Amish Refuge. Debby Giusti

man who held you captive. You do not know the lies he has told.”

      Pulling in a ragged breath, Miriam fought the tears that welled up. She wiped her hand over her face and struggled to control her upset. “I’m usually not this fragile.”

      Emma raised her chin and smiled. “I see strength when I look at you, Miriam. Not weakness. That is why you and Abram butt together. He is not used to a woman who speaks her mind.”

      “Am I that demanding?” she asked.

      “Demanding is not the word I would use. You see things one way. Abram sees them another way. Soon, you will learn to work together.”

      “We could work together if he would take me to Willkommen.”

      “But what good would it do if the Petersville police arrest you?”

      Emma patted Miriam’s shoulder.

      “Those who want to do you harm and those who suspect you of a crime would not think to find you here,” the Amish woman continued. “You must remain hidden from view. Abram is a man of his word. Tomorrow, he will take you to Willkommen.”

      The clip-clop of a horse’s hooves sent both women to peer out the window. Emma grabbed Miriam’s hand when Abram appeared, guiding the horse and buggy to the back porch. “It seems my brother has changed his mind.”

      Miriam squeezed Emma’s hand and then opened the door before Abram climbed the stairs to the back porch.

      “We’re going to town?” she asked, her heart overflowing with gratitude.

      “Yah. Nellie is hitched and waiting. We will talk to Samuel’s deputy, Curtis Idler. If my uncle left him in charge, then we can trust him.”

      “You both must be careful,” Emma cautioned. “What if this Serpent is prowling about?”

      “Hopefully he won’t look for a woman in Amish clothing,” Miriam said.

      “Wear my bonnet.” Emma pulled the wide-brimmed hat from the wall peg. The shape reminded Miriam of what pioneer women wore to the keep the sun off their faces.

      “We must hurry.” Abram removed the black cape from a second peg and wrapped the heavy wool around Miriam’s shoulders. Emma helped tie the bonnet under her chin.

      “There is a blanket in the buggy if you are cold.” He opened the door wider. “We will leave now.”

      Miriam’s heart raced, knowing she could be in danger. At least Abram would be with her.

      He helped her into the buggy. “Sit in the rear,” he suggested. “You will be out of sight there.”

      She crawled onto the second seat and nodded to Emma as the horse started on the journey to town.

      Abram sat in the front, the reins in his hands and his focus on the road.

      Was Miriam making a good decision? Or would she regret leaving the refuge of Abram’s home?

      * * *

      Abram’s neck felt like a porcupine with his nerve endings on alert. With each breath, his muscles tensed even more as he sensed a looming danger, although he did not know from where the danger would come.

      Maybe he was being foolish to leave the security of his home and travel to town. Out in the open, anything could happen.

      He flicked his gaze over his shoulder to Miriam. Her eyes were wide, her face drawn. She clasped her hands as if in prayer and looked like a typical Amish woman with her black cape and bonnet. Then her gaze turned to him and a bolt of current coursed through him, as palpable as the lightening that looked ready to cut through the darkening sky.

      Why did this woman—this Englisch woman—affect him so?

      He turned his focus back to the road and lifted the reins ever so slightly. Nellie always responded to the slightest movement of his wrists and today was no exception. The mare increased her pace, the sound of her hooves on the pavement as rhythmic as a heartbeat.

      Abram eyed the darkening sky. If only they could outrun the rain that seemed imminent. A harbinger of what would come?

      “The day is turning dark,” Miriam said from the rear. “What happens if it storms?”

      “Sometimes we find shelter. Today we will continue on.” Although, he knew Nellie could be skittish if lightning hit too close and thunder exploded around them. He would not share his concern with Miriam. From the tension he heard in her voice, she was worried enough.

      Approaching a bend in the road, Abram pulled back on the reins and slowed Nellie’s pace. He wanted to ensure nothing suspicious appeared ahead of them as they rounded the curve. His gut tightened when he spied police cars in the distance swarmed around a buggy. His pulse thumped a warning and his throat went dry.

      “What is it, Abram?” Miriam leaned forward. Her hand touched his shoulder.

      “A roadblock. There are a number of Petersville police cars and a deputy’s car from Willkommen. It appears they are searching a buggy.”

      “What can we do?” she asked, her voice faltering.

      He yanked on the reins. Nellie made a U-turn in the roadway and began retracing the route they had taken.

      “The Petersville police suspect you murdered your mother. We must return home.”

      Moments later a car engine sounded behind them. Abram glanced around the side of the buggy. A black sedan with a flashing light on the roof was racing toward them.

      “We are being followed. The car looks like the one I saw the night you escaped.”

      “It’s Serpent.”

      Once they rounded the bend, Abram steered the buggy to the edge of the road and pulled back on the reins.

      “You must hide.” He pointed to a thicket. “There, in the woods.”

      Miriam crawled to the front of the buggy and held Abram’s outstretched hand as she climbed to the pavement.

      “Hurry,” he warned. “Go deep into the woods. Find cover there.”

      Abram’s heart pounded as he watched her flee, knowing he had made a terrible mistake. They never should have left the security of his house.

      The black sedan raced around the bend and pulled to a stop. A man dressed in a navy shirt and khaki pants stepped to the pavement. He slapped Nellie’s flank as he approached Abram.

      “What is it you want?” Abram asked.

      The man wore a scarf around his neck. Although muscular, he had small eyes with drooping upper lids, flattened cheeks and a short, upturned nose. His mouse-brown hair was thin on top but long on the sides.

      “Why’d you turn your buggy around?” he demanded.

      Abram pointed to the sky. “The clouds are dark. Rain is in the air. I do not wish to drench my buggy, my horse or my clothing.”

      The man stepped closer and peered past Abram into the rear of the carriage. “Someone was with you?”

      “As you can see,” Abram tried to assure him, “I am alone.”

      The man turned his gaze to the forest. He took a step forward. “There. I see movement.” Just that fast, he ran toward the thicket exactly where Miriam had gone moments earlier.

      Abram hopped from the buggy and started to follow.

      A second car, this one from the Willkommen sheriff’s office, pulled up behind the black sedan.

      “Abram, stop.”

      He turned, spotting Ned Quigley, the newly hired sheriff’s deputy.

      “Did you see the guy driving the black sedan?” the deputy asked.

      Abram beckoned him forward. “He ran into the woods.”