and Lily as he positioned it at the corner of the weathered old building. He adjusted the ladder so it was extended as far as it would go, resting against the very edge of the roof.
Mattie was relieved when Truman, Roman, and Bishop Floyd all started toward the shed. âWait up, Amos,â Truman called over. âWeâll hold that ladder steady for you.â
Amos was already climbing, however, nimble as a monkey. Mattie marveled at how quickly he clambered up the last few rungs, spotted the red Frisbee, and then stretched himself full-length across the old shingled roof to retrieve Queenieâs toy with his fingertips. Was it her imagination, or was the corner of the building starting to droop? In a flash of dread, Mattie leapt from her chair. âAmos, watch out!â she cried.
âHang on, Amos! The roofâs giving way!â Truman cried as he, Roman, and the bishop sprinted the last few yards toward the ladder.
For a split second Amos looked toward their voicesâand then he lost his foothold when the entire corner of the old roof broke off. As the ladder pitched sideways, Amos floundered and then fell through the air. Mattie felt as though the whole scene was taking place in slow motion. Even though she was running toward the shed, hollering at the top of her lungs, she knew deep down that no one would be able to stop what would happen next. There were no bushes to break Amosâs fall, no way to catchâ
Suddenly Bishop Floyd rushed forward with his arms extended. âSweet Jesus, send Your mighty angels,â he cried out. âYouâve got to catchââ
Amos struck Floydâs upper body and knocked the bishop to the ground with him. The men landed hard, both of them crying out. Floyd grabbed his head and rolled away to writhe in pain, but when Truman and Roman reached the two men, Amos wasnât moving.
Mattie stopped, her heart in her throat. Her Amos lay flat on his back with his limbs splayed in various directions. He remained ominously still.
For a few seconds everyone stared in silent shock. Minerva and Frances rushed over from the volleyball net with Eli, Marlin, and the others close behind them. Mattie stood stunned, staring at Amosâs inert form as snippets of muffled conversation flew around her.
âHeâs out cold,â one of the younger boys murmured.
âMaybe weâd better call a doctorââ
âNo! Amos is strong and fit. Heâll come around,â Preacher Eli insisted.
âWe donât know any doctors hereabouts,â Frances pointed out as she and Minerva pressed their hands down on Floydâs shoulders to keep him from standing up.
Truman and Roman were kneeling on either side of Amos, gently smacking his face to bring him around. He wasnât responding.
âRosetta! Somebody!â Truman called out above everyoneâs comments. âCall 911. Amos and Floyd should both be checked for broken bones and head injuries.â
Rosetta ran toward the lodge, but Menno and Lavern raced past her, their faces tight with worry. Minerva stood up, shooing everyone back. âIâm no doctor, but Iâve got enough midwifing experience to know that we shouldnât move Amosâand Floyd, you should sit tight,â she insisted. âMattie and Frances, you might want to pack your men a bag before the ambulance comes. I suspect theyâll check both of them into the hospital for observation.â
âYouâre not taking either one of us to the hospital!â Bishop Floyd protested with a grimace. âIf youâll give us a minute to catch our breath, weâll be fine.â
Ignoring Floydâs outburst, Mattie lingered for a hopeful moment, in case Amos blinked or spoke or grimaced.
Nothing. He was breathing, but otherwise he was lying far too still.
Not daring to think about what sort of damage mightâve been done when Amos fell from the roofâeven with Floyd breaking
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