An Amish Betrayal
AN AMISH BETRAYAL
J.E.B. Spredemann
©2019
Copyright 2019 by J.E.B. Spredemann
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All incidents and characters in this book are completely fictional and derived by the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual incidents and persons living or dead are purely coincidental.
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BOOKS BY J.E.B. SPREDEMANN
AMISH GIRLS SERIES
Joanna’s Struggle
Danika’s Journey
Chloe’s Revelation
Susanna’s Surprise
Annie’s Decision
Abigail’s Triumph
Brooke’s Quest
Leah’s Legacy
A Christmas of Mercy – Amish Girls Holiday
Learning to Love – Saul’s Story (Sequel to Chloe’s Revelation)
AMISH SECRETS SERIES
An Unforgivable Secret - Amish Secrets 1
A Secret Encounter - Amish Secrets 2
A Secret of the Heart - Amish Secrets 3
An Undeniable Secret - Amish Secrets 4
A Secret Sacrifice - Amish Secrets 5
A Secret of the Soul - Amish Secrets 6
A Secret Christmas – Amish Secrets 2.5
AMISH BY ACCIDENT TRILOGY
Amish by Accident
Englisch on Purpose (Prequel to Amish by Accident)
Christmas in Paradise – (Sequel to Amish by Accident)
OTHER
Love Impossible
An Amish Blessing
An Amish Honor
An Amish Betrayal
NOVELETTES
Cindy’s Story – An Amish Fairly Tale Novelette 1
Rosabelle’s Story – An Amish Fairly Tale Novelette 2
COMING 2019 (Lord Willing)
An Amish Reward
An Amish Deception
Unlikely Santa
TABLE OF CONTENTS
GLOSSARY
CHARACTERS
PROLOGUE
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FIVE
TWENTY-SIX
TWENTY-SEVEN
TWENTY-EIGHT
TWENTY-NINE
THIRTY
THIRTY-ONE
THIRTY-TWO
THIRTY-THREE
THIRTY-FOUR
THIRTY-FIVE
THIRTY-SIX
THIRTY-SEVEN
THIRTY-EIGHT
THIRTY-NINE
FORTY
FORTY-ONE
FORTY-TWO
FORTY-THREE
FORTY-FOUR
FORTY-FIVE
FORTY-SIX
FORTY-SEVEN
FORTY-EIGHT
EPILOGUE
Unofficial Glossary of Pennsylvania Dutch Words
Ach–Oh
Aldi–Girlfriend
Ausbund—Amish Hymn Book
Boppli/Bopplin–Baby/Babies
Bruder/Brieder–Brother/Brothers
Dat, Daed–Dad
Denki–Thanks
Der Herr–The Lord
Dochder(n)–Daughter(s)
Dummkopp–Dummy
Englischer–A non-Amish person
Ferhoodled–Mixed up, Crazy
Fraa–Woman, Wife
Geh—Go
G’may—Amish church members
Gott–God
Grossdawdi—Grandfather
Gut–Good
Haus—House
Hochmut—Proud
Jah–Yes
Kinner–Children
Kinskinner–Grandchildren
Lieb (Liebchen)–Love, My Love
Maed–Girls
Mamm–Mom
Mei—My
Meidung—Excommunication from the G’may
Nee–No
Ordnung–Rules of the Amish Community
Schatzi–Sweetheart
Sehr gut—Very Good
Sohn—Son
Vatter–Father
Wunderbaar—Wonderful
Phrases:
Guten morgen! Good morning!
Ich Liebe Dich—I love you
“Schee, ain’t so?”—“Pretty, isn’t it?”
“Jah, sehr schee! Ach, du liebe…”—”Yes, very pretty! Oh, you love…(similar to “Oh, my goodness!”)”
“Geh raus!”—"Get out!”
“Du bist ab im kopp, mein freund!”—"You are off in the head (crazy), my friend!”
“Was iss letz?”—“What is wrong?”
“Fremda glava”—Strange belief
CHARACTERS IN AN AMISH BETRAYAL
King Family
David—protagonist
Eli—David’s oldest brother
Kauffman Family
Saul—the bishop
Jonathan (Jon)—David’s best friend
Michaela—Bishop Saul’s daughter, Jon’s sister
Shetler Family
Beth—protagonist
Uriah—Beth’s husband
Grosssdawdi (Enoch)—Beth’s grandfather
Miller Family
Minister Miller
Docras Miller—Minister Miller’s wife
Yoder Family
Deacon Yoder
Loretta Yoder—Deacon Yoder’s wife
Dear Reader,
This series is loosely based on stories of actual people who are mentioned in the Bible. These books are not necessarily retellings, although you will find quite a few similarities between the books and their Bible counterparts. I am, in no way, attempting to rewrite the Bible (God has done a fine job with it and He certainly doesn’t need my help!) nor am I depicting the true Biblical characters. The characters in my books are portrayed as Amish and there are some things contained in the actual Biblical accounts that simply cannot be included, due to Amish culture and customs. With that said, I hope that you will enjoy this series as it is, but I also hope that it will encourage you to go back and read the actual Bible stories themselves. There are so many truths contained in God’s Word that we can never even really scratch the surface of its depth. His mercy and grace are beyond measure.
