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Mulder and Scully go undercover in the Amish community.



Title: Ovan Akta 
                                    Authors: Foxfirex_00,and Girlie_girl7 
                                    Em: FoxfireX_00@yahoo.com, 
                                    Ovan Akta (Unusual Gift) 
                                    Friday July 19, 2002 Outside Honeyville, Indiana 
                                    Forestry Agent Joe Warren enjoyed his job. He'd 
                                    been traveling through  Northeastern Indiana's 
                                    Amish communities, informing groups of farmers on  
                                    the perils of the dreaded Asian Beetle. The 
                                    voracious bug had  infested trees in northern 
                                    Illinois the previous summer and was moving east 
                                    in a hurry. The Federal Government, for once 
                                    attempting to head off a problem  and not just 
                                    react to the fallout, finally got smart and sent 
                                    their agents out to talk to tree nurseries, 
                                    communities, and farmers. Joe was assigned to 
                                    work with the Amish.  
                                    He had been holding meetings twice a day in up 
                                    and down the countryside, using the big white 
                                    barns as gathering halls. His last meeting of  
                                    the day took place in the barn of Jacob Yoder. As 
                                    they dismissed, Joe paused in front of the 
                                    structure, wiping the sweat from his  forehead 
                                    with his handkerchief. It was the time of year 
                                    that the heat rolled through that part of the 
                                    country, settling in and bringing with it 
                                    stifling humidity.  
                                    Joe was amazed how the Amish could function with 
                                    no air conditioning, without electricity. They 
                                    didn't even have fans. He was of the opinion that 
                                    they were just plain nuts. How they chose to live 
                                    their lives was their business but he couldn't 
                                    wait to grab a bite and head back to the air 
                                    conditioned, shower providing, HBO offering motel 
                                    room he'd been staying at all week.  
                                    -- Leah Beechy was setting the table for dinner. 
                                    Her husband Matthew would be home soon. He'd gone 
                                    to the next farm over to hear a man speak about 
                                    insects that could harm their trees. Her two 
                                    older sons were working in the field while her 
                                    daughters tended the family garden. Gardening was 
                                    usually a job that Leah took care of herself, but 
                                    being nearly nine months pregnant, she had 
                                    decided to turn that chore over to her daughters.  
                                    That left her youngest child, Obadiah. If she had 
                                    a favorite child it would be Obadiah. He was 
                                    considered slow, with  the innocence of a younger 
                                    child and a carefree  spirit. Leah knew he would 
                                    be by her side until the Lord called her home. 
                                    The solid oak dining table was covered in a fine 
                                    white lace cloth that she removed with care. The 
                                    fragile cloth had been her mother's and her 
                                    grandmother's before her. Grandma Carper had 
                                    tatted the  lace herself, a skill that Leah had 
                                    longed to learn. But with children always under 
                                    foot she never had the time. Now with  another 
                                    baby on the way it looked like the tatting would 
                                    once again have to wait. 
                                    Joe Warren had just finished up his second plate 
                                    of chicken and noodles at Fern's Diner. He had to 
                                    admit these people knew how to cook. He stood 
                                    outside the diner letting his belt out by one 
                                    notch and watching the sun slowly set. He tossed 
                                    his jacket into the back of  the rental car and 
                                    crawled in the front seat, starting the engine.  
                                    He opened all the vents and cranked up the air, 
                                    and was soon on his  way back to his motel room. 
                                    He passed a neatly kept farm filled with 
                                    barefooted Amish children playing. The little 
                                    girls had their hair up in pigtails or rolled up 
                                    tightly in a bun. Their brightly colored dresses 
                                    swirled around them as they played. The boys both 
                                    had a chili bowl haircut, blunt cut across the 
                                    front and short on the sides and back. They were 
                                    clad in pale colored shirts with blue cotton 
                                    trousers held up by thin suspenders. 
                                    Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse 
                                    of something in the nearby field. He turned his 
                                    head to see a cow hovering a few feet  above the 
                                    ground. He hit the brakes and watched as the cow 
                                    slowly  floated back to earth. He sat in the car 
                                    a second not fully  believing what he'd seen. 
                                    Maybe it was the combination of the heat and that 
                                    second plate of Fern's noodles. Suddenly another  
                                    cow lifted a few feet off the ground. The 
                                    helpless cow let out a  confused moo. Joe grabbed 
                                    the door handle and was out of the car in a flash 
                                    as the cow he was watching settled back down to 
                                    the ground.  He stood by the barbed wire fence in 
                                    the dimming light. The small herd remained 
                                    grounded. Just as he was about to head back to 
                                    the car, cows start popping up and down like 
                                    horses on a carousel. 
                                    Leah Beechy was just pulling the chicken out of 
                                    the warming oven when  she heard a low mooing 
                                    drifting in her kitchen window. She pushed the  
                                    chicken back into the oven and went to see what 
                                    was the problem. In  the slowly dimming light she 
                                    could see a calf straddling her buggy garage. She 
                                    immediately knew what was afoot and who was to 
                                    blame. "Obadiah!" She called. 
                                    Out from behind her bridal wreath bush crept a 
                                    small barefoot boy. "Yeah, Momma?"  
                                    "Obadiah, I thought we agreed, no more messing 
                                    with the cows."  
                                    The boy grew pensive and looked down at his feet 
                                    muttering, "Okay Momma, but don't get mad at me." 
                                    Leah smiled at her small boy. "I'm not mad at you 
                                    son, just put  the cow back and come in and get 
                                    ready for supper." She softly smiled  at him. 
                                    Obadiah ran up the porch steps and started in the 
                                    house just as his mother took his arm. "Obadiah. 
                                    The cow." 
                                    The dirty-faced boy grinned at his mother. "Oh 
                                    yeah, I forgot." Leah watched as the cow slowly 
                                    descended to the ground and scampered  off no 
                                    worse for wear. 
                                    Joe Warren quickly climbed the fence, racing 
                                    toward the herd. He  stood mesmerized by the 
                                    sight before him. Cows were rising and  falling 
                                    all around him. Unfortunately he was unaware of 
                                    the 900  pound, Holstein cow hovering just above 
                                    him until it was too late. The cow came crashing 
                                    down upon the unsuspecting man. Joe Warren had 
                                    eaten his last plate of Fern's noodles.  
                                    Part 1 Thursday August 1 Basement Office Hoover 
                                    Agent Dana Scully entered the office, to find 
                                    her partner Fox Mulder already there. She went to 
                                    get the coffee, since it was her turn.  She sat 
                                    his cup in front of him, finding room next to his 
                                    big foot that was propped on the top of his desk. 
                                    He opened the top and took a deep drink. Wisely, 
                                    he waited until she had almost finished her cup 
                                    before he spoke. 
                                    "Scully what do you know about the Amish?"  
                                    She stood to toss her empty cup in the trash and 
                                    rounded Mulder's desk, perching on the corner. 
                                    "Well they are similar to the Kindred. They shun 
                                    modern conveniences, they put great faith in 
                                    their religion, their family and their community. 
                                    "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to 
                                    live like that?" 
                                    "Oh no, Mulder! I am not going undercover as an 
                                    Mulder got up and moved around the desk, placing 
                                    his hands on  Scully's arms. He nuzzled her neck 
                                    and softly said, "Not even  for me, Scully?" 
                                    "Mulderrr..you're not playing fair. Stop kissing 
                                    "Not even for your partner, your best friend, 
                                    your  love slave? I would have gone undercover as 
                                    a troll for you." She smiled as his dark hair 
                                    brushed the underside of  her chin.  
                                    Scully lifted her chin to allow Mulder greater 
                                    access to her neck. "Okay Mulder, what will have 
                                    us posing as Amish?" 
                                    "Flying cows." 
                                    "I beg your pardon." She pulled back to look at 
                                    him, he straightened up and began gestering with 
                                    his hands. He was excited, and it had nothing to 
                                    do with being her love slave at the moment. 
                                    "Flying cows, Scully. Bovine aviation. I have a 
                                    whole file full of  flying cow sightings." 
                                    "And how is this an Amish problem?" 
                                    "Because the sightings only occur in or near 
                                    Amish communities." 
                                    Mulder points to a map of the U.S., 
                                    "Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Texas." 
                                    "Texas? Mulder." 
                                    "The lone star state can't have Amish?" 
                                    "So why is the FBI getting involved?" 
                                    "Because this time a Federal Forestry Agent has 
                                    been killed by a flying cow." He was fairly 
                                    hopping in place, bouncing on the balls of his 
                                    "Oh, just the break you've been waiting for. 
                                    Mulder isn't it just possible the cow just fell 
                                    over on the agent?" 
                                    "You mean like cow tipping? Sure Scully, drunk 
                                    Amish boys go out and tip over cows on 
                                    unsuspecting Federal Forestry Agents."  
                                    "Well, it's as plausible as flying cows. You're 
                                    serious about this aren't you, Mulder?" 
                                    "Scully, a federal crime has been committed. It 
                                    is our sworn duty as  investigators, to well. . . 
                                    Scully looked up at Mulder with a solemn 
                                    expression and said, "Mulder, you are so full of 
                                    shit. So how do you purpose we infiltrate the 
                                    "I have it all worked out. We spend a few days in 
                                    the library and on the net doing research on the 
                                    Amish, then we fly to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, 
                                    buy some Amish garb. . . " 
                                    "Amish garb?" 
                                    "Change our appearance, catch the bus headed west 
                                    and get off in Shipshewana, Indiana." 
                                    "Wana. Shipshewana. The location of the agent's 
                                    "Hmm, sounds like you've spent a lot of time 
                                    working on this." 
                                    "You were at your mom's this night, I had some 
                                    free time on my hands." He smiled sheepishly at 
                                    her. She hated it when he spent his time off 
                                    working. She was convinced he was going to end up 
                                    with an ulcer or infarct or something. He usually 
                                    didn't admit he spent his empty time without her 
                                    working on a case. 
                                    "You were supposed to be relaxing, Mulder, not 
                                    working." She  smiled at him, shaking her head. 
                                    "Work is relaxing." 
                                    "Flying cows are relaxing?" She snorted at him.  
                                    "Not just any flying cows, Scully, Amish flying 
                                    cows." Proverbial kid in a candy store, she 
                                    thought. Her expression softened. 
                                    "Okay, give me a day or two to look this over." 
