At second glance, only the one gripping his nephew Micah’s collar looked irate. It was Faith Lapp, his neighbor’s wife. He didn’t recognize the pretty young woman standing behind Faith. She looked scared. Her bright blue eyes were wide with apprehension. Faith pointed to the child in her grasp. “Ethan Gingerich, do you know what your boy has done?” He’d never seen the mild-mannered woman with such fire in her eyes. And what was that horrible smell? It seemed to be coming from his nephew. “I reckon I’d be the one holding him by the collar if I knew. What did you do this time, sohn?” Micah glared at him. “I’m not your son.” “That’s neither here nor there. You did something to upset Mrs. Lapp. What was it?” Micah looked down at his bare toes. “Nothing.” Faith let go of his shirt and gestured toward the woman standing with her.
