Sound of Fear Page 8

So he could resume his argument in the morning. She didn’t think so.

  “I’m afraid not,” she said, blandly ignoring the guest room. “You’ll find quite a nice motel near Williamsport.” She opened the door. Barney rose to his feet, responsive to her cues, as if ready to hasten Bertram’s departure.

  “But really, Amanda...” He broke off when Barney gave a warning growl in response to his tone. “Very well. I’ll call you in the morning. At least lend me a flashlight to get back down the excuse for a driveway.”

  Amanda went to the kitchen drawer where she’d found a small flashlight. “Here you are. Don’t disturb the Burkhalters, but just leave it on their back porch. I’ll get it tomorrow.”

  He went out and then turned back. “Maybe we could meet for breakfast in the morning. Just so you can give me your reaction to the plans.”

  “I’m afraid I’m busy tomorrow. You may as well get on the road without bothering to come back to town. I’ll email you once I’ve had a chance to look over your plans.”

  He hesitated, as if thinking of making a comeback, but Barney came and pressed against Amanda’s leg, effectively filling the doorway. “Very well. Good night.” He flicked on the flashlight and marched off.

  Amanda stood on the porch and watched the circle of light until it disappeared when he rounded a bend in the lane. Then the darkness closed in on her, and she shivered. Silly. But she wasn’t sure when she’d last felt so alone.

  * * *

  NORMALLY TREY SPENT Saturday catching up on the chores he’d neglected all week in the press of work. Since he’d bought the small Craftsman bungalow on Oak, he’d learned that homeownership brought with it far more responsibilities than he’d anticipated.

  Today, for instance, he should be raking and bagging leaves. But it was one of those rare, beautiful October days when the sun was warm and the world around him seemed touched by golden light. It demanded that a person get out and enjoy it, before November brought cold, rainy days and the prospect of early snow.

  His fallen leaves continued to form a brown and orange carpet over the small lawn, while he headed out to the Burkhalter farm. Not necessarily to see Amanda, he assured himself. But he’d been troubled by what she’d said about Sarah, and he wanted to see for himself. He couldn’t imagine Sarah being anything but friendly and welcoming.

  Amanda must have misunderstood. He’d see Sarah, straighten it out, and at the same time find out if she knew who the Amish boy was who’d found Melanie’s body. She was bound to know, or at least be able to find out. In fact, it had probably been one of her kinfolk. Mike had said it was one of the Miller kids, and Sarah had been a Miller before she married Amos.

  Trey turned up the lane that led to the cottage, raising a hand to Amos, who was heading toward the barn. When he pulled up at the cottage, Amanda came out on the porch. He felt a wave of pleasure at the sight of her. Wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, her hair pulled back and fastened at her nape, she looked as if she belonged here.

  “I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” She spoke as he got out of the car, coming toward him.

  “I took a chance you’d be here. Thought I’d like to have a word with Sarah to see if she can identify the boy who found Melanie’s body.”

  An expression of doubt crossed Amanda’s face. “I told you she hasn’t been exactly forthcoming on the subject, didn’t I?”

  “Yes, but sometimes the Amish can seem standoffish when they’re not aware of it. Sarah has known me since I was a kid.” He grinned. “In fact, she used to babysit me when she was a teenager. Let me try my luck.”

  Amanda shrugged, conceding, and they started down the path together. “I wondered how you came to be such close friends with the Burkhalter family. I’ll have to ask Sarah what kind of kid you were.”

  “Obedient and well-behaved, of course,” he said lightly. “My father owns some land that adjoins the Burkhalter farm. He doesn’t have any use for it, so he lets Amos keep it in hay. That kind of gave me free run of the farm. I loved it out here.” He looked around at the golden hillside, the fields a patchwork now of gold and brown. “I still do.”

  They approached the house and found Sarah hanging a row of sheets on the line. She pinned the last one in place and then turned to face them.

  “Trey. I thought that might be your car I heard.” She flickered a meaningful glance toward Amanda. “Amos is in the barn if you are wanting to see him.”