                                    "Deal!" Mulder smiled. "Besides I need to find us 
                                    a place to stay." 
                                    "Oh, and Mulder, if you tell them we met at a UFO 
                                    convention, I will be catching the next bus out 
                                    of flying Amish cow town."  
                                    Sunday August 4 Fox Mulder's apartment 
                                    Files littered the coffee table in front of the 
                                    sofa. Mulder sat looking them over, his hands 
                                    resting loosely on his knees. He cocked his head 
                                    to the side, then called, "Come on in, Scully." 
                                    She opened the door. "I hate it when you do 
                                    He grinned at her, "So stop wearing those four 
                                    inch heels, I hear you coming as soon as you get 
                                    off the elevator. 
                                    "So, what's up Mulder?" She crossed the room and 
                                    sat next to him, kicking her heels off and 
                                    tucking her feet under his thigh. 
                                    Waving a paper in the air, Mulder said, "Our 
                                    ticket to cow town." 
                                    "Is that your personal invitation from Elsie the 
                                    "No. Listen to this. 'Mr. Mulder, I received your 
                                    wire, and we would gladly welcome you and your 
                                    wife to our home. Since the sudden death of my 
                                    dear wife's parents we have the older side of the 
                                    house available. I was saddened by your story and 
                                    am willing to let you and your wife live here 
                                    until you get back on your feet provided you help 
                                    on the farm and your wife helps my Leah, who is 
                                    carrying our 6th child. We will pick you up at 
                                    the bus stop on August 6. God bless,  Matthew 
                                    Scully closed her eyes and rubbed her right 
                                    temple. "Mulder, what  have you gotten me into 
                                    and how did you find this man?" 
                                    "The Budget."  
                                    "The Budget?" 
                                    "Yeah it's kind of like the USA Today for Amish. 
                                    It's their national newspaper. Didn't you know I 
                                    subscribed to The Budget? The sports page sucks 
                                    but the classifieds are interesting. I found an 
                                    ad looking for a renter of a double house." He 
                                    jumped up from the  sofa to pace in front of the 
                                    coffee table. 
                                    A double house?" She couldn't help herself from 
                                    repeating the foreign things she was saying, and 
                                    it was irritating even her. 
                                    "Scully, didn't you do your homework? That's two 
                                    houses built side by side that share a common 
                                    washing room." 
                                    "The purpose being....?" 
                                    "I'm glad you asked that. The elderly parents 
                                    live in one side of the house while the married 
                                    son or daughter, live in the other side with 
                                    their children. I'm sure it's a lot cheaper than 
                                    nursing home care." 
                                    "And a whole lot better for the parents. So just 
                                    what was this sob story that got us this warm 
                                    "I told them we lost our shop to an unscrupulous 
                                    land developer and you nearly had a nervous 
                                    breakdown over it." 
                                    "Mulder! A nervous breakdown? Why do I let you 
                                    come up with our  cover? I never learn." She 
                                    dropped her head in her hands. 
                                    "Yeah, well, all you have to do is twitch once in 
                                    a while, and we're  gold." He stopped his pacing, 
                                    and sat on the coffee table in front of her, 
                                    pulling her hands away from her face and rubbing 
                                    her arms. 
                                    "I'll twitch all right, G-man, but you're not 
                                    going to like what I twitch." 
                                    "Anyway, we leave for Harrisburg tomorrow. So you 
                                    want to come into the bedroom where we can 
                                    practice playing house?" 
                                    "Lead the way, G-man, I'm in the mood for some 
                                    twitching." -- 
                                    Monday morning, August 5 Flight 625 
                                    They sat on the plane going over the case during 
                                    their flight, files open before them. They were 
                                    studying not only the route of Agent Warren, but 
                                    giving their Amish hosts a final perusal as well. 
                                    "Mulder, did you forget to shave?" 
                                    "No Scully. Once an Amish man marries they must 
                                    stop shaving." 
                                    "That's right, and I have to wear a white 
                                    "Ahhh you have been doing your homework." 
                                    Mulder's brow furrowed. "Hmm, one problem, 
                                    He gathered the strands of her hair resting on 
                                    her collar, "Amish women don't cut their hair, 
                                    and yours is too  short. Can you pull it up or 
                                    something so it looks longer?" 
                                    "This is all the hair I have!" Scully sighed, 
                                    "Okay I'll see what I can do. I have been reading 
                                    about the Amish lifestyle and it's fascinating, 
                                    but for us to carry this off we will need 
                                    aliases'. I don't think Fox Mulder and Dana 
                                    Scully will fit in." 
                                    "Dana Mulder, we're married now." He waggled his 
                                    eyebrows at her. 
                                    "Well just the same I think we need to pick 
                                    Biblical first names." She had spent so many 
                                    years deflecting his innuendo, it was second 
                                    nature to keep the conversation on track. 
                                    "Alright, just call me Jesus." 
                                    "Not that Biblical, Mulder!" 
                                    "How about Sampson and Delilah?" 
                                    "Mulder, have you ever even read the Bible?" She 
                                    looked at him skeptically. 
                                    "Just the good parts." 
                                    "What did you tell Mr. Beechy your name was?" 
                                    "Just Mr. Mulder. The Falls taught me an 
                                    important lesson. Thou shalt not name thy 
                                    undercover selves without thine partner's two 
                                    "Smart move. Mulder does sound like it might be 
                                    an Amish name. I've got it, Noah." 
                                    "And you can be Patsy." He announced, with a smug 
                                    satisfaction in his voice. 
                                    "Would you please point out where one can find 
                                    the name 'Patsy' in the bible?" Scully folded her 
                                    arms across her chest, narrowing her gaze at him. 
                                    "Well, I think you look like a Patsy." 
                                    "I can be Hannah, I always liked that name. " 
                                    "I could get use to calling you that." 
                                    "No. Mrs. Mulder." She had to admit, the man 
                                    brought out the soft touch in her. She blushed 
                                    slightly at his adoring gaze and looked back down 
                                    at the book she has been reading on the Amish. 
                                    "Mulder, how much of this book have you read?" 
                                    "I don't know. Why?" 
                                    "It says here the men never wear pants with 
                                    "Scully, won't that be a little drafty?" He 
                                    looked concerned. 
                                    "No big boy, they use snaps, buttons, or hook and 
                                    "That hook and eye thing sounds painful." His 
                                    look was shifting from concerned to low level 
                                    "I guess that's the sacrifice you make to be an 
                                    -- La Quinta Inn Harrisburg PA 
                                    Mulder hung up the phone after calling a cab to 
                                    take them on their shopping excursion. "Ok, are 
                                    you ready for this?" 
                                    "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." They walked 
                                    to the curb,  Mulder's hand on the small of her 
                                    back to guide her into the cab. 
                                    Mulder had requested a driver with good knowledge 
                                    of the Amish shops in the area, and he wasn't 
                                    disappointed. The cabbie bypassed the tourist 
                                    shops, where the parking lots were packed with 
                                    out of state plates on vacationing mini vans. 
                                    Instead he drove to the edge of town, where 
                                    traffic and buildings were thinner. Here he 
                                    directed the Agents to an authentic Amish shop. 
                                    Mulder paid the driver, actually tipping this 
                                    time, and they walked over to wooden front porch 
                                    of the shop. Mulder sat on a bench, Scully 
                                    joining him with a quizzical look on her face. 
                                    "Research continues. By observing the locals, 
                                    maybe we can  get a better idea of what we need. 
                                    "Good idea." She sat next to him, lacing her 
                                    fingers through his and together they simply 
                                    watched the customers come and go for almost half 
                                    an hour. They drew a few strange looks, being the 
                                    only 'English' people in the vicinity, but all in 
                                    all they were left alone. 
                                    Deciding that they had a handle on the needed 
                                    attire, they entered the shop. Mulder pointed 
                                    toward the 'men's' side, with small implements, 
                                    sacks of seed and grain and small racks of work 
                                    clothes. Scully, with an eyebrow implanted firmly 
                                    at her hairline, headed for the feminine section 
                                    of the store. 'Her' side was laden with bolts of 
                                    cloth, racks of thread both for sewing and 
                                    knitting and kitchen staples. Near the back sat a 
                                    small rack of somber dresses, and one shelf of 
                                    bonnets, undergarments and aprons. 
                                    Mulder rummaged through the sparse offerings and 
                                    made his way to the register with four pairs of 
                                    zipperless cotton trousers along with half a 
                                    dozen plain cotton work shirts, undershirts, and 
                                    briefs. He picked out a heavy pair of work boots 
                                    and cotton socks to go with them. For the sake of 
                                    decency he bought a  bathrobe and pajamas. Next 
                                    came a work coat and two pairs of suspenders and 
                                    last but not least a straw hat to top it all off.  
                                    He sat again on the bench just outside, waiting 
                                    for Scully. Finally she emerged from the store, 
                                    her arms loaded down  with packages.  
                                    "Sorry that took so long, but they didn't have 
                                    much to choose from and finding something that 
                                    fit was difficult. Did you know that Amish women 
                                    make all their own clothing, except for under 
                                    "It's good you aren't Amish, Scully, because you 
                                    would be the first  nudist in the congregation." 
                                    "You don't think I could make my own clothing? I 
                                    can sew." 
                                    "Scully sewing up a 'Y' incision and occasionally 
                                    your  partner is not my idea of fine stitching." 
                                    -- Tuesday Morning, August 6 
                                    The bus was due to leave Harrisburg at 9:00 a.m. 
                                    They still paid for two rooms when they traveled, 
                                    but seldom used more than one. Mulder was up and 
                                    showering when Scully awoke, so she made use of 
                                    the shower in the connecting room. The night 
                                    before they packed all the new clothing they had 
                                    bought into the empty suitcases, save for what 
                                    they needed to wear on the trip.  
                                    Scully finished her shower and began to dress. 
                                    The transformation she saw in the mirror stunned 
                                    her. She shook her head as she turned this way 
                                    and that, examining her new look. She couldn't 
                                    wait to see what Mulder looked like.  
                                    She grabbed her pajamas and headed back to the 
                                    room they slept in, nearly running over Mulder 
                                    who was coming through the door. They both jumped 
                                    back with a start.  
