By P. L. Gaus
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Branden turned to face the pond behind the barn. His eyes fell on the treeline at the far edge of the cornfield. He turned in place and studied the quiet green of the forest that bordered the lane, then the far edge of the tall corn, and last the red barn. ” he asked the sheriff. ” Robertson grunted, shrugged. ” “The cell phones I get,” Robertson said. “Amish never used to use phones,” Branden said. ” “It was always the wire that Amish folk objected to. If you hook your house up to a wire from a public utility or other concern, then you’re not living the life of a completely autonomous peasant farmer.
Robertson came out of the barn as the deputies were wrestling a loaded body bag into the back of Missy Taggert’s station wagon. The sheriff walked over to Troyer and Branden slowly, rubbing the bristles of his gray crew cut with his red bandanna. “Bishop says it’s John Schlabaugh who’s been murdered,” he said. Branden watched the buggy disappear behind the trees that lined the lane and said, “John Schlabaugh dead, and Abe and Sara Yoder missing. ” Branden asked. “It’s been getting worse every year,” Robertson said.
That was Spits Wallace’s father, old Earl Wallace. ” “Because old man Wallace had about a million bucks’ worth of old gold coins stuffed into dozens of canvas moneybags under the furniture. ” “Like I said, I’ve got blood splatter on Wallace’s kitchen wall,” Robertson growled. “There’s also blood smeared on the linoleum. ” “Can’t say, but he’s got something rigged in nearly every room. Down in the basement, too. Don’t let your guys back in that house until I can make it down there. His daddy, old Earl, showed me once where the traps were.
A Prayer for the Night by P. L. Gaus