A/N- Sorry about the long wait. I have been trying to write some more on my story that way I do not have so much time in between postings. Hope you enjoy!

-2 days later-

Sarah was tucked away in her warm soft bed amidst her land of dreams; when all of a sudden she felt her body begin to move. She did not want to wake up, but she decided that she had to find out who or what was disturbing her peaceful sleep. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked up at the beaming face of Martha. "Martha?" she croaked, seeing as her voice was dry. She swallowed trying to wake up her voice. "What is it?"

"Ma'm, in the barn! He is in the barn! I just heard." she squealed excitedly.

Sarah stared at Martha in confusion. "Who is 'he'?"

Martha sighed "Miss it is Harm! He is home." Martha looked at Sarah as if she should have known who the "he" was.

Sarah's heart jumped and danced with joy. He was home! Her beloved Harm was home. She threw back her covers, and jumped out of the bed nearly knocking poor Martha down to the floor. "Hurry Martha! Help me get ready." Martha went over to the armoire and began looking for a dress. Growing impatient Sarah threw up her hands in surrender. "Never mind Martha." She grabbed her robe, and slipped on some shoes. She bustled past Martha, and flew down the stairs. Martha began chasing after her; all the while she was going on about how she should get dressed, and then go see him. Sarah simply ignored her. She ran towards the stables, while holding her dress up a little, so that it would not get dirty. She reached the stables, and flung the door wide open. She ran inside and scanned the room quickly. There was no Harm. "Har..." she stopped when she saw someone she did not expect to see. "Mr. Smith, what are you doing here?" Feeling embarrassed by her lack of clothing she pulled her robe around her. He opened his mouth to speak when one of the stable hands walked in, then stopped dead in his tracks. The older man smiled, then began to chuckle.

"My lands lookie here. If it ain't scrawny little Harmon Rabb Jr. Back from D.C." He walked over and gave the younger man a tight hug.

Sarah stood in shock. 'Did he just say Harmon Rabb Jr.? That can't be. I would have known if it was him; although it has been four years since I last saw him. If it is him why did he lie to me about his identity? Why did he quit writing? Why did I quit writing him? How could he lie to me? How could he lie to me?' Her anger began to take over her. She tried to restrain herself, but it was no use. She looked around and saw that they were alone. Sarah looked at him and he gave her a warm smile. "How could you?" she growled at him.

His smile quickly dissipated. "How could I what?"

"Do not play dumb with me Harm! How could you lie to me?"

He slowly approached her; then gently touched her arm, but she pulled away as if his touch burned her skin. "Mac let me explain"

"No! I don't want to hear your excuses. They are just that, excuses." She turned around and ran out of the barn towards the woods.

He sighed; he knew that she would not be happy when she found out he had lied to her, but he did not think that he could face her after the way they had parted. Plus what he had written to her in the letter he sent had been heart breaking. He took a deep breath and slowly walked outof the stables, and towards the house. He would let her cool off, and give her time to think before he talked to her. Actually it would give him time to think before he talked to her.

-Woods-

Her lungs were burning, but she did not care. She wanted to stop running, but it was like her legs were on auto pilot. She stopped at a small brook and sat down on the mossy bank. Tears streamed down her face and fell onto her white night gown. They were tears of joy, hurt, and anger. Once she had stopped crying she took in her surroundings and realized exactly where she had run to. She remembered the last time she had been there; she had been crying then as well. She could not understand why he had lied to her. They were best friends. She cared deeply for him. How could he not know that? Sarah sat and thought about all the letters she had written him. She had written him endlessly for the first year and a half with no response until on day a letter came. What he had written crushed her heart, and she never wrote him again.

-That evening-

"Sarah dear it is time for supper." her father called up the stairs. He received no response, so he walked up the stairs and knocked on her door. Again no response. He slowly opened the door to her room and found itvacant. "Hmm..." He said aloud trying to think of where his daughter might have disappeared to. Only one person would know for sure. He walked into the stables and saw Harm feeding one of their horses. "Harm do you know where Sarah is? I thought that she might be with you, but obviously she is not."

Harm tuned and looked at the older man. "Well sir I do not know exactly where she is, but I could find her for you if you like."

"That would be great! Thank you." Harm simply nodded his head. After Joe had left Harm walked towards the woods preparing himself for the argument that was no doubtedly going to happen.

He quietly approached her. She was sitting on a stump with her bare feet dangling in the babbling brook. "Why?" she said barely above a whisper. He stopped about two feet away from her. He had no clue how she knew he was there, but obviously she had heard him approach. "Why did you ask me to stop writing you? Why did you lie to me? I just want to know why!" She said angrily as she stood and whipped around to face him. She stared at him angrily waiting for his reply. He had never seen her like this. The pain and anger inside of her were eating away like a disease.

"I...I..." he sighed, what did he tell her? The truth. He would tell her the truth.

A/N- I don't know if D.C. was actually established yet, but for my story it was. I hope you liked this chapter...and just so you know romance is just around the corner. Please review. BTW I know it is short, but it was a good stopping place. I will update again sometime this week.