                                    He stood before Scully, beautifully tall and 
                                    shortly bearded.  His blue cotton shirt stretched 
                                    across his shoulders, the suspenders running the 
                                    outline of his pectoral muscles. The simple dark 
                                    blue trousers hugged his lean thighs just enough 
                                    to hint at their shape. His smile was brilliant, 
                                    causing his eyes to sparkle down at her. The new 
                                    growth of beard strangely did not make him appear 
                                    unkempt. He just looked mysterious, possibly 
                                    dangerous, and definitely sexy. 
                                    Mulder couldn't help but smile down at the tiny 
                                    woman before him. Her homespun lavender cotton 
                                    dress tied in back and fell just below her knees. 
                                    The sleeves came down to the fine bones in her 
                                    wrists. The simple garment actually did more for 
                                    her figure than the dark  two piece suits she 
                                    wore to work. She wore no makeup allowing the 
                                    freckles across her nose to stand out against the 
                                    pale skin on her face. Her hair was pulled back 
                                    and pinned up, accenting the shape  of her 
                                    cheekbones. She wore flat black leather shoes 
                                    that caused  Mulder to tower over her even more 
                                    than usual. She stunned him  with her beautiful 
                                    "Mulder, you look like you belong on a farm." 
                                    Scully grinned up at him. 
                                    "And you look like you belong on my arm." Mulder 
                                    replied as he offered her his arm and walked her 
                                    back into their room. 
                                    They finished gathering their things and packing 
                                    in silence. Each  cast surreptitious glances at 
                                    the other, both pleased with  what they saw. When 
                                    their packing was completed, Mulder put his straw 
                                    hat  on and pushed it down on his head. Scully 
                                    took out the starched bonnet from the hatbox and 
                                    sat it carefully on her head. She  then took a 
                                    small box of straight pins out of her purse. 
                                    "Eww ouch, Scully what are you doing with those?" 
                                    "The clerk showed me how to hold the bonnet on 
                                    with these." 
                                    "You're not pinning that to your head are you?" 
                                    "Of course I am." Scully then turned to the 
                                    mirror and began to weave the pin into the bonnet 
                                    edge, gathering up a few strands of hair and 
                                    pushing the pin back out the bonnet. She did this 
                                    three more times and turned to smile at Mulder. 
                                    Satisfied she hadn't  drawn blood in the pinning 
                                    process, he kissed her lightly on the nose and 
                                    gathered up the suitcases while Scully carried 
                                    the hatbox and the suitcase containing the laptop 
                                    and case files. They  trudged down to the bus 
                                    The bus bound for Shipshewana was half full and 
                                    most of them were Amish. Mulder watched them 
                                    carefully, studying their mannerisms and 
                                    movements. Then he realized something, "Scully 
                                    lean forward a little."  
                                    "What for Mulder?" 
                                    Mulder deftly unhooked the tiny cross from around 
                                    Scully's neck and placed it in her palm. Scully 
                                    closed her hand around it and looked at him 
                                    Mulder leaned over. "They never wear jewelry." 
                                    Scully immediately placed the small cross in her 
                                    Ten excruciating hours later the bus pulled into 
                                    the parking lot of Yoder's Department store in 
                                    Shipshewana. Mulder stood up and stretched, 
                                    unkinking his long frame, and listening to his 
                                    back and knees pop. He leaned over and ran his 
                                    knuckles over Scully's cheek. She had fallen 
                                    asleep hours ago. Her eyes fluttered open as she 
                                    gathered her bearings. 
                                    "Come on, Hannah, we're here." Scully took a deep 
                                    breath, and reached up to straighten her bonnet. 
                                    "Sure, Noah." Mulder grinned as he helped her out 
                                    of her seat.  They were the last ones off the 
                                    bus. -- 
                                    Mulder gathered their suitcases, while Scully 
                                    looked around the nearly empty parking lot. Off 
                                    to the left stood an Amish man  tending to his 
                                    horses. He glanced over to Scully as he tied the  
                                    horses to the hitching post and noticing her 
                                    clothing, he approached Scully cautiously. She 
                                    saw he was little taller than she, and solidly 
                                    The man tipped his hat and asked, "Excuse me, 
                                    ma'am, would you be Mrs. Mulder?" 
                                    "Yes, yes, I am." Mulder came to stand at her 
                                    side, setting the suitcases down. "This is my 
                                    husband, Noah." 
                                    The shorter man thrust out his hand. "I'm Matthew 
                                    "Nice to meet you, Mr. Beechy, and thank you for 
                                    meeting us. It's been a long trip, and we 
                                    appreciate the ride out to the farm." 
                                    "My pleasure, why don't you two follow me." 
                                    Matthew picked up Scully's hatbox and the small 
                                    case she had been carrying and led them to the 
                                    two-seater black buggy. The bags were tossed 
                                    behind the second seat and Matthew climbed in the 
                                    front. Mulder helped Scully into the second seat, 
                                    and climbed in after her. 
                                    "Get up Pat, Star." Matthew Beechy gave the reins 
                                    a snap, sending the buggy lurching forward. The 
                                    horses soon fell into step next to one another as 
                                    the buggy made its way down State Road 5. Cars, 
                                    motorcycles, and even an occasional semi-tractor 
                                    trailer whizzed by at a dizzying rate, but the 
                                    horses never strayed from the path they were 
                                    relegated along the narrow highway. Mulder 
                                    noticed Scully's white knuckled grip on the side 
                                    of the buggy, and took her hands into his. She 
                                    sighed and leaned against him, doing her best to 
                                    ignore the heat. 
                                    Mulder leaned forward and spoke to Matthew. "Have 
                                    you lived here long, Mr. Beechy?" 
                                    "All 45 years of my life, and they call me 
                                    Matthew or just Beechy." 
                                    Scully smiled to herself. Not another one. 
                                    "You like living here, Beechy?" 
                                    "Good soil and plenty of fresh water, no reason 
                                    not to live here." 
                                    "What do you grow?" 
                                    "I farm seven acres of wheat and five acres of 
                                    beans, and I have 10 milk cows. It's time to 
                                    begin bringing in the wheat.  I can use your 
                                    The rest of the ride was spent in silence. They 
                                    passed softly rolling hills dotted with white 
                                    homes and large barns. Occasionally they passed 
                                    another buggy and a hand would appear from it and 
                                    wave at Beechy with him acknowledging it. 
                                    The buggy leaned to the right, pulling into what 
                                    Mulder guessed  was a long lane. The lack of an 
                                    internal combustion engine and electrical system 
                                    operated by a battery meant no headlights to  
                                    pierce the darkness for him. Scully smiled and 
                                    pointed down into  the dark, in the direction of 
                                    a yapping sound that could only be the family dog 
                                    out to greet them. 
                                    The hot and sticky ride lasted nearly 50 minutes, 
                                    with Mulder calculating they had traveled about 7 
                                    miles. He was sure all  Scully wanted to do was 
                                    take a shower but he doubted that would  be 
                                    Beechy called a halt to his tired horses' efforts 
                                    in front of a two story house that had lamps 
                                    burning in several of the windows. A side door 
                                    flew open, and out bounded two dark figures, the  
                                    lead holding a small lamp. As they neared, Mulder 
                                    could tell  they were teenage boys and each took 
                                    one of the horses  by the headstall and held them 
                                    as the adults alighted from the buggy. A 
                                    practiced team, they led the horses toward the 
                                    barn, tossing a greeting over their shoulders for 
                                    their father, and  smiling openly at the 
                                    newcomers. As the traveling companions stretched, 
                                    a teenage girl stepped down from the porch, also 
                                    carrying a lantern.  
                                    "Welcome home, Poppa." The young girl smiled 
                                    warmly. She let her smile slide to include Mulder 
                                    and Scully, then turned to  light their way into 
                                    the house. Beechy and Mulder wrestled the  cases 
                                    and followed Scully and the young woman up the 
                                    steps and inside. 
                                    The kitchen was large and very neat. On the left 
                                    side stood a  large cream and green cook stove. 
                                    There were oak cupboards  running along either 
                                    side of it. A sink with a hand pump stood next to 
                                    the back door. On the right was an ice box, the 
                                    kind that Mulder and Scully had only seen in old 
                                    movies. The kitchen was painted white and filled 
                                    with home canned produce.  The only window in it 
                                    had no window dressing. 
                                    "Leah." Beechy called out to his wife as he 
                                    removed his hat. Into the kitchen waddled a very 
                                    pregnant woman wearing a pink cotton dress with a 
                                    white apron covering her large belly. Much to 
                                    Scully's delight, her bonnet covered a head of 
                                    red hair. The woman had a shy smile and Mr. 
                                    Beechy stepped forward and took her hand. The 
                                    room was soon filled with children.  
                                    "This is my wife, Leah, and our daughters, 
                                    Rebecca and Mary." He gestured to the two boys 
                                    just returning from the barn, "This is David and 
                                    Samuel." He then looked down and pulled a small 
                                    boy out from behind his wife's skirt. "And this  
                                    is Obadiah." 
                                    The child grinned sheepishly up at Scully and 
                                    said, "Momma, she's got hair just like yours!" 
                                    The whole room erupted  into laughter causing the 
                                    boy to turn red. 
                                    His mother placed her arm around his shoulder. 
                                    "Yes, she does, son." 
                                    Mulder spoke up, "My name is Noah Mulder, but 
                                    like Beechy here I'd rather just be called 
                                    Mulder." The kids all  giggled. Mulder took 
                                    Scully by the hand and pulled her  further into 
                                    the light of the lantern. His eyes glowed  with 
                                    warmth as he looked down at the bonnet covered 
                                    head, "This is my wife, Hannah." 
                                    "Nice to meet you, Hannah," Leah said shyly. She 
                                    seemed both embarrassed and pleased by Mulder's 
                                    apparent fascination  with his wife. 
                                    "Nice to meet you and your family." Scully warmly 
                                    smiled, but her exhaustion was causing her to 
                                    lean on Mulder's arm. 
                                    Leah spoke up, "Matthew these people are tired, 
                                    show them to  their home." Beechy smiled and 
                                    gestured for them to  follow him through the door 
                                    leading from the kitchen. 
                                    As they turned to follow, Scully realized for the 
                                    first time that not only would she and Mulder 
                                    actually be living  as man and wife, she would be 
                                    responsible for his clothes and  meals. Not to 
                                    mention keeping the house neat. A vision of  
                                    Mulder and his dirty sock tossing habits flashed 
                                    through her tired mind. Unlike the Falls, this 
                                    time their relationship had advanced to the point 
                                    of intimacy. Suddenly the dirty socks  seemed 
                                    small in comparison to the greater perks. She 
                                    shook her  head. She must be losing her mind. 
