Chapter 21
It doesn't take long for word to get around town that the Hochstettlar's have a 'cousin' who, in addition to being a midwife, can stitch up more serious wounds.
"Eisa?" Sarah calls. "There's somebody at the door."
In the doorway stands Larry Beaner, an English farmer from a mile down the road. The Amish call everyone who is not-Amish English after the language they speak. Except for the Ghuraba. They speak of the Ghuraba as little as they possibly can.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Miss Steuban," he says. Steuban is the name the Amish use for me around their friends. "But Gregory Adam's wife just radioed me. Her husband got his leg caught up in a combine."
I look to Sarah. Thus far, I've only treated our immediate neighbors.
"How long will it take to get there?"
"I will driv
