Reality hit home, no Town Days, right at this date, a murder had been committed. The Sheriff Peter felt concerned over it he stopped it. Finding a dead body deep in the wooded area around " Waterfalls Spring. Badly decomposed haven't found clues yet to who he is. His body at the Sheriff's lab was refrigerated in a slid-out drawer.
    From the looks of the body size, and structure, this body belonged to a big man. Wearing farm clothes and Old Order Amish at that. Blood left under his nails, there'd been a struggle for sure. Being a big-sized individual. There had to have been more than one assailant attacking him, yet for what. I mean could be so angry as to take another life and an innocent one at that.
     Instead, have your own fun at home, keep your watchdogs out, and protect ourselves and a gun out. Make sure to stay home having your parties, if folks are traveling to come make sure to spend the night off not drive your horse and buggy home in the dark. And be attacked.
Signs up everywhere, making sure safety first. Since Samantha had no animals on her farmstead yet, Dat moving out on a month intends to do it. She were invited to stay a few days at. Freedman's house on his farmstead, complete with a creek to swim. Her Schwester Adalaine, and her boyfriend, would ride over bringing Samantha.
They'd bring pies, cakes, and crescent rolls to hold shaved Turkey, and sliced turkey. A bunch of bags of chips to dip. A large cooler with a picket full of iced cold lemonade. Which was packed securely in his buggy. Taking off luggage packed ready to stay a few days.
     Simmon Yoder, her boyfriend's name very nice to Adriane. And nice to Samantha bringing her along no questions asked. She could feel the warmth from both of them. Before long the clippity, cloppity, of horses hooves, and taking them to the farmstead of Freedman Petersheim.
From the looks of things, deemed worthy to be his claim to be his. Well kept piece of property, barns rustred in color, some big whitewashed barns, and a very broad in the size horse arena. Electric fenced-in pastures, lots of stock horses wandered about in the field eating grass.
Another pasture full of Herslinger race horses, one more pasture of quarter horses. His
Big Begiums on the opposite side of the farmstead, a specially built farm for them. Simmon drive up into the lane, an employee taking his horse and buggy to tie it up, water, and feed it. Then they walked up to the house party to join in the fun of carrying suitcases.
Walking up the front steps of the House. Freedman led them inside showing them upstairs to their bedrooms large spacious ones at that. Leaving suite cases and things like purses not to carry around the entire night.
" My family and best friends staying at home it's us tonight." They joined in the fun of playing cards, in his dining room, the four of us played guys against the girls. It became great fun. Soon popped popcorn, pretzels, chocolate pieces, and cashews. He set out bowls to put some in to eat. Glasses of pink lemonade, supper in two hours.
     " Talk about this Phantom murderer running around town, it's too bad, scary really," Simmon said. They had just finished playing cards and Adriane set the stack away.
    " They found the body in a raven close by where a field is being excavated to build. Adriane announced, "The killer is still at large armed, dangerous."
     " There are many leads coming out from Good Samaritan acts. Annonoumyse's calls and tips were left at the Sheriff's office. To everyone's surprise, yet no killer was found. We need leads to look for the probable cause suspects," Freedman said.
    And if things couldn't get any better a complete lockdown for this town of ShiningStar Village.  Because a raving lunatic is loose. Please keep safe in groups, and do not travel alone or at night by yourself. Make sure your family and friends are staying over.
A Sheriff's presence around town constantly, updating any unusual activities. Nightly business and farm checks. Keeping a tight lid on the situation at hand. The Amish Society is sick over one of their own being tracked down and murdered.
" Vanny our big dog missing, I called the sheriff for help," Freedman said sadly. And I'm sure not going to because I'm the lead lawyer in the case they'd sure to get me."
" I have a feeling that this dog's disappearance may be the murderer. I mean this individual has had plenty of time to scope us all out," Samantha said in all Ernest.
" Either that or he wandered off," Adriane said. "I'm praying for Vanny's safety. Please Lord bring her home safe and sound."
Simmons," Alls fair game in this twisted mind of a murder. The scary thing is happening because it's an ongoing matter. To be watched as to keep him from possibly doing it again.