                                    Beechy led them out the small door, which opened 
                                    into a room that held a wringer washer and a 
                                    large kettle hanging over a wood fired stove. The 
                                    floor was cement and as clean as the kitchen. 
                                    Shared wash room, Scully remembered Mulder 
                                    telling her about that.  
                                    Beechy opened another door that led into an 
                                    almost exact copy of the kitchen they had just 
                                    left. Mulder was reminded of the house they had 
                                    spent Christmas Eve in with Maurice and Lyda. 
                                    He glanced at Scully, her quirked eyebrow telling 
                                    him she was thinking the same thing. 
                                    Beechy continued on with the tour, leading them 
                                    through the kitchen to the dining room and on 
                                    through the living room and into a small study. 
                                    He then backtracked to the dining  room and began 
                                    to climb a small staircase. He pointed out the 
                                    bedrooms and then opened up a the bathroom door. 
                                    The bathroom was large, with a huge claw-footed 
                                    tub in the center, and a  small sink on a 
                                    pedestal against the wall.  
                                    Demonstrating how to draw water up the pipes by 
                                    using a hand  pump, Beechy explained that if the 
                                    reservoir on the wood  stove was filled, a few 
                                    gallons of hot water could be obtained  by 
                                    turning a tap. He then turned and pointed out the 
                                    tiny window to a dark spot in the yard. Somewhere 
                                    out there stood the outhouse. Flukemen danced 
                                    through Scully's mind. Sometimes, it was 
                                    difficult to find a situation where ghosts, 
                                    goblins  and or monsters didn't flit through her 
                                    They all returned to what was soon to be Scully's 
                                    kitchen. Mary had brought over two large pieces 
                                    of chocolate cake and an ice-cold pitcher of 
                                    milk. "Momma thought you might be hungry." 
                                    Mulder and Scully thanked her and bid the Beechy 
                                    contingent good night. He turned to Scully, 
                                    pulling her close and  letting her rock into his 
                                    chest, supporting her weight.  "Well, Mrs. 
                                    Mulder, you want to go to bed?" 
                                    Scully pulled out of his embrace and took a seat 
                                    at the table. "I don't know about you Mr. Mulder, 
                                    but I'm having a piece  of cake." 
                                    Mulder joined Scully as they ate their cake and 
                                    drank their milk by the light of the lantern. 
                                    Scully spoke up first, "I'd like to stick close 
                                    to Leah tomorrow. Maybe I can get the hang of 
                                    "Good idea. I'll try to follow Beechy. It can't 
                                    be that difficult to be a farmer." He said, as he 
                                    took a large gulp of milk. 
                                    "I don't know, Mulder. This is farming like they 
                                    did it one hundred years ago. You won't have 
                                    motorized equipment, and you'll be out in the 
                                    heat all day." 
                                    "Yes, Mother," he said with a smile. 
                                    "Just be careful, that's all I'm saying." She 
                                    took another bite of her cake. 
                                    "I want to nose around and see what I can find 
                                    out about the death of Agent Warren. It happened 
                                    in the pasture of an Amish farmer, surely they've 
                                    all discussed it, and  maybe Beechy will have 
                                    some idea of what's behind it." 
                                    Scully pointed her fork at Mulder. 
                                    "I saw a pile of old newspapers in the wash room, 
                                    maybe  they use them to start the fires. There 
                                    might be one with a  story on the agent's death 
                                    in it. Maybe a local perspective from the press 
                                    would be helpful, too." 
                                    "Good idea, Scully." He finished off his cake. 
                                    "It's Hannah, and I'm going to take a bath no 
                                    matter how cold the water is. I have no idea how 
                                    they sleep on nights this hot." She had finished 
                                    her cake and started up the stairs. 
                                    "I guess you just get used to it. I'm going to 
                                    check out those papers." He called out to her as 
                                    he headed back out to the washroom. 
                                    Scully lit an oil lamp that hung from the ceiling 
                                    and pumped about four inches of water into the 
                                    huge tub. She gathered  her bags and stripped off 
                                    her clothing and slid into the slowly warming 
                                    water. She leaned against the cold granite of the 
                                    tub and slowly poured handfuls of water over her 
                                    sweaty body. She closed her eyes, enjoying the 
                                    sensation when the door flew open. "Shit! Mulder 
                                    you scared me!"  
                                    "Scully, is that any way for an Amish woman to 
                                    talk? What  are you doing?" He closed the door 
                                    behind him, his eyes  darkening as he took in her 
                                    wet and naked form. 
                                    "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking a 
                                    "I can see that, is there room for two in there?" 
                                    Without  waiting for an answer Mulder began 
                                    stripping off his clothes.  Scully was amazed at 
                                    the energy this man could display at that hour of 
                                    the night and in the heat. Tossing aside his 
                                    socks  Mulder nudged Scully forward and slid in 
                                    behind her. He leaned  over and spoke into her 
                                    ear. "In my own defense, Scully, this  water is 
                                    Scully laughed and laid her head back against his 
                                    chest.  Mulder leaned up and kissed the back of 
                                    her neck. Her laugh  deepened into that sexy 
                                    chuckle he loved to hear. "That beard tickles." 
                                    Mulder stopped his nibbling and leaned over the 
                                    edge of the tub  to retrieve a newspaper he had 
                                    dropped there in his haste to get naked. 
                                    "You were right, Scully, here's the newspaper 
                                    article on the death of Agent Warren." He held 
                                    the paper in one hand and  reached around Scully 
                                    to thump it with the other.  
                                    "According to the paper, Warren was killed not 
                                    far from here. He had been last seen earlier in 
                                    the evening at a local place called Fern's Diner. 
                                    There were no witnesses to the accident and he 
                                    was found around 10:30 p.m. by a passing delivery 
                                    van driver. The driver said and I quote, 'he was 
                                    squashed  like a bug under that cow'. The coroner 
                                    reported he died of massive internal injuries 
                                    consistent with being squashed like a bug." 
                                    "Charming. So was that his medical opinion?" 
                                    Scully looked up at Mulder questioningly. 
                                    "Well, as close as he could come. He's a butcher 
                                    by day  and county coroner by night." 
                                    "He better keep his day job," Scully deadpanned. 
                                    "I think I'm going to take a look at the scene 
                                    tomorrow.  Are you falling asleep on me? Because 
                                    if you are, I've got  a major cramp going on 
                                    "I knew it was too good to be true." Scully 
                                    sighed as she  crawled out of the tub and began 
                                    to towel off. Mulder  followed her. 
                                    In the master bedroom Scully pulled on a pair of 
                                    cotton  panties and a long cream colored 
                                    nightgown. The heat was  stifling and her hair 
                                    was kinking up in the heavy humidity. Mulder 
                                    pulled a pair of cotton briefs from the suitcase 
                                    and slipped into them. He sat on the edge of the 
                                    full size bed. 
                                    "Scully, why is it so hot!" 
                                    "Mulder, we're in the midwest, in mid summer, in 
                                    an Amish house with NO electricity and you have 
                                    to ask me why it is so hot?" 
                                    "I'm sorry I asked," Mulder mumbled. 
                                    She pulled back the large handmade quilt and top 
                                    sheet that covered the bed. She dropped onto the 
                                    bed on her back. Mulder soon followed. He moved 
                                    over to wrap his arms around her. 
                                    "Mulder, I love you more than my own life, but if 
                                    you touch me tonight, so help me I will shoot you 
                                    Able to take a hint, Mulder never said a word but 
                                    and crept back to his side of the bed. 
                                    Part II Wednesday, August 7 
                                    Neither agent slept much and both were up by 5 
                                    a.m. Scully had just dozed off when a rooster 
                                    crowing made her nearly jump out  of the bed. 
                                    Mulder slipped on his trousers and tee shirt and 
                                    made his  way to the outhouse. At least they 
                                    didn't have to share one with the Beechy family. 
                                    As he was heading out the outhouse door he passed 
                                    Scully going in. He knew better than to speak to 
                                    her in the morning before she'd had her first hit 
                                    of caffeine. She had her robe wrapped around 
                                    herself and a bad case of  bed head going on but 
                                    he wasn't telling her that. 
                                    Mulder went back upstairs, dressed properly and 
                                    finished by brushing his teeth and combing his 
                                    hair. He checked  out his furry face in the 
                                    mirror. One nice thing about being undercover as 
                                    an Amish was he didn't have to shave. One bad 
                                    thing was that at this length his beard caused 
                                    his face to itch like hell. 
                                    He wandered around the house trying to get a feel 
                                    for these simple people. It soon became evident 
                                    that all the books they had read were true. There 
                                    were no mirrors in the house and no photos or 
                                    pictures of people, only landscapes and animals. 
                                    The house reflected the modest lifestyle they had 
                                    chosen to live. Scully came in to find Mulder 
                                    scratching his bearded chin. The things he would 
                                    endured for an  investigation. She went upstairs 
                                    and quickly dressed.  Mulder met her on the steps 
                                    as she was coming down. "Scul... Hannah, Leah 
                                    wants to know if we would like to eat breakfast 
                                    with them?" 
                                    Scully quickly walked around him, "Mulder, any 
                                    meal I don't have to cook is a favorite of mine." 
                                    He chuckled at her as she headed for the 
                                    connecting wash room door. 
                                    They entered Leah's kitchen to find the table 
                                    surrounded by  hungry children eager to eat. 
                                    Mulder thanked Leah and pulled  out a chair for 
                                    Scully. Mr. Beechy led the group in a prayer  and 
                                    the food was passed around. Mulder had whole-
                                    wheat toast, hamburger gravy, orange juice, fresh 
                                    brewed tea and a homemade  cereal that resembled 
                                    Grapenuts. Scully had her coffee first  and then 
                                    dug into the best breakfast she had ever eaten. 
                                    Leah spoke up. "Did you sleep well, Hannah?" 
                                    She put down her cup of coffee and rubbed her 
                                    hands on her lap. "It was fine except for the 
                                    Leah and the children looked at her in silence. 
                                    Scully had the feeling she had just said 
                                    something wrong but she wasn't sure what. 
                                    Leah snapped. "Beechy didn't you tell these good 
                                    folks about the bedroom in the basement?" 