&nbs
p; Blessings,
J. Spredemann
PROLOGUE
Beth Shetler awoke with a start. Her hand flew to her chest, willing the horses that charged within to cease their galloping. Her gaze fluttered around the quiet bedroom, shrouded in darkness, as her heartbeat slowed to normal. She moved her hand over the quilt and felt the place next to her. Uri slept on his side facing away from her, soft snores escaping as he indulged in peaceful rest.
Good, it was only a dream.
She laid back down and snuggled close to her husband, slipping her arm between his side and his strong arm. He instinctively pulled her hand close to his chest, all the while continuing to snore.
At times like this she didn’t mind living in one of the smaller houses in their Amish district. It was still a two-story home but it only had three bedrooms – the master bedroom in the upper loft and two smaller bedrooms below. The home was lovely as far as rentals go, for sure and for certain, but if she and Uri were to ever have a large family with a lot of kinner, they’d need more room. But that hadn’t happened yet. And only Der Herr knew if it ever would.
Ach, but she longed for a boppli.
They’d eventually need to purchase a place of their own. With Uri’s current salary, that wasn’t likely to happen any time soon. Not that he didn’t get paid a decent wage, he did. It just seemed to be taking forever to meet their goals.
But that was okay. She hadn’t married for money, she’d married for love.
She pressed her lips against his back and inhaled the familiar scent that exclusively belonged to her beloved. Indeed she’d been blessed with one of the strongest men of the community. And he wasn’t too bad to look at either. Strong in body and spirit with unmatched integrity.
Except for maybe the bishop, David King. David possessed all those qualities and more, and he was the leader of their people. The perfect leader, some would say. He always knew how to guide the community. He led with authority and grace and he obviously had God’s blessings on his life. His large ranch and house evidenced that. He owned the finest horses – the finest of everything, actually. He was kind and compassionate. He was truly God’s man.
But she wouldn’t think of him right now, even though that proved difficult in light of her dream. Why was he in it? And what could it possibly have meant? And what of her husband, Uriah?
Thank you, Lord. Thank you that Uri is still here by my side. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
She gently loosened her hand from Uri’s grip and turned over on her side. She took a deep breath, her eyelids finally draping shut. Hopefully, her sleep would remain uninterrupted until morning.
And their handsome bishop would stay out of her dreams.
ONE
Eight Years Prior…
“Come on, guys. Let’s go over into the next pasture and find some fresh grass for you to eat.” David admired the young lambs under his charge. How blessed he’d been to be given the responsibility of caring for his father’s sheep. It was an important task indeed, bestowed upon him when he’d been just ten, and not one he’d ever taken lightly in the last eight years.
“Maa,” the sheep answered in unison, as though in agreement with his proposal.
“No, Fluffy, you can’t go off on your own. There could be wild animals out there. How will I be able to protect you if you go off by yourself?” David took the walking stick he’d carved out of a fallen tree branch and gently guided the little fellow back into the fold. “There you go. Now, you’ll stay safe.”
David turned when he heard a sound coming from the bushes. Two of his older brothers appeared.
“Are you talking to the sheep again? It’s not like they can understand what you’re saying.” His brother laughed.
“I think they can.” David stood tall.
“Hey, Curly,” his brother Eli teased, “go fetch that walnut!” His brother hurled a walnut across the field.
The sheep stayed within the fold.
“See! They’re just stupid sheep.”
“They are not stupid. They’re kind and gentle and loving.” David protested. One of the younger sheep moved close and rubbed his leg, as though to prove David’s point. David reached down and patted the lamb’s head.
His other brother scoffed. “Just don’t go getting too attached to them. They’ll be sitting in the middle of Mamm’s supper table next year.”
His two brothers shared a laugh.
“Leave us alone. Doesn’t Dat have chores for you to do?” He’d thought his oldest brothers should be married with families of their own by now.
“What’s that concern you, Davy? Don’t you worry about us. You just go sing and dance for your woolen buddies, or whatever it is you do when you’re out here.”
David ignored his brothers’ taunting, and turned back to his sheep. Oh, no. Where did Fluffy go? He shouldn’t have allowed his brothers to distract him.
