Chapter 12 – Cat LadyTuesday Morning, November 4th, 2014
On An Amish Farm
Silas Yoder made his way from the pump head to the dog kennels carefully carrying two buckets of water to refill the bowls. He set one bucket down and reached out to work the door latch. As he bent to retrieve the bucket, his eyes scanned the remains of the hay field. A ways out, a few small, hummock like stacks from the last cutting remained, dotting, perhaps, an acre or so of land. They would have to be retrieved soon and moved to the barn.
Half way back up with the second pail, he stopped short and stared out at the hay stacks. He shook his head vigorously and leaned toward the field as if he were trying to look at the stacks even more closely. Calling out in German, he roused his eldest son, and when he came t
