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questions. Perhaps I should walk to the Glicks on the neighboring farm and tell them I've found you. Someone must be looking for you." Nettie did not want to visit the Glicks; after her secluded life, she was a little afraid of people, but she could see no other option. At least the Glicks would not ask her as many questions as the bishop had after her mudder had died. Sure, the bishop was well intentioned and kindly, but Nettie was not used to people.
    Now another problem presented itself; how would she lead the horse to the field? She did not want to leave the horse standing on the road while she went to fetch a headstall, in case he ran away. Nettie suddenly had an idea. She unpinned her prayer kapp and wrapped it around the horse's neck. He did not seem to mind, and followed her willingly to the field, where Harry was delighted to see him.
    Then, as the horse trotted away happily, Nettie noticed sweat marks on the horse where a harness had been. "He's a buggy horse!" Nettie said aloud. The horse looked in very good condition, but Nettie did not approve of the sweat marks on the horse. She thought it common sense, let alone good horse keeping skills, that the horse must be brushed thoroughly or washed after being driven in the buggy, to remove all dried sweat marks. What sort of owner did this horse have?
     

Isaiah 12:2.
Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the Lord God is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation.
     
    Chapter 4 .
    Nettie was glad of one thing; the horse was a buggy horse, so that would save her a long walk to the shanty to call the bishop, or a long walk to the nearby farm to speak to the Glicks. She would simply drive the horse to the Glicks' haus .
    Nettie caught the horse, ignoring the complaints of Harry who did not want his new friend to leave, and took him to the barn. She tied him up, and gave him a thorough brushing. Nettie was a little worried that the horse might misbehave in the buggy, so after brushing him, she put the harness on rather carefully. He seemed fine about the harness, so she carefully hitched him to her buggy.
    The horse was well behaved throughout, so Nettie led him outside, and walked him around in big circles. Again, he was well-mannered, so Nettie got in the buggy. She asked the horse to walk off slowly, and he did. She walked him around in circles, and made him stop a few times. He stopped very well and Nettie soon felt confident that he was a well trained buggy horse after all, so she set off at a walk in the direction of the Glicks' farm.
    Nettie secretly hoped the owner would not be found too soon, as this horse was an answer to prayer. Without a buggy horse, she was trapped at the farm. Perhaps the bishop could arrange for her to borrow a horse from someone, just until she could find work and buy a buggy horse of her own.
    Nettie was so lost in thought that, for a while, she did not notice another buggy approaching. She looked up to see a young mann driving a buggy pulled by a high stepping, bay horse that snorted and tossed his head when the mann pulled him to a stop next to Nettie.
    Nettie was taken aback at the black look on the mann's face. "What are you doing with my horse?" he yelled.
    Nettie was too taken aback to speak, so just sat there with her mouth open, trying to bite back the tears. When the mann continued to glare at her, she found her voice. "He just turned up at my haus ."
    "Why are you driving him then? Just because you found him, doesn't mean you can keep him!" 
    Nettie winced at the accusatory tone in the mann's voice. She was fed up with being bullied and yelled at; she'd had years of it with her mudder , and now this stranger was accusing her of being a horse thief, when all she was trying to do was to do the right thing, to find the horse's owner.
    A wave of indignation swept over her. "Now see here," she said in a commanding tone. "How dare you accuse me of wrongdoing! This horse turned up outside