“Come on, let’s go.” One of his brothers said to the other.
David continued toward the wooded area. The pasture was just beyond it. Hopefully, Fluffy only meandered just up ahead.
He glanced back over at his brothers, who were well on their way descending the hill. They’d be no help finding Fluffy anyway. Likely, they’d scatter the flock even more. Nee, he’d find his lost lamb on his own.
He hurried toward the pasture, making sure the sheep followed close behind him. All except Fluffy. If he didn’t find her on the trail, he’d look once the others were securely confined inside the pasture fence. He couldn’t afford to lose any of his father’s sheep—not one of them.
“Fluffy!” he called out. “Come on, Fluffy, we’re moving on.”
He stopped momentarily to listen. Nothing.
“Dear Gott, please keep little Fluffy safe until I can get back to her. And keep her out of mischief.”
“Okay, I’ll have to come back to get Fluffy. Now, don’t any of you wander off too.” David led his charges through their property’s wooded area. It was about a quarter mile to the other pasture his father owned.
Several moments later, every ewe, with the exception of Fluffy, was safe in the fold. David closed the gate then wandered back along the path he’d come from, and pulled out his mouth harp. He played, hoping it would attract Fluffy’s curiosity.
He’d often keep his harmonica in his pocket and play for the sheep. They seemed to enjoy it.
“Baa…aaa.” A weak cry told David that something must be dreadfully wrong.
“Oh, no. Fluffy, what did you get yourself into?” He mumbled. His heart pounded wildly as he listened for the lamb’s cry. “Fluffy? Where are you?”
No response.
He’d search this entire woodland if he had to. He played the soft tune again.
Again, Fluffy’s frail cry echoed.
“Gott, please help me find Fluffy. Show me where she’s at.”
Three more steps and there Fluffy was, lying in the bramble. Her doleful eyes stared at him.
“What’s wrong, girl? Why are you just—” That was when he saw it. He knew by looking at the snake it was some kind of rattler. The snake turned his attention from the lamb to David.
“Go on! Get out of here!” He commanded the snake.
The creature stared at him defiantly and rattled his tail end.
Fluffy’s weak cry met David’s ears, causing the snake to turn its attention back to Fluffy.
He didn’t wait another second. He raised his walking stick above his head and pounded the rattler with all his might. Again and again he struck the creature until he was sure and certain it wouldn’t be able to hurt Fluffy or any of his other sheep.
He flung it out of the way so he could approach Fluffy. The crows or vultures would enjoy a good meal.
He looked to Fluffy, who seemed unable to lift her head. “Are you okay, girl?”
That was when he noticed the trickle of blood on her hind leg. “Oh, no! You’ve been bit.”
Remembering something he’d read in a thrift-store s
cout book, he quickly put his lips to the wound and drew out the poison, being careful not to swallow any. That book had been one of his favorites. He’d learned so much about surviving in the wilderness.
Once he thought his ministration was sufficient, he spit onto the ground, then swished water from his canteen around in his mouth and spit that out too.
He surveyed the foliage surrounding him and Fluffy, searching for a specific plant. There it was. Plantago Major, also known as Plantain, easily identifiable by its well-defined veins and rich green leaves. He pulled off several leaves. Since he didn’t have access to Mamm’s mortar and pestle, he popped them into his mouth, then chewed them until he tasted the juice. He took that mass of herbs and placed them over Fluffy’s wound, then wrapped a few strips of another plant around it to secure it in place.
“There you go, Fluffy. That should draw out any other poison that might be inside your leg.” He gently rubbed the lamb’s head and back. “Is that better?”
Fluffy’s response seemed a little stronger than earlier, but he was unsure if she possessed the strength to walk on her own. He opened Fluffy’s mouth and poured some of the water from his canteen into it.
“Come on.” He lifted Fluffy and put her over his shoulders. “Your brothers and sisters are lying down for the night, but you’re coming with me.”
TWO
David forked a bite of food into his mouth as his mother set the last of supper on the table.
“David Bo King! What did your daed say about waiting until all the food was on the table?” Mamm’s hand planted firmly on her hip.
“And until after the prayer,” his father added, eyeing him from the head of the table.
“Just trying it to make sure it’s okay. Wouldn’t want anyone to get sick.” He grinned.
His brother rolled his eyes. “Oh, how kind of you to think of our health.”
David usually grabbed a snack after his tasks for the day were completed, but not today. He’d come in starving after taking care of Fluffy’s needs.
His parents both shook their heads.
“Patience is a virtue,” his mother reminded.
“Ma-a-a…” Fluffy’s voice floated down the stairs and David’s gaze shot to his mother’s face. Oh no.