                                    "Bedroom." Mulder gulped. 
                                    "In the basement." Scully sighed. 
                                    "Sorry, Leah, it completely slipped my mind." 
                                    "Oh, my! You two must have had a terrible night 
                                    in all that heat! Hannah, after breakfast Mary 
                                    will show you the bedroom downstairs. We all 
                                    sleep in the basement in weather this hot." 
                                    "Really," Scully spoke up trying to save Mr. 
                                    Beechy's hide, "It was not that bad." 
                                    After the meal was over, Mulder followed Beechy 
                                    and the boys out to the porch. Scully called him 
                                    back in. He had forgotten his hat. He took it 
                                    from her and kissed her lightly on the cheek and 
                                    crossed the yard again to jump on the wagon with 
                                    the boys. Scully waved to Mulder from the porch 
                                    as he set off on his first day of work.  
                                    Scully went back into the house feeling a little 
                                    lost. She wasn't sure what to do next.  
                                    Mary and Rebecca were both off to work at the 
                                    noodle shop. The extra money helped out the large 
                                    family. Mary would bring  lunch to her father and 
                                    brothers and Mulder, saving Leah the hard work of 
                                    making a noon meal for the men.  
                                    Scully helped gather up the breakfast dishes and 
                                    was soon up to her elbows in homemade soapsuds. 
                                    Leah was drying and softly humming to herself. 
                                    Obadiah was lingering near by.  
                                    "Obadiah." His mother called out. 
                                    "Yeah, Momma?" 
                                    "Why don't you take Buster and go down to check 
                                    on the calves." 
                                    "Okay, Momma." Obadiah ran to the back door. 
                                    "Oh, and son, don't go near the road." 
                                    "I promise I won't, Momma." 
                                    Scully watched the small boy run out the back 
                                    door. "Who's Buster?" 
                                    "His dog, but you met him last night." Leah 
                                    smiled as she finished wiping a plate, using the 
                                    back of her sleeve to wipe a loose tendril of 
                                    hair out of her eyes. 
                                    Scully smiled and handed her another plate. "He's 
                                    a darling child." 
                                    Leah placed the last plate in the cupboard. 
                                    "Obadiah? Yes, he is." 
                                    Scully let the water out of the sink. "Does he 
                                    play in the road?" 
                                    "Obadiah forgets how fast the motor cars travel. 
                                    He's come close to being hit twice. I never let 
                                    him get the mail unless I'm with him. He never 
                                    developed like the other children did. He seemed 
                                    well, slow. He didn't walk until he was almost 
                                    three." Leah laughed. "But when he finally did he 
                                    never stopped."  
                                    "Does he attend school?" 
                                    "No. We tried, but he just couldn't keep up and 
                                    it frustrated him so. Obadiah will always be my 
                                    baby." Leah said wistfully. 
                                    Scully nodded silently. She understood Leah's 
                                    concern for her child. Not for the first time did 
                                    she wonder at the strength of women, who were 
                                    faced with adversities in those they loved most, 
                                    and yet made the best of it. "Does he like to 
                                    watch the cows?" 
                                    "He loves animals, but he's simply crazy about 
                                    our milk cows. I think he's most satisfied around 
                                    them. They pass no judgement on him and they like 
                                    to see him coming,; he's so gentle with them,." 
                                    Leah replied as she placed another plate in the 
                                    "All done," Scully smiled. 
                                    "Good. I need a break." Leah arched her back, 
                                    supporting the weight of her belly with her 
                                    hands. She made show circles with her well worn 
                                    hands, in an age old rhythm of comfort and 
                                    satisfaction known to pregnant women. Turning to 
                                    the table, she looked up at Scully, "Your 
                                    husband, he's a bit thin." 
                                    "Mulder?" Scully said as she walked over to the 
                                    table and pushed in the chair Obadiah had been 
                                    sitting in. 
                                    "Yes, but he seemed to have such an appetite at 
                                    breakfast.  I wish Matthew could keep the weight 
                                    off like your Noah." 
                                    Scully looked a little pensive. She had to tell 
                                    her sometime, it just might as well be now. She 
                                    pulled out a chair and sat down across from Leah 
                                    at the kitchen table. She ran her tongue over  
                                    her bottom lip. "Leah, I, I have a confession to 
                                    Leah looked up at Scully. "What is it, Hannah?" 
                                    Leah studied Scully for a long moment, sizing her 
                                    up, perhaps, or wondering if her head was going 
                                    to start spinning around, thanks to Mulder's 
                                    mental breakdown story. 
                                    Scully held her breath for a moment and then 
                                    blurted out. "I can't cook! I mean I can, but not 
                                    like you."  
                                    The gentlewoman then smiled, "Is that all! 
                                    Cooking can be learned. My mother was a great 
                                    cook and she taught me. I can teach you. We'll 
                                    put some meat on your husband's bones." 
                                    Scully grinned back at Leah. "Thank you, I am 
                                    very grateful. In return I want you to let me 
                                    lift the heavy things around here.  You're 
                                    certainly not in the shape to be doing it." 
                                    Leah took a moment to think. "There are no canned 
                                    goods or provisions in your house. Tell you what, 
                                    until you can get on your feet, you can help me 
                                    out here and we'll cook together." 
                                    "That's a deal!" Scully smiled. 
                                    The rest of the morning flew by for Scully. It 
                                    was bread baking day, and while Leah mixed up the 
                                    dough, Scully kneaded it into loaves.  Bread was 
                                    made twice a week and with such a large family, 
                                    it  took many loves to last. 
                                    It was nearly noon when Obadiah ran into the 
                                    kitchen. "Momma, I'm hungry." 
                                    Leah laughed and wiped the sweat from her head. 
                                    "Of course you are. You're always hungry. Go wash 
                                    up and I'll get lunch." 
                                    Obadiah went to the sink and pumped out the cool 
                                    water. He soaped up his hands and face and 
                                    scrubbed, making a joyful mess the way only a 
                                    child could. 
                                    Scully watched the little boy with interest.  
                                    "Good boy. Now, go sit down." 
                                    Obadiah pulled out a heavy wooden chair. 
                                    "What sounds good, son?" His mother asked. 
                                    "Gill cheese!" The little boy chimed. 
                                    Scully and Leah both laughed. "He does love his 
                                    grilled cheese." 
                                    Scully watched as Leah pulled out a loaf of 
                                    "Here let me do that." Scully said.  
                                    Leah handed the knife to Scully and she began to 
                                    slice of thin slices of cheese. 
                                    Leah lit the propane stove with a match and 
                                    placed a heavy skillet on the burner. She then 
                                    buttered two slices of homemade bread and put two 
                                    slices of cheese between them butter side out. 
                                    She placed the sandwich on the hot skillet. 
                                    "Hannah can you get me two tomatoes from the 
                                    basement. We'll have sliced tomatoes for lunch." 
                                    Scully went down the steps and was met with a 
                                    cornucopia of home canned vegetables and fruits. 
                                    Barrels held potatoes, squash and yams. She found 
                                    what she was looking for and came up out of the 
                                    basement, sparing a glance behind her. Basements 
                                    were but one more thing that gave her the creeps 
                                    at times. She washed  and sliced the tomatoes, 
                                    while Leah poured the cold milk. 
                                    "Umm, good!" Obadiah said. 
                                    Scully decided she liked the little boy with the 
                                    soft eyes.  Those eyes told her he had a gentle 
                                    soul; in their depths she recognized the same 
                                    warm glow she had become familiar with in 
                                    Mulder's. She watched him beneath her lashes 
                                    until lunch was concluded. As soon as the last 
                                    crumb was gone from his plate, Obadiah ran back 
                                    Scully rose to collect the dishes and spared a 
                                    glance toward Leah. She was tired and drained 
                                    from the heat, the work, and the baby she was 
                                    "Leah, why don't you go rest? I can clean up. 
                                    That I do know how to do." 
                                    Leah laughed and patted her stomach. "I think I 
                                    just might do that." 
                                    "I'll look after Obadiah for you." 
                                    "Thanks," Leah said as she left the kitchen to go 
                                    Scully did what little dishes they had used and 
                                    cleaned off the table and the old stove. She then 
                                    went outside to check on Obadiah and to get out 
                                    of the heat of the kitchen. 
                                    The boy was sitting on a wooden plank swing tied 
                                    high to a  maple tree. Scully stepped off the 
                                    small porch and walked  toward him, matching his 
                                    smile with one of her own when he spotted her 
                                    "You want me to push you Obadiah?" She asked. 
                                    "Yes, please. Momma used to do it, but she can't 
                                    no more." 
                                    Scully pushed the boy in the swing. He kicked out 
                                    his tiny legs. "Your momma says that you like the 
                                    "Yep, I do." He answered.  
                                    "Do you know how to spell cow, Obadiah?" Scully 
                                    asked as she pushed the swing. 
                                    "No," the little boy replied. "Can you tell me 
                                    Scully stopped the swing and bent down next to 
                                    him. "C-o-w. Cow. Can you say that?" She said it 
                                    again. "C-o-w." 
                                    Obadiah slowly said, "C-o-w." 
                                    "That's right!" Scully laughed and stood up to 
                                    push him again. 
                                    "C-o-w, c-o-w, c-o-w." He repeated over and over 
                                    as he swung  higher. 
                                    "Obadiah, you think you can remember that and 
                                    surprise your momma at supper?" 
                                    "I sure can, Hannah. C-o-w. I like cows, 
                                    'specially when they float like Poppa's boat on 
                                    the lake. 
                                    With a start, Scully suddenly realized that he 
                                    might have been witness to the cow that killed 
                                    Agent Warren. She stopped the swing and took 
                                    Obadiah by the hand. "Want to go for a walk?" 
                                    "Sure. Hannah, you got pretty hair. Just like my 
                                    "Obadiah, you said you liked it when the cows 
                                    float. Can you show me the cows that do that?" 
                                    The boy stopped walking and looked down at his 
                                    bare feet, pulling on his bottom lip. "I can't do 
                                    Scully was confused. "You can't tell me or you 
                                    can't do that anymore?" 
                                    The boy ran down the cow path. "I'm gonna go see 
                                    the cows, come on, Buster." The boy took off down 
                                    the path with his  dog barking at his side. 
