It was Saturday afternoon, some three weeks after his setback with the infection. The buggy that had just driven into his parents’ driveway looked familiar. Moments later Deacon Elmer climbed out of one side and Bishop Miller out of the other. Ben sighed. He’d been expecting something like this. Both the deacon and the bishop arriving together meant something serious was going on. Obviously he was causing great concern for the community with his recent incarceration and now the shooting. If he were a member of the church, the bann would be used on him for sure. But since he wasn’t a member, there was little that could be done. And yet both men were here so they had something up their sleeves. Mamm stuck her head out of the kitchen. “Who is it, Ben?” “The deacon and the bishop.” Mamm gasped as she rushed to the window. “I didn’t expect this. I wonder if Leon heard anything about what might be going on.” “I’m sure Daett would have told me if he knew,” Ben responded.
