A Dark Amish Night Read Online Free

I feel like I’m giving up on Eric and his dreams, but I also feel selfish for wanting to stay out here. I have to find a way to support my children.”
      “I understand. I’ll ask around town to see if anyone has a place for rent and if you go see Ida Mae at the Sunland Realty I’m sure she could find you a buyer for the farm. Lots of folks are moving into the area searching for a place with land. So selling shouldn’t be a problem.
       “Oh, Sheriff, I’d appreciate the help very much, but the community will help us.”
       “Hannah, I would appreciate it very much if you would call me Quinn, okay? I have some questions for you about the night Eric went into town. Do you feel up to talking about it?”
       Quinn pulled out a small note pad and Hannah realized how at ease she felt with Quinn. She’d never been alone with any other English man before, but instead of feeling uncomfortable she felt at peace. “Yes, I think I’m ready.”
       With a nod of his head Quinn went over his notes. “Can you tell me what exactly Eric went into town for that night?”
       “Well, we needed some supplies mostly feed for the horses, and he was going to make some last minute deliveries of baked goods for me. But I guess he never got to make those deliveries because all the food was still in the buggy when you found him.”
       “Hmmm, what about the supplies and the horse feed?”
       “No, I guess he didn’t get those things either. Timothy said he visited with some of the menfolk in the town square and then he must’ve just headed home. Oh, but he had to have stopped by Pattie Sue’s place because the pie I made her was not in the buggy.”
       “So, did Pattie Sue order a pie?”
       “Uh, no not really, I made her the pie as a gift. She didn’t know about it, but Eric promised me he would take it to her first.”
       “I wonder if he took her the pie before or after he stopped at the town square.”
       “I’m not sure. Let me call Timothy in so you can ask him, but first I need to check on Ruth Anne.”
      “Oh, sure go right ahead.” Quinn jotted down some more notes and wondered about Timothy. He’d not seen the boy since the day he’d brought him home with his mother from the office. The boy had been withdrawn and tight lipped. Which, given the fact that he’d just lost his father, was understandable. It seemed to Quinn that the boy was putting on a brave front. For a boy so young to lose his father, it must have been incredibly hard for him.
       Hannah returned from upstairs and went to the back door where she called out for Timothy. A few moments went by and when no answer came, she called out to him in that sing song voice that all mothers use when calling their children home. More minutes passed, and Hannah called out again, this time more urgently.
       “Timothy Eric Hershberger, you answer your mother this instant.” Still no answer and Hannah started to worry. “Sheriff, I mean, Quinn, I’m going to head out to the barn to look for my son. Will you excuse me?”
        “Let me come with you.” Quinn followed Hannah out to the barn as she continued to call out for Timothy.
       Soon an hour passed with no sign of Timothy. Tears started to well up in Hannah’s eyes. “Where can he be? Doesn’t he hear us? He couldn’t have gone far. It’s not like him to go missing like this. Something has to have happened to him.” Hannah paced the inside of the barn. Quinn put a comforting arm around her.
       “Don’t worry. He’s probably just hiding out somewhere. He did just lose his father.  We’ll find him soon I’m sure of it.”
       A loud voice yelled out “Take your hands off my mother, right now!” Then Timothy appeared at the top of the ladder to the loft. He was shaking with fury.
       “Timothy, you get down here this instant. Why didn’t you answer me? I’ve been calling you for an hour.”
       “I’m not talking to him, Ma, you can’t