· Episode 5 ·
In an earlier episode, Rosannah Yoder had been at her Amish farmstead talking with two deputy sheriffs when the officers were assigned to a nearby injury accident. Rosannah feared her husband may have been involved in the wreck.
The asphalt, like a thermometer, was heating up after the night’s sudden storm.
Rosannah, holding her youngest child, was standing beside her mother, Anna. They spotted Adam’s tractor approaching from a distance of a half–mile. Rosannah waited by the mailbox, and opened it twice, before walking out into the county road so her view wouldn’t be hampered by the parked tractors. Adam was alive!
Adam drove his tractor and horse trailer onto the property. When his feet hit the ground, Rosannah, still holding their baby, started talking in his ear. As they conversed about what the deputies had wanted, Anna held back.
They all migrated to the barn and joined their neighbors for a meal and conversation, but the peace didn’t last long.
Within minutes, excited children, trying not to hurry, rushed in with news. A sheriff’s car had returned, but it wasn’t the big sheriff with the dog; it was an English woman in uniform with a gun and holster, who wore pants like a man, and had long hair past her shoulders!
The woman sheriff had asked the children to find Rosannah and Adam Yoder and have them meet her at her car.
Rosannah and Adam quickly returned to their front driveway. “What now?” they thought.
“Hello,” the deputy said. “I was sent here to locate the parents of two children who were in an accident with a truck. It appears they aren’t hurt badly but they did get thrown from their wagon.”
“Do you know their names?” asked Adam.
“Yes,” said the deputy as she glanced at her notebook. “Reuben and Rebecca Schrock, they’re siblings.”
“Twins. Yes, we know them; their parents are here,” said Adam.”
“You say, they are not hurt?” asked Rosannah, seeking confirmation.
“I haven’t been at the scene of the accident, but I was told that an ambulance crew checked them out. The children have said they just want to go home.”
Adam left for the barn to find Martin and Irene Schrock, and one of their church district’s ministers. Rosannah remained with the deputy.
“Can you tell me about the wreck?” asked Rosannah. “The deputies who were here earlier said it was an injury car accident.”
“I haven’t been to the wreck but I know that it was a hit-and-run. A silver Chevy truck drove straight into the horse. The horse died immediately and the two teenagers were thrown off the wagon but not hurt seriously.”
“Thank God for their lives being spared,” said Rosannah.
“Yes, it sounds like the teens are scared but don’t have any broken bones,” the deputy said.
Rosannah introduced herself. “I’m Rosannah Yoder.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Christine Razer.”
“Thank you for your help today, Christine. Here they come,” said Rosannah, as she turned towards the Schrock’s, Preacher Virgil Petersheim, and her husband, Adam.
After Deputy Razer assured the Schrock’s that their children had survived the hit-and-run crash with no serious injuries, the parents accepted Razer’s offer to be driven to the accident scene only four miles away, near the small country town of Humble.
However, with a degree of faith, Martin Schrock instructed their eighteen year-old son, Marlin, to drive their tractor to the scene of the accident in case it was needed to haul away the wagon or dead horse.
Another tractor’s engine started. The Schrock’s would have some neighborly assistance.
Adam and Rosannah said goodbye to Martin and Irene and promised to watch their other children.
Again, Adam and Rosannah walked back to their barn, remarking that their day was only half over, thankful the Schrock children were unhurt, saddened by the death of the horse.
To be continued.
Until next time, happy writing and reading!