Samantha Schmucker, secretary for Freedman Petersheim Law Office of The Mennonite, figuratively speaking. Truth and justice for all are packed into a Bible pretense so strong Satan can't shake it.
   Then you've come to the right place, all stands true, and the weight of justice against injustice, truth, and justice always wins. For the sign of our judicial system, a lady blindfolded and holding weights shows multitudes of Grace Believers In Grace. Where justice is served, by law finding out the truth sets us free. Everyone is innocent until proven guilty. In this court of law.
     The phone rang from the hook, " Hello, Law Office Of Petersheim, what can we do for you? Samantha instructed the caller.
    "I'm in jail and I swear to you Samantha, I'm innocent, I've done no wrong."
    " Your name is Sir," Paul Book I have a cattle farm out on Old County Road, Shining Star Village."
     " Alright got it, Are you bonded, ok For how much a fifty thousand dollars, yes go on ." I've been wrongly accused of stealing Cattle and Mam those heads of cattle are mine."
     " Certainly Sir, I'm sorry to hear of your grief, I will send him down to the jail I'm going to put you on hold and come back I'm going to visit with Mr. Pettersheim. She pushed the hold button and set the phone back in the cradle, A red light blinked. He got up walked to his office knocked he had just gotten done with a conference call on another case.
     She told him about the Man calling from jail.
He agreed to meet him there in an hour or so. Freedman Horse and buggy pulled up to the Shining Star Jail and, from there tied the horse up to a hitching post. Got out and went inside to check in, waving at some Employees there he'd known from experience in law enforcement.
Then once at the counter asked for his client, and they in return brought him to the front from his cell to a phone booth two-way for them to speak. Paul brought in handcuffs shackled feet sat face to face with his wood lawyer Freedman.
Paul is blonde, green-eyed, medium build, sat in front of him. He sure looked like no criminal, Freedman sat thinking at the sight of him. Although not always the case he just thought by past experiences.
" Greetings," Paul said," I'm Paul Book, and your?
" Freedman Petersheim, I'm a Mennonite lawyer, who practices Criminal Law, What's on your mind, Mr. Book?
"I'm being wrongly accused of stealing cattle from a man by the name of Homer Beachy, he is Old Order Amish. Says I tried branding um myself using my family crest when they be his. Those beasts are all mine. He came on my property taking the fence out to release on my property. Truth is I went there myself when I should have taken back up. And I shot a round of bullets to let him know I mean business. He called the Sheriff telling a full-blown story a lie of course. They came and took me in, now they'll tell you the deputy I was no bother and went well behaved."
" Did you see the cattle at all yourself? He shook his head no in response. "I'm going to get an injunction to do so, I'm schooled in cattle from being raised a farmer's kid. And take the Sheriff along which will hopefully be my Braudar, he can be my accomplice. This sounds of me like a thief if you're telling the truth. And get you out and your cattle back."
They discussed his bond and further matters at hand. He then handed a picture of a brand on his beasts at his farmstead. " This will help us tremendously for our case against him. Then His lawyer left he was hired to take his case. His wife would later bring half his legal amount on his good faith then the other half later.
Back at his office later met his wife very pretty lady two kinner very young yet holding on to her legs. " Please have a set, Mrs. Book, I'll have my secretary bring the tiny table and chairs over for the kids to play games on while I have you sign papers for me.
Samantha brought the table chairs from a close by corner. Then once they got started visiting, she brought peanut butter sandwich, cookies , carton of milk. " Danke," Helen his wife said. They continued on with their story.
Much to his surprise not A lot of difference, Then he asked to stop out to look at the cattle
Take pictures.
     Taking along a gifted friend from the Sheriff's Department Windell Troyer, son of Arland Troyer's best tracker in the history of the Sheriff's Department. Windell picked Freedman up in a marked cop car. And they headed out to Paul's farm the man setting jail saying he's innocent.
    Beforehand, Freedman emailed his papers of the story. So when he picked him up he'd been well aware of the story. Windell knew his cattle like the back of his hand. "I'm ready to tackle this crime scene Windell said. " I wonder whose herd is involved and why this has started round here. Hasn't happened for years, I suspect others who are bated criminal figures are easy to get by with it. I'm glad you invited me along."
     Soon the squad car pulled into a large Amish farm, clean, beautiful. A big must of a dog ran up barking and stopped a great Dane so big it looked inside. Behind the great Dane held by the collar, automatic windows rolled down immediately. I'm lawyer Freedman Petersheim , Paul's lawyer, do know of him? Yes for I'm his Braudaar Patrick, please park your vehicle right in front of the porch there. Windell pulled in parked turned off the ignition.
    They both got stood talking to  Patrick , " Let's get the cattle ready to show you ," Patrick said leading them to the Barn and pasture where their kept."