  “Actually, I’d like a word with you. We’ve been asking a few questions about Melanie Winthrop’s accident up at the falls all those years ago. I understand it was one of the Miller boys who found her.”

  There was no mistaking it. Sarah’s pleasant face froze, just as Amanda had said. She didn’t volunteer anything.

  “Was it one of your brothers?” he asked.

  She shook her head at the direct question.

  “Who, then?” He hated pressing her when she didn’t want to answer, but her very attitude suggested she knew something that might be helpful to Amanda.

  He’d never know if she would answer him directly, because she was staring past them, toward the barn. “Look at Amos! Something is wrong.”

  He and Amanda swung around simultaneously. Amos came running toward them. “A phone!” he shouted. “Do you have your cell phone?”

  Trey yanked his out even as Amanda reached toward her pocket. “Here you go. What’s up?”

  But Amos was already connecting. “Is Doc Wilson there?” He paused, listening. “Yah, well, this is Amos Burkhalter. The Percheron mare is foaling, and she’s in trouble. Send Doc out as fast as you reach him.”

  He thrust the phone back at Trey and was already hastening back to the barn. To Trey’s surprise, Amanda went right along with him.

  “Has she been waxing and bagging up?” He heard her ask, following after them. “Did her water break yet?”

  “Yah, she’s been pacing and getting up and down. For sure she’s foaling but something’s wrong. The foal’s not moving like it should.”

  Amanda nodded. “There’s not much time, then.”

  Foolish of him, but he’d forgotten for the moment that Amanda was a vet. Clearly Amos hadn’t. He was confiding in her as if depending on her.

  If something went wrong... Trey hurried to keep up with their pace. He didn’t know much about the legalities of veterinary practice, but he sure hoped Amanda wasn’t going to make herself liable in any way.

  When they got inside, Trey stood blinking for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dimness. The big box stall on the end was the one he’d seen in use before when a horse was foaling. But this wasn’t just any mare. This was one of the team of prize Percherons that Amos had invested in. He knew how much was hanging on that animal.

  He caught Amanda’s arm. “Shouldn’t you wait for the vet? Doc Wilson is a good man. He’ll come right out...”

  “Amos says he’s out already. He thinks it’ll take him a good thirty minutes at least. That might be too late.”

  This was an Amanda he hadn’t seen before—calm, assured, confident in her role. She gave him a smile that was probably meant to be reassuring and stepped into the stall.

  He found he was holding his breath. The Percheron mare was so huge that Amanda looked like a child next to her.

  “There, now, sweetheart.” She ran her hand along the mare’s side as she walked through the thick bedding of fresh straw. “Let’s see what’s wrong.”

  Trey didn’t consider himself squeamish, but he was just as glad he didn’t have a good view while Amos and Amanda held a quiet-voiced conversation at the rear of the animal. The mare was switching her tail back and forth, and it took the two of them to wrap it in a bandage.

  With the tail safely confined, Amanda folded back her sleeves. Amos handed her a pair of rubber gloves, and she shoved her hands into them.
Then she reached into the mare.

  Surprisingly to him, the mare didn’t seem to object. After a long interval, she withdrew her hand, shedding the gloves. She came to the front of the stall to sluice her hands in the bucket of sudsy water Amos had waiting there.

  “Well?” He leaned his shoulder against the gate. “What do you think?”

  She was frowning, regarding the mare with a concerned look. He had the feeling that she barely recognized who was speaking. “It’s unusual for a mare to begin in the middle of the day, and not a good sign that we’re not seeing the first foreleg yet. That should come along quickly if all is going well. I can just feel it, but it’s not coming out because it’s doubled back.”

  Amos joined them, looking at Amanda with a confidence that surprised Trey. “What do you think?”

  “We can walk her around for a bit to see if the foal slips back into place. If so, the leg may unfold on its own. And maybe your vet will have arrived by then.”

  Amos nodded. “Walking her was my thinking, too. But not for long.” Worry formed creases between his narrowed eyes. “We might have to help the foal out.”

