mmed me against the wall. The bread do

"She put it there! Esth

his hands tightenin

amed, a sound

ng next. I couldn't

kicking. He was stronger, but my fear gave

ted across the yard, my bare feet po

heard Jakob y

ain road. Our nearest neighbor, Mr. Henderson, an "English" farmer, lived just down th

ace a storm cloud. He saw Jakob chasing

n Pennsylvania Dutch. "You c

fields. I could hear the poundi

ing out of his driveway. He saw me, a frantic woman in a simple

ng towards his truck. "Pleas

t at the edge of our property li

fused and worried look on his face. "What

s shirt. "It is a family matter, Mr. Henderson. My daughter..

s already forming on my arms where Jakob had grabbed m

y father's strained face. He pulled out his ph