grunted and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You guys know anything about that? Heard about anyone dealing?” Jake jerked his chin toward the crops. “Heard of anyone growing marijuana?”
Uri laughed. “Yeah, we’ll be selling marijuana at the roadside stand next to corn and pumpkins.”
Jake turned to Samuel. “How about you?”
Samuel kept his expression neutral. “The only drug stories I hear are the ones that make the papers.” Like Elmer’s tragic accident. “Sorry...” He shrugged. “Can’t help you.”
They stood staring at one another, silent save for the youth singing in four-part harmony in the barn.
Eli pushed off the wagon wheel. “Let’s get out of here. This singing is a drag tonight.” Eli gestured to what Jake thought was the buggy with an overabundance of reflector decals, but actually, he was looking past the Amish form of transportation to a ten-year-old beater car Jake hadn’t noticed before. “Let’s leave before my mem brings out snacks. Then we’ll be forced to join the group.”
“Samuel?” Jake asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
“I gotta go, man.” Samuel turned his back to Jake and followed his friends. The four of them got into the car, Uri behind the wheel. The engine roared to life and the worn tires spit out gravel before the treads finally gained purchase and the car tore out of the yard.
A couple horses lifted their heads and snorted in protest. Jake watched the red taillights disappear into the dark night.
Jake wondered if his father had been this rebellious before he convinced Jake’s mother to pack it up and leave everything that she’d ever known for a life on the outside.
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