In the Land of Milk And Honey
“I’d checked him out before but hadn’t actually gone to see him. At this point, a talk with the brauche man was well past due. I could sense Glen’s consternation as he drove. He opened his mouth to speak several times, then changed his mind. I held my tongue and waited for him to spit it out.
“So, uh . . . what’s all this about hexes?” he finally asked. He seemed to be making an effort not to sound dubious.
“Stoltzfus has a grudge against the men whose cows were poisoned—at least Knepp and Hershberger. I’d say he’s a suspect.”
“But the Hershberger boy saw a man with a car. Isn’t Stoltzfus Amish?”
“He’s ex-Amish. I don’t know if he has a car or not, but we’ll find out.”
Glen gave a “huh,” and the atmosphere in the car lightened. Now he was just plain curious. “So what is a hexerei? Is this an Amish thing?”
I told him what Ezra had explained about the practice of powwow.
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