and the rocks. She prays Bruce will find her and has already led the others to safety. Her mother was also part of the Underground Railroad and explained to her about the quilt that was made and how it showed the route they must take from NC to Charlottesville, VA. Such country as we had gone there to visit the Walton's Mountain exhibit. Bruce and Flora in days gone by had butted heads with one another too many times but for this mission they agreed to be friends. They were to deliver the couple to a place in PA but with Marta being pregnant-the reason Flora went along, they hoped to reach the relatives house in VA first. Flora's mother had told her there would be another quilt for the rest of the journey.. They meet up with many friends along the way to gain them more knowledge of their journey further north with safety. When they return and again meet at the relatives house the women decide to take the train back as they had always wanted to. Bruce just wants to deliver them safely as he promised their parents. He also is jealous that Flora may want to spend time with the new doctor in the area and court him. He leaves with a letter from her to be read once he reaches home but he's so tired when he arrives he forgot about it. Flora asks his brother if he'd read the letter when she returns home and they all suspect it's a good bye letter and that she's moving to VA to work alongside the doctor. There are many times they pray along the way, at meals and at everyday occurrences. Love what the quilts represent in this book, great storyline with strong characters of faith. I received this book from Abingdon Press in exchange for my honest review.
Jennifer Hudson Taylor in her new book, "Path of Freedom" Book Three in the Quilts of Love series published by Abingdon Press takes us into the lives of Flora Saferight and Bruce Millikan. From the back cover: How much would you risk to save another's life? When Quakers Flora Saferight and Bruce Millikan embark on the Underground Railroad, they agree to put their differences aside to save the lives of a pregnant slave couple. With only a quilt from Flora's mother as a secret guide, the foursome follows the stitches into unknown treachery. As they embark on their perilous journey, they hope and pray that their path is one of promise where love sustains them, courage builds faith, and forgiveness leads to freedom. I would think that the most dangerous trip was along the Underground Railway. If you were caught the slaves were sent back to wherever they had escaped from for punishment and whoever else was there could be killed for helping in the escape. Yet, Flora and Bruce are willing to chance it for a couple that they don't really know. "Path of Freedom" is a nice romance also filled with action and suspense. Jennifer Hudson Taylor has filled this story with many themes, one being the bullying and what it produces in the person being bullied. I enjoyed this aspect of the book so much as this is not a theme that is popular. Want a fun read that will not only entertain you but make you think as well? Well then I recommend "Path of Freedom". Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Abingdon Press. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
Romantic & Suspenseful In this pre-Civil War story of transporting slaves to freedom via the Underground Railroad, a special quilt plays an important role in paving the road to "safe houses" where supporters assist in concealing slaves on their journey to freedom. The Quakers were operatives in these missions, and Bruce Millikan is active and experienced in delivering escaped slaves to freedom. In his hometown of Greensboro, NC Bruce appeals for assistance in the transport of a young slave couple to Pennsylvania. To complicate matters the young wife is pregnant. In order to safely carry out the mission Bruce seeks the assistance of a midwife in the event that the pregnant slave would deliver her child while traveling. Flora Saferight is a young midwife who is sought to accompany Bruce in the transport of his "cargo." Bruce Millikan and Flora Saferight shared a contentious, discordant childhood, a result of Bruce's name calling and hurtful behavior. They ultimately reach a mutual agreement, and Flora and her younger sister prepare to accompany Bruce and his cargo through the Underground Railroad. Flora's mother had created a freedom quilt with unique and helpful maps sewn into it to assist in their journey to safe houses along the dangerous route. A special wagon designed for the express purpose of transporting slaves featured a false bottom which concealed the slaves underneath the wagon itself. Numerous dangers are encountered, challenging the fortitude of the travelers. Through prayer and the guidance God provides, a developing respect begins to break down old walls of mistrust and resentment that Flora has harboured over the years. Jennifer Hudson Taylor weaves a fascinating fictional tale of personal friction that progresses to acceptance and friendship through forgiveness and faith. Combined with the dangers ever present along the path to safety and freedom, realistic events are combined by the portrayal of historical events in our nation's history. Personal character development takes precendence over the roles of the Underground Railroad and the story quilts that contained secret codes thought to direct "conductors" to safe houses and unknown routes. I would have enjoyed more description of the Underground Railroad and the quilts thought to have been useful with the Underground Railroad, but I found this to be a romantic and suspenseful adventure.