                                    Scully went back into Leah's kitchen and crossed 
                                    through the wash house into her own side. She 
                                    glanced out the window to see Obadiah playing 
                                    with the calves. She climbed the stairs  and went 
                                    to the master bedroom. She hung up Mulder's 
                                    clothes  and took off her bonnet, letting down 
                                    her hair. She went to  the bathroom and filled 
                                    the sink with cold water. As she washed her face 
                                    she wondered how Mulder was faring. 
                                    Scully dried her face and pulled back her hair. 
                                    Looking out the upstairs window, she could easily 
                                    see Obadiah still playing in the field. She 
                                    secured the starched bonnet once more to her head  
                                    and straightened her dress and went down stairs. 
                                    Deciding she  couldn't put off that trip to the 
                                    outhouse any longer, she headed out the back 
                                    As she crossed the yard, Scully would have only 
                                    had to turn  her head to the right to see a cow 
                                    slowly float past her  bedroom window and land 
                                    back in the field. 
                                    Leah had gotten up and was lighting the stove 
                                    when Scully  returned to the house. She quickly 
                                    washed her hands and  helped Leah pour water into 
                                    the reservoir on the top of the stove.  
                                    Leah wiped her hands on her apron as she said, 
                                    "There's a haystack supper tomorrow night at the 
                                    school. I thought I'd get my pies done early. 
                                    There won't be much time tomorrow, it's wash 
                                    Scully took the large bucket back to the wash 
                                    house. "A haystack supper?" She asked as she shut 
                                    the door.  
                                    "Don't you have those back in your part of the 
                                    Scully just smiled and closed the top to the 
                                    "It's a fun way to raise money 'round here. This 
                                    time it's for a new roof for the school." 
                                    Leah sat her large mixing bowls on the table. 
                                    "Can you get the measuring cups and mixing spoons 
                                    out Hannah?" Leah asked. "The women all get 
                                    together and make supper, but it's stacked in 
                                    large bowls. Usually mashed potatoes go in first, 
                                    and then noodles and  roast beef or pork on top 
                                    of that, finally corn or beans are added, and a 
                                    slice a bread tops it off." She laughed. "I  
                                    guess it kind of looks like a hay stack." 
                                    "Sounds like fun." Scully said as she busied 
                                    herself in the kitchen. 
                                    "Oh it is." Leah said as she looked around the 
                                    table. "Can you get me the eggs and some cream? 
                                    But I'm in no  shape to help this year, so I'm 
                                    making some pies for the auction."  
                                    Scully got the eggs and cream out of the icebox. 
                                    "So what  kind of pies are we making?" 
                                    Leah looked at Scully with a grin. "WE are making 
                                    a cherry pie, a rhubarb custard, and a German 
                                    chocolate." Leah sat down and wiped her face with 
                                    her apron. "What kind of pie does your husband 
                                    Scully thought for a moment. "Sweet potato," she 
                                    Leah laughed. "He's in luck. I canned sweet 
                                    potatoes last fall  and there should still be a 
                                    quart or two in the basement." 
                                    "Hannah, can you go downstairs and bring me up a 
                                    jar of rhubarb, a jar of cherries, two cups of 
                                    pecans, and a jar of sweet potatoes? You'll find 
                                    the nuts in a small wooden barrel. We'll have 
                                    these pies done in no time." 
                                    Scully did as she was asked and soon they were 
                                    measuring and mixing and beating the ingredients 
                                    together. She watched Leah as she cut a piece of 
                                    lard into a small pile of flour she had  poured 
                                    on the table. Leah added some ice water a few 
                                    drops at a  time until she had a beautiful ball 
                                    of piecrust dough. 
                                    Suddenly the door was thrown open and in ran 
                                    Obadiah holding his hand. He had pinched his 
                                    fingers in the gate latch. Leah kissed his 
                                    forehead and took him upstairs to mend his 
                                    Scully looked down at the smooth ball of crust on 
                                    the table. She was sure she could make her own 
                                    crust now that she had seen a pro do it. She 
                                    placed a small pile of flour on the table and  
                                    cut a little lard into it. She added the water 
                                    just like Leah had and rolled the mixture into a 
                                    ball, but the ball was  sticking to the table so 
                                    she added more flour. This made the dough too 
                                    stiff so she added more water. Finally the dough  
                                    began to some what resemble the dough Leah had 
                                    made. Scully was feeling pretty proud of herself. 
                                    Just then Leah came back downstairs.  
                                    "Is he okay?" Scully asked as she pushed back her 
                                    hair with  the back of her hand smudging her face 
                                    with flour in the process. 
                                    "He'll be fine. He does that all the time. I kiss 
                                    it, get him a cold wash cloth to put on it and he 
                                    lays down for a nap." 
                                    Leah looked over at Scully's little ball of 
                                    dough. "I see you have made your crust." 
                                    "I hope so." Scully says, not entirely convinced. 
                                    Soon the pie shells were all filled and were 
                                    baking in the oven. 
                                    Leah stiffly stretched her aching back and sat 
                                    down at the table as Scully cleaned up the mess 
                                    they had made. "Where did you  meet Noah?" 
                                    Scully broke out in a sweat and this time it 
                                    wasn't from the heat. 
                                    Leah went on. "I met Matthew at a church picnic. 
                                    I can still  remember it like it was yesterday. 
                                    Church was held  at Jacob Mishler's Farm. 
                                    Everyone was there. Some members of  the 
                                    congregation in Middlebury came over to join in 
                                    the prayer service. Matthew was among them. He 
                                    was the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes 
                                    on." Leah blushed. 
                                    Scully was furiously scrubbing the kitchen table. 
                                    She knew she would have to come up with 
                                    something. "Noah ran a small store  back home. He 
                                    needed help and I applied for the job. That was 
                                    nine years ago." 
                                    "So how long you been married?" 
                                    Scully rinsed out the dishcloth. "About two 
                                    Leah laughed. "You two certainly took your time." 
                                    "Tell me about it." Scully muttered. She 
                                    desperately wanted to change the topic. "Those 
                                    pies smell great." 
                                    "We'll have the cherry one for supper. How does 
                                    rib eye steak, cheese potatoes, lima beans and 
                                    fried green tomatoes sound  for supper." 
                                    "Sounds great!"  
                                    "Good, because you'll have to help. I'm just too 
                                    worn out in this heat." 
                                    Scully began to worry about the other woman. She 
                                    went to the sink and filled a large glass with 
                                    water and wet a dishcloth. She sat the glass 
                                    before Leah and handed her the  cloth. "Here. You 
                                    look like you could use this." 
                                    Leah smiled up at Scully. "I guess the good Lord 
                                    sent me  my own guardian angel." 
                                    Scully pinked with pleasure, or heat, or 
                                    deception. This was the part of the job that she 
                                    found distasteful. She had to make people trust 
                                    her, then pull out the gun and handcuffs and 
                                    start arresting those trusting souls. 
                                    Leah wiped her face with the cool cloth. "Can you 
                                    take the pies out of the oven?" 
                                    "Of course," Scully replied and grabbed the oven 
                                    Soon the room was filled with the smell of 
                                    cooling pies and  boiling vegetables. Scully was 
                                    peeling potatoes while Leah  was preparing the 
                                    steaks. Scully looked up at Leah. "When  is the 
                                    baby due?" 
                                    "Doc told me it would be six more weeks but that 
                                    was two weeks ago. Matthew has already made 
                                    arrangements at the new birthing center down the 
                                    road. They think I'm too old so I have to be 
                                    there a few days before my due date." 
                                    "That's probably best." Scully agreed.  
                                    Leah finished putting the steaks on the broiler 
                                    pan. "You and Noah want children?" 
                                    Scully shifted in her chair and looked down at 
                                    her hands. "We would love to have children, but I 
                                    am unable." 
                                    Leah stopped what she was doing and looked at 
                                    Scully, softly saying, "Oh, I am sorry to hear 
                                    Scully's blue eyes shimmered, but she hid it from 
                                    Leah. Most of the time, their relationship and 
                                    their professional life lives allowed her little 
                                    time to miss having children. Times like these, 
                                    however, faced with a chance to be near a mother 
                                    so close to her time again, her heart hurt. 
                                    Soon supper was done and awaiting the men's 
                                    return. Mary and Rebecca had been back for about 
                                    an hour and they helped set the table. Scully 
                                    went to her own home to clean up. She couldn't 
                                    wait to see Mulder. It had been a long day with 
                                    out him. Just then she heard Buster barking and 
                                    the sound of horses hooves on the gravel drive. 
                                    She looked out the upstairs window to see the 
                                    team pulling up in front of the house. Out of the 
                                    back of the wagon jumped David and Samuel. Mr. 
                                    Beechy climbed down from the left side and an 
                                    obviously  sore Mulder slowly climbed down from 
                                    the right.  
                                    Scully ran down the stairs and out the wash house 
                                    door toward the wagon. Mulder looked up at her 
                                    with that grin of his and held out his arms. She 
                                    gladly fell into them. His shirt was covered in 
                                    sweat but she didn't care, he was home. He took  
                                    off his hat and wiped his face on his rolled up 
                                    sleeve. He then dropped his arm and wrapped it 
                                    around Scully and squeezed her. "Anyone miss me?" 
                                    he teased. 
                                    "You'll never know just how much." Scully grinned 
                                    up at him. 
                                    He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Maybe 
                                    later,  I'll let you show me." 
                                    Beechy and the boys went over to a pump that 
                                    stood near  the barn and washed up. As much as 
                                    Mulder hated to, he let go of Scully to join 
                                    Scully could tell by the way he walked he was 
                                    tired and  sore, but she would take care of that 
                                    A prayer was said and supper was served. Everyone 
                                    dug in. Obadiah looked over at Scully and she 
                                    nodded her head to him. He grinned and spoke up, 
                                    "Momma, hey, Momma!"  He wasn't being heard above 
                                    the din at the table. Finally Scully said, 
                                    "Leah," and glanced down to Obadiah. 
                                    Leah put down her fork and turned to her son. 
                                    "What is it?"  The table grew quiet and Obadiah 
                                    began to freeze. 
                                    Scully smiled at him and said softly, "Go on." 
                                    Obadiah spoke up. "Momma, I can spell cows." 
                                    Everyone looked at him as he began. "C-O-W, 
                                    The entire gathering laughed and clapped. The 
                                    small boy turned red. 
                                    Leah grabbed her son. "Who taught you that!" 
