He glanced back. Theirs was only one of a long line of Amish carriages moving along the two-lane township road toward the fire hall where the meeting would be held. “Looks almost like a church Sunday, ain’t so?” Isaac said, jerking his head toward the lineup behind them. “Hope nobody’s in a hurry this evening.” “You did a fine job of passing the word about the meeting and getting the Leit to show up.” Isaac had worked hard. Reuben just wished he could believe it was going to make a difference to the outcome. “Denke.” Isaac looked almost surprised. Was it that rare for him to say something positive to his little brother? He’d been so preoccupied with his own worries that he hadn’t spared much thought for other people, it seemed. He’d have to do better. He glanced at his brother, but Isaac seemed preoccupied, frowning at the horse in front of him as if he didn’t see it.