  “We might, but let’s not worry about that until we get there,” Amanda said, giving his arm a pat.

  She unlatched the stall door. “Trey, hold this clear open so it doesn’t bump against her when we bring her out.”

  She assumed control of the situation effortlessly. He admired people who knew their business and went about it without fuss. Amanda was clearly one of those.

  Remembering that she’d worked for a time with a large animal operation in Lancaster County reassured him. She’d be licensed in Pennsylvania then, he supposed, not that he knew much of anything about how that worked.

  Trey held the door, grateful to keep the wooden barrier between himself and the mare. She was still restless. Even his untutored eyes could make that out. He closed the door once she was clear of it.

  Then his only function was to wait while Amos and Amanda walked the mare down and back up the aisle between the stalls. The animal seemed willing enough, but her head was down and her gait slow.

  Sarah came into the barn and joined him in watching the others. “I left the boys watching for the vet’s car. I pray he comes soon. It would break Amos’s heart to lose Daisy or the foal.”

  “Good thing Amanda is here,” he pointed out.

  “Yah,” she said slowly. “I guess.” She fell quiet, and he could almost hear her thoughts spinning. “Tell me,” she said at last. “Why is Amanda so interested in the Winthrop girl’s accident?”

  “Not just the accident,” he said. Obviously Amanda hadn’t confided in her. “Amanda is trying to find out who her birth mother was and whether she was legally adopted. There’s some indication it might have been Melanie Winthrop.”

  Sarah gasped, looking as if she’d just had the wind knocked out of her. “I didn’t... I didn’t understand.” She looked at Amanda as if for the first time, her eyes wide. “That’s different.”

  He studied her face, not understanding. It seemed there was more going on than he knew where Sarah was concerned. Or maybe more accurately, her family. He was about to question her when the mare, who’d been walking along docilely enough, head drooping, suddenly seemed to buckle at the knees.

  “She’s going down,” Amanda said. “Try to keep her up while I check her.”

  Cajoling and scolding, Amos managed to keep the mare on her feet while Amanda went what seemed to Trey to be dangerously close to the mare’s hindquarters.

  “We’ve got a foreleg!” she exclaimed. “Looks like this baby has decided to arrive. Let’s get her into the box stall before she lays down.”

  “Praise the Lord,” Sarah murmured.

  Once they were in, Trey watched from his spot outside the stall. The mare lay down almost as soon as they got her inside. She looked even bigger, it seemed to him, taking up much of the stall. Amanda took a few steps away, closer to him.

  “If she starts to deliver on her own, we’ll let her. I don’t want to intervene unless I have to.”

  But it seemed she had spoken too soon. The mare began thrashing around. Amanda and Amos moved quickly to try to calm her. Hovering outside the stall, he couldn’t hear the low-voiced conversation going on between Amos and Amanda, but he could see their concerned expressions.

  He winced when he saw Amanda reaching carefully into the mare in an apparent attempt to ease the foal’s passage.

  Whatever she was doing, it seemed to be taking forever. His tension rose, and he found he was gripping the stall bar until the wood bit into his fingers. If something went wrong...

  And then the foal came sliding out, as if the last hurdle had been passed.

  “Good job.” The gruff voice behind Trey startled him, and he swung to see the local vet standing there.

  “Doc Wilson!” Amos looked equally surprised, while Amanda’s expression was one of apprehension.

  She stepped away from the mare. “Dr. Wilson, if you’d like to take over...”

  “No need.” He elbowed his way past Trey to enter the box stall. “Looks to me like you have everything under control. This little one was hung up, was he?” He bent for a closer look at the colt, now struggling to get his feet under him.

  “The foreleg was folded back.” Amanda went into some technicalities that Trey hadn’t a hope of following. Doc Wilson was nodding, his normally dour old face relaxed as they checked out mother and baby together.

  Finally, the three of them exited the stall. Amanda motioned him to join them, and they all backed away. “We’ll leave her alone for a bit,” she said softly. “She’ll probably stay down for a little longer before she stands.”

  “But they’re all right?” he asked.

  “Fine.” She gave him a surprised glance. “Were you worried?”

  “I wouldn’t want Amos to lose his pride and joy. Or for you to be involved in anything...unpleasant.”

  For an instant he thought she’d flare up at him, but then she grinned. “You really do see everything as an attorney, don’t you?”

  “Not necessarily.” He held her gaze until he saw a faint flush on her cheeks.

  “Looks like you’ve got a fine animal there, Amos.” Doc Wilson spoke, drawing them back into the general conversation. “He’ll be worth a pretty penny to you one day.”

  Amanda leaned over the bucket of fresh water Sarah had brought, sluicing it over her arms. “Sorry I took over your patient, Dr. Wilson.”

  The vet grunted. “Nothing I would have done any different. Went to Penn, did you?”

  Amanda nodded. “I was with a large animal practice in Lancaster County for a time, but I’ve been working in Boston for the past year or two.” She glanced at the mare and foal. “I didn’t realize how much I’d missed this.”

  “Not easy, working in a farming area, with folks calling you in the middle of the night for a buggy horse with the colic.” That comment must have been aimed at Amos, because he grinned. “It has its rewards, though.” He peered at her over the tops of his glasses. “You ever decide to get back to it, I’ve been thinking I should take on a partner. I’m getting too old to do it all.”

  “I...thank you, sir.” Amanda actually flushed at the implied compliment.

  It was more of a compliment than she knew. Doc Wilson had high standards. He wouldn’t make an offer like that lightly. For a moment Trey toyed with the idea of having Amanda in Echo Falls to stay.

  Still, that wasn’t likely to happen. Things were bound to get messy with the Winthrop family, one way or the other. Of course Elizabeth might be glad to have a piece of her granddaughter back, even glad enough to tolerate the resulting publicity. Or she might reject the whole thing. It was impossible to calculate which.

  And Amanda would probably be glad to go back to Boston and forget ab
out this place.

  “Well, I’d better get cleaned up.” Amanda looked down at her once pristine shirt and jeans.

  “I’ll wait,” he said. He hadn’t forgotten the reason he’d come.

  “You bring those clothes down once you’ve changed, and I’ll wash them with ours,” Sarah said. “And Amanda...” Her face bloomed with her smile. “Denke. Thank you.”

  Amanda nodded and scurried off to change her clothes. He watched her go before turning back to the others.

  “Seems like we could all do with coffee and shoofly pie, ain’t so?” Amos turned away from the stall after another look at the new baby.

  “Ach, you think it’s always time for that,” Sarah said. “You’ll have some, ain’t so, Doc?”

  “Lead me to it.” Doc Wilson slung his jacket over his shoulder.

  As they walked toward the farmhouse, Sarah fell behind a step or two with Trey. “What we were talking about before...” She spoke hesitantly. “The person you want is my cousin, Jacob Miller.”

  So something had changed Sarah’s mind about cooperating. Maybe it was Amanda’s actions, or maybe it was the reason behind her need to know. He’d love to know which, but he probably wouldn’t.

  “Jacob Miller.” His mind ran through the Millers he knew...a large group, since Miller was a common Amish name around the area. But he didn’t come up with a Jacob.

  “I don’t think I know your cousin Jacob.”

  “No, you wouldn’t.” Sarah was frowning, seeming to study something he didn’t see. “Jacob left here a long time ago. He’s settled out in Ohio now, in one of the large Amish communities in Holmes County.”

  “Can you tell me how we can reach him?”

  Sarah was silent for so long that he thought she wasn’t going to answer. She looked at him.

  “I shouldn’t speak for him. You see that, don’t you? It was a terrible thing, him finding the Winthrop girl like that. I’ll get in touch with him and explain the situation, yah? Then if he’s willing to talk to you about it, I’ll let you know.”

  He’d like to press, but long experience of Sarah told him she wouldn’t respond when she’d made up her mind that something was the right action. At least there was a chance that Jacob would be willing to talk, but it was a very long chance that he’d know something that would help.