                                    "She did!" He said as he pointed to Scully. 
                                    Scully blushed and looked at him. "You said you 
                                    could remember it and you did." 
                                    "Yes I did! C-O-W, cows." 
                                    Scully caught Mulder staring at her. A smile 
                                    crossed his face, and then he winked at her. 
                                    The rest of the meal was eaten in silence on 
                                    Mulder's part. Scully knew something was 
                                    bothering him, and right after the dishes were 
                                    done she was going to find out just what it was. 
                                    Scully found Mulder standing under a tree, 
                                    leaning against a  fence post. She slowly 
                                    approached him. "Hey," she softly said softly  as 
                                    she ran her hand across his back. She'd been with 
                                    this man  long enough to know when something was 
                                    wrong. Mulder was feeling sorry for  himself. 
                                    She leaned against the post and faced him. Her 
                                    arms were crossed over her chest. She glanced 
                                    around to make sure no  one was within earshot. 
                                    "Okay Mulder, what gives?" 
                                    Mulder didn't say anything. 
                                    Scully lowered her head and raised her eyes. 
                                    "I can't farm, Scully." He said quietly, with 
                                    such despondency in his voice Scully had 
                                    difficulty hiding the smile that teased at the 
                                    corner of her mouth. 
                                    "I can't farm," he repeated. 
                                    "Well, Mulder, most city people can't, without 
                                    some instruction." 
                                    "No, Scully, they won't let me farm!" 
                                    Scully frowned and circled him, ducking under his 
                                    arm that  rested against the post and leaving her 
                                    hands on his warm chest. "Mulder." 
                                    "I pulled fucking weeds all day." He continued to 
                                    stare out over her head at the vast farmlands. 
                                    "Why? Why did you pull weeds?" He was confusing 
                                    her with his cryptic weed comments. 
                                    "Well, for starters, the horses got away from me. 
                                    Then I  couldn't stack the damn wheat into those 
                                    little piles. That's a lot harder than it looks!" 
                                    His head of steam was growing, she could see it. 
                                    "I'm sure it is, but why did you pull weeds." 
                                    Mulder leaned down and looked into her eyes and 
                                    snapped, "I guess Beechy got tired of chasing 
                                    down the horses!" 
                                    "It's a good thing I told Leah you were a 
                                    shopkeeper."  Scully mumbled as she turned to 
                                    stand next to him. 
                                    "What?" Mulder looked down at her. 
                                    "Never mind." She knew she had to pull him out of 
                                    his funk or the whole evening would be shot. "So 
                                    where did you pull these hated weeds?" 
                                    "In the bean field. I'm telling you, there is not 
                                    a weed left in that entire five acres. I even 
                                    scared off  the baby weeds." 
                                    "Even the baby weeds, huh. If you ask me, it 
                                    takes a real man to completely eradicate weeds 
                                    from a five acre plot. It takes precision, 
                                    attention to detail, persistence...." 
                                    He cut her off, "Ok, ok, I get the point." She 
                                    grinned up at him, knowing the crisis had passed.  
                                    Mulder chuckled as he drew her close to him. "And 
                                    what did you do today?" 
                                    "Not much." She didn't have the heart to tell her 
                                    big strong man with the bruised ego how much she 
                                    had learned from Leah and the fun they'd had. "I 
                                    did bake a pie for the auction tomorrow night." 
                                    Mulder rubbed his nose against hers and grinned. 
                                    "You're turning into a regular Betty Crocker, 
                                    aren't you." 
                                    Scully remembered her talk with Obadiah. "Mulder 
                                    I spent some time with Obadiah." 
                                    "I see that." Mulder smiled and pulled her even 
                                    "No, besides that. I think he has some connection 
                                    or knows something about your flying cows." 
                                    "He told me he liked to 'see them float like 
                                    Poppa's boat on the lake'."  
                                    "It does sound like the kid might know something. 
                                    You seem to have established a rapport with him, 
                                    you work on that end, and I'm going to get over 
                                    to the crime scene." 
                                    Mulder looked up to see a horse and cart pulling 
                                    up the lane. Beechy came out to greet the man 
                                    behind the reins.  
                                    "Mulder." Beechy called out and motioned for 
                                    Mulder to join him. 
                                    "Oh, what now?" he groaned as he released Scully.  
                                    "Maybe the word got out about your prowess with 
                                    "Keep it up, Scully, and you'll be bathing alone 
                                    The couple walked over to the cart. "Mulder, this  
                                    is LeRoy Bontrager. He has a cart you can use 
                                    until you  get yourself a rig." 
                                    LeRoy was a short man with a large nose and a 
                                    huge grin. "Mr. Mulder," LeRoy said as he 
                                    extended his hand. 
                                    "Mr. Bontrager." Mulder returned the handshake. 
                                    "This  is awfully nice of you." 
                                    "No trouble, Mr. Mulder. You can help me out 
                                    "Yeah, he might have weeds to pull." Scully said 
                                    under her breath. 
                                    Mulder elbowed her, "Shush, woman." The murderous 
                                    gleam in his partner's eye didn't escape his 
                                    notice. Luckily, however, it flew past the two 
                                    men he was speaking with, who exchanged grins. 
                                    LeRoy unhitched his horse and crawled onto its 
                                    back. With a wave of his hand he headed down the 
                                    Beechy called out to his son mucking stalls in 
                                    the  barn. "David, bring up Judy." 
                                    He turned to Mulder and Scully. "Judy is a gentle 
                                    horse. She's got some age on her, so we don't use 
                                    her much." 
                                    David came out with a chestnut brown horse with a 
                                    dark mane and tail. She looked like every other 
                                    horse they had seen in the last two days. 
                                    Judy was soon harnessed to the cart. Mulder took 
                                    Scully  by the hand. "Come on, Hannah." 
                                    Scully spotted Obadiah playing in the dirt with a 
                                    toy  horse. "Hang on a minute, Mulder." She went 
                                    over to the  child and bent down. Soon she was 
                                    returning with Obadiah in tow.  
                                    Scully looked over to Mr. Beechy. "If it's okay 
                                    with you Mr. Beechy, I'd like to take him with 
                                    Beechy walked over and bent down to pick the boy 
                                    up. He smiled at him and sat him in the cart. 
                                    "Now you don't  give these people any trouble, 
                                    "I won't, Poppa." 
                                    Beechy helped Scully into the cart, slapped Judy 
                                    on the rear and off they went. Mulder was at the 
                                    reins and Scully  was not convinced this was such 
                                    a good idea. Her nervous  look made him smile. 
                                    "Nine plus years together, Hannah, how many times 
                                    have I been in an accident?" 
                                    He paused. "Never. Well, not driving, anyway." 
                                    Her mouth opened.  
                                    "And accidents caused by ghosts, conspirators, or 
                                    other bad drivers don't count," he countered 
                                    before she could voice her opinion. 
                                    "Why the hell not?" 
                                    "Hannah! You kiss your mother with that mouth?" 
                                    He glanced  down at Obadiah, excitedly watching 
                                    the scenery go by at a steady snail's pace. He 
                                    paid no attention to anything the adults were 
                                    saying. -- 
                                    The sun was setting and everything took on a 
                                    golden glow. They reached the end of the lane 
                                    that led to the the Beechy farm and Scully spoke 
                                    up. "Okay, Noah, which  way now?" 
                                    "According to the paper, it happened not too far 
                                    from Fern's Diner." Mulder said, aware of the 
                                    child sitting beside him. 
                                    Obadiah chimed in. "Fern's, that's where Becky 
                                    and Mary works." 
                                    Scully looked down at him. "Do you know where 
                                    Fern's is, Obadiah.?" 
                                    "That way." The boy pointed to the right. 
                                    "Then right it is." Mulder grinned and snapped 
                                    the reins. 
                                    The cart stayed on the buggy path at the edge of 
                                    the highway. Luckily the traffic was light, which 
                                    helped Scully become more comfortable with Mulder 
                                    at the reins. They had gone about  three-quarters 
                                    of a mile when Obadiah yelled, "There it is!"  He 
                                    pointed to a gray, low slung building just ahead.  
                                    "According to the report, we turn left at the 
                                    next crossroads and go another quarter mile. 
                                    Obadiah was suddenly excited. He pointed across 
                                    the highway. "Look! Cows, c-o-w, cows." 
                                    Scully smiled down at him and draped her arm 
                                    around his shoulder. 
                                    "Look." Mulder pointed to the right. "That cow's 
                                    out of the pen." 
                                    Obadiah turned in his seat to watch the dairy cow 
                                    grazing  along the highway. 
                                    "Mulder, you think we should turn around and put 
                                    it back? 
                                    "Not now. I want to get to the scene while it's 
                                    still light." 
                                    Mulder looked down at the tight expression on 
                                    Obadiah's face and said softly to the little boy, 
                                    "When we come back, we'll put her in the pen. 
                                    Obadiah just nodded his head. 
                                    "Mulder, here's the corner." 
                                    Mulder managed to get the little cart across the 
                                    highway and around the corner without getting 
                                    anyone killed. 
                                    "There's the tape." He pointed down the road and 
                                    to the left. He pulled the cart over to the edge 
                                    of the road and tied the horse to a fence post. 
                                    "I'm not chasing any more horses," he mutterd to 
                                    himself. He lifted Obadiah down and then helped 
                                    Scully. She took Obadiah by the hand and they 
                                    walked to the path that led into the field. 
                                    Mulder unlatched the gate and led the little 
                                    group to the crime scene. 
                                    In the dimming light there wasn't much to see. 
                                    Mulder lifted the tape and bent down to touch the 
                                    loose soil. Scully released Obadiah's hand and 
                                    bent down so she too could check out the scene. 
                                    "There isn't much to go on, Mulder. Hoof prints, 
                                    a depression,  and it looks like dried blood." 
                                    Mulder was crouched down chewing on his thumbnail 
                                    when he  heard Scully shout, "Obadiah!" The boy 
                                    was headed toward the highway. Scully grabbed 
                                    Mulder by the shoulder. "Mulder!  The highway! 
                                    He'll get hit!" 
                                    Mulder leapt to his feet and took off running 
                                    toward the child.  Scully followed as quickly as 
                                    she could, but with the long  skirt she wore she 
                                    had no prayer of keeping up with him. They  both 
                                    shouted Obadiah's name, as Scully watched 
                                    Mulder's back pulling farther away from her. 
                                    Obadiah seemed not to hear the adults calling his 
                                    name, nor  see the large semi-truck coming down 
                                    the highway. He had a single purpose in mind, 
                                    focused only on his appointed mission of saving 
                                    that cow.  
                                    Mulder was gaining on him, his long legs flying 
                                    when out of the corner of his eye he spotted the 
                                    truck approaching. In an instant he knew the 
                                    reflection from the sun on the window would make 
                                    it hard for the driver to see the boy before it 
                                    was too late. 
                                    Obadiah was nearing the fence. How much of a head 
                                    start did he have on them, anyway? Mulder shook 
                                    his head, children and  crime scenes obviously 
                                    didn't mix. He and Scully were so involved, they 
                                    had let the boy simply run off. 
                                    Mulder looked past the boy and saw the cow that 
                                    had strayed onto the highway. His lungs were 
                                    burning, but he knew Obadiah  wouldn't let the 
                                    cow come to harm, and he had he to get to the 
                                    boy. All that stood between Obadiah and the truck 
                                    was a thin wire fence. 
                                    Mulder knew Obadiah's plan was to get to the cow, 
                                    to shoo it off of the road, but there was no way 
                                    the boy could do that without getting killed. 
                                    The boy hit the fence and began to climb. The 
                                    roar of the truck reverberated through Mulder's 
                                    head. He wasn't going to make it,  he wasn't 
                                    going to make it, no matter how fast he went now, 
                                    he wasn't going to stop the death of this small 
                                    boy left in his care. He could vaguely hear 
                                    Scully's voice cracking as she pleaded with the 
                                    child to not climb the fence. 
                                    Obadiah had his feet on the first cross wire of 
                                    the fence and came to a dead halt. The cow that 
                                    stood on the highway slowly rose up. The semi 
                                    cleared the hooves by only inches. The cow moo'ed  
                                    nervously as it gently fell back onto the 
                                    Mulder nearly ran through the fence before he 
                                    could stop. He was so winded he had to bend over 
                                    to catch his breath. Scully charged into him, 
                                    nearly knocking him over. 
                                    "Hannah, see the cow. C-o-w." 
                                    Obadiah was oblivious to what had just happened, 
                                    but the cow wasn't. She took off for the open 
                                    gate and didn't stop running. 
                                    Mulder was still panting. "Scully, did you see 
                                    Scully gulped in heavy breaths. "I think I did." 
                                    "That was amazing." Mulder slumped to the ground. 
                                    Obadiah had crawled off the fence. Scully grabbed 
                                    the boy  and hugged him tightly. 
                                    "Hannah!" Obadiah yelled. "I saw the cows!" He 
                                    hugged  her back. 
                                    "You sure did." Scully said as she slowly got to 
                                    her feet. She took Obadiah by one hand while 
                                    Mulder took the other. 
                                    The horse plodded along, retracing the route that 
                                    had brought them to the field. Obadiah was fast 
                                    asleep in Scully's lap. Scully whispered, "What 
                                    do you think just happened?" 
                                    Mulder was still in a state of euphoria. He shook 
                                    his head. "I have no idea. It could be 
                                    atmospheric, climatic, geographical, or any 
                                    combination of things." Mulder sighed. "Scully, I 
                                    am so sore." 
                                    Scully stopped rubbing Obadiah's back and began 
                                    to rub Mulder's thigh. "I think I can take care 
                                    of that later tonight," she purred. "A cool bath 
                                    for two, a backrub." 
                                    "Son of a bitch!" Mulder growled as he pulled the 
                                    cart to a halt and stood up. 
                                    "Mulder! What is it?" Scully said with alarm in 
                                    her voice. 
                                    "A weed!" And there, in the middle of the bean 
                                    field stood a tall weed taunting Mulder. 
                                    Scully just shook her head and sighed, "Oh, no, 
                                    here we go again." 
                                    Part III Thursday August 8 
                                    Scully was up early, having slept much better in 
                                    the basement where the temperature was twenty 
                                    degrees cooler than the upstairs bedroom. She 
                                    awoke to find Mulder had snuggled up against her 
                                    in the night, seeking her warmth. She dressed, 
                                    made her trip to the outhouse and went in to help 
                                    Leah get breakfast ready.  
                                    After a breakfast of home canned bacon, eggs, 
                                    toast, fruit and cereal, the men made their way 
                                    out the door to work in the fields. 
                                    Scully followed Mulder to the wagon. She 
                                    whispered to him, "Don't forget that weed." He 
                                    kissed her lightly as the boys giggled. Mulder 
                                    made a wise crack back at them, crawled into the 
                                    wagon and off they went. 
                                    The beds were all stripped and the linens 
                                    changed. Laundry was piled high in the wash 
                                    house. Leah got the gas-powered wringer washer 
                                    going while Scully filled the pot with water to 
                                    By noon the laundry was almost done and had been 
                                    hung on the line to dry. Lightly hued dresses, 
                                    dark colored trousers, along  with towels, 
                                    underwear and bed quilts. Once she got the hang 
                                    of it, Scully had done most of the laundry 
                                    Leah was making lunch for the three of them. 
                                    Obadiah had been  down in the cow pasture all 
                                    morning and was slowly making his way  back to 
                                    the house as Scully was finishing hanging the 
                                    last of  the laundry. Obadiah saw Scully and ran 
                                    to her. "Hannah, can you  tell me how to spell 
                                    Buster?" Scully was taken by the boy's zest to 
                                    learn, even if he couldn't tell a C from an O 
                                    from a W yet. 
                                    Scully stooped down and took his hands in her 
                                    own. "Well, Buster  is a dog. How about I teach 
                                    you how to spell dog?" 
                                    "Okay!" Obadiah jumped with excitement. 
                                    "First, how do you spell cow?' 
                                    "C-O-W!" The boy repeated. 
                                    "That's good. Now dog is D-O-G." 
                                    Obadiah repeated slowly, "D-O-G." 
                                    "That's right." Scully smiled at him. "D-O-G." 
                                    Obadiah grabbed Scully around the neck with his 
                                    small dirty  hands. "I like you, Hannah." 
                                    Scully laughed and patted him on the back. "I 
                                    like you too, Obadiah." 
                                    She pulled away from him and grabbed his hand. 
                                    "Let's wash up for lunch." 
                                    They walked over to the old pump and soaped up 
                                    their hands. Scully wanted to talk to the boy 
                                    about the incident last night but she knew, now 
                                    was not the time. His attention span being so  
                                    short and he was intent on learning how to spell 
                                    Leah already had lunch on the table. They ate 
                                    creamed turkey  and biscuits along with homemade 
                                    applesauce. After lunch was  cleaned up the rest 
                                    of the day was spent folding and ironing  
                                    clothes, greeting the iceman, and dusting the 
                                    Leah let Scully talk her into going upstairs to 
                                    rest. That left  Scully with Obadiah. She found 
                                    him playing in the dirt with his toys again. She 
                                    took four homemade cookies from the jar and 
                                    poured  two glasses of milk and went outside to 
                                    sit on the front porch  steps. Obadiah looked 
                                    over at her and realized she had cookies. He 
                                    jumped up and raced over to her. Scully chewed on 
                                    her cookie while he stared at her. She grinned up 
                                    at him. She wanted to see who flinched first.  
                                    He shifted his weight from foot to foot while 
                                    Scully ate the cookie. Then he pointed to the 
                                    other cookies. "Zat mine?" Scully laughed at him. 
                                    "Sure, if you want them." She handed him a cookie 
                                    as he sat one step below her. He took a healthy 
                                    bite of his cookie and a drink  of his milk, 
                                    wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Your husband is  
                                    tall." He said with a smile. 
                                    Scully nearly choked on her cookie. "Yes he is." 
                                    "I like him." 
                                    "Thank you. I do too. Did you have fun with us 
                                    last night?" 
                                    "Uh huh. Judy likes him. He goes slow." 
                                    Scully laughed. 
                                    "Did you see the cow on the highway, Obadiah?" 
                                    "Yeah. Momma says the motor cars will hurt me." 
                                    "Yes, yes they will." 
                                    "Will they hurt the cow too?"  
                                    She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess so. But the 
                                    cow didn't get hit, did it? Why is that?" 
                                    "She floated like poppa's boat." 
                                    "Do you know how she floated, Obadiah?" 
                                    "I maked her." He said as he picked up another 
                                    Scully was floored by his revelation. Just then 
                                    Buster came up. 
                                    "Hannah!" Obadiah screamed with delight. "Buster 
                                    eat my  cookie!" Obadiah laughed and took off 
                                    after the dog. 
                                    Scully sighed. Mulder was going to explode with 
                                    The men came in from the fields earlier that 
                                    usual. They wanted to clean up for the haystack 
                                    supper that was scheduled for that evening. 
                                    Scully had already dressed and was pulling her 
                                    shoes on when Mulder stomped through the bedroom 
                                    door. He dropped to the bed and fell backwards.  
                                    "Scully, I will take chasing mothmen over farming 
                                    any day." 
                                    She leaned over him to softly kiss his lips. 
                                    "Well Farmer Fox we have a supper to go to 
                                    Mulder let out a sigh and grabbed her. "I suggest 
                                    you get your  dirty paws off me." 
                                    "That sounds vaguely familiar."  
                                    "Familiar or not you need to get cleaned up." 
                                    Scully grabbed  him by the hand and pulled his 
                                    towering frame up off the bed. She shoved him 
                                    down the hallway and into the bathroom. 
                                    He undressed while she ran his bath water. "I 
                                    saved this for you."  Scully poured a bucket of 
                                    steaming water into the bath. 
                                    "Oh Scully, you're too good to me," he said, 
                                    climbing into the tub. 
                                    Scully pulled a small stool beside the deep tub 
                                    and sat down. "Mulder, I had a talk with Obadiah 
                                    "What did he say?" 
                                    "He said he moved the cow out of the path of that 
                                    Mulder leveled his gaze at her. "How?" 
                                    "I don't know. His attention span is so short I 
                                    have a hard time talking to him." 
                                    "Sounds like you're doing fine. You really like 
                                    that boy,  don't you?" 
                                    "I feel so sorry for him. The potential is there 
                                    but he isn't getting the attention he needs." 
                                    "He is from you." Mulder softly answered. 
                                