Leah’s father sighed and shook the reins. Twenty-year-old Leah, next to him in the one-horse buggy, looked up from her Gospel book. She knew that being elder of Newbury Township congregation weighed on him. Stroking his beard all the way down, her father glanced at Lake Jakob overhead. ‘At least we needn’t worry anymore about […]
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