The Horse Soldier: Beginnings Series Book 10 Read Free

Trust me Dean, if I knew we were going to go back in time and bring you back from the dead, I would have videotaped your service as well. It was so nice.”
    Dean didn’t know what to say. “Thanks.”
    “No problem.”
    Still a little in disbelief, Dean returned to his work.
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Binghamton, Alabama
    “He’s twitching,” Dr. Morris explained to George as they both peered into Frank’s room. “His left hand is moving, twitching often.”
    “Like a muscle reaction?” George asked.
    “It’s involuntary, yes. He’s also experiencing rapid eye movement. That’s something we haven’t seen in him before. So, he’s dreaming. And . . . his heart rate has been changing.”
    “He’s getting ready to wake up.”
    “I’d say so,” Dr. Morris answered.
    “All right, from here on in , nothing is said in his room on the outside chance he can hear it. Got that? I’ll order guards to be outside this door.”
    “Yes, Mr. President.”
    “Let me know as soon as he wakes up.”
    “I will.”
    Dr. Morris walked down the hall. George could have walked away too, but he didn’t. He couldn’t leave without looking at Frank and saying something to him. George walked into the room and close to Frank’s bed. “Soon Frank,” he spoke to him. “Soon you will wake up. I can’t wait to see your face when you see who has you.”
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Beginnings, Montana
    Trish was annoying as she held Jason Godrichson’s camera. She stood outside of the chapel and took shots of the faces that entered the memorial service for Frank. She stopped recording and lowered the camera when she saw Ellen walking with Joe. She hurried to her.
    “Ellen. Can I speak to you ?”
    Ellen released Joe’s arm and let him go in ahead if her. “What’s up ?”
    “Well, remembering Princess Di’s funeral, I wanted to know what you would think if I got crowd reaction for the video.”
    Ellen shifted her eyes. “That might not be a bad idea. Try to get the faces of those who really didn’t like Frank.” Ellen started to walk. “Wait, scratch that. It could be very depressing if anyone rolls their eyes. Just get the sad faces.”
    “Got it.”
    Ellen moved from Trish, placed on her grieving face, and walked into the chapel.
     
    Reverend Bob read the scripture like he meant it. “ . . . and yes we are fully confident that we would rather be away from these bodies. Then we will be fully home with the Lord . . . Amen.”
    The congregation responded.
    Reverend Bob closed his bible. “Corinthians always offers beautiful passages, comfort in times of sadness, reassurance in times of insecurity, and words of wisdom in times of happiness. Ellen shared with me this morning that Frank often read from the book of Corinthians . . .”
    Ellen saw Joe and Robbie both look at her. “He asked me ,” Ellen whispered.
    Joe rolled his eyes and looked forward to the reverend.
    “ . . . and when you know a man like Frank,” Reverend Bob spoke, “it should not be surprising to us that he lived by the Bible and often read the word of God . . .”
    Joe’s jaw clenched and he looked , over Robbie, to Ellen again. Ellen sucked in her lip and stared forward.
    “ . . . Frank was a rich man. Not of money, but of things that matter most in this life. He was a man rich with strength, with many friends, and with words of wisdom he shared with us all.”
    Dean knew it. He didn’t have to look to know what the childish expressions of Robbie and Ellen would be. But when he looked, his eyes glanced down to the leg nudging match that entailed between Robbie and Ellen. Dean merely reached his hand down, grabbed Ellen’s , and held it.
    Ellen leaned her head on Dean’s arm. “Sorry.”
    Dean wrapped his arm around her as he stared forward. He laid his hand on Ellen’s cheek, pulled her to him, and spread his fingers to cover any expression she made at that moment.
    Reverend Bob paused momentarily when he saw the sadness Ellen portrayed. “I could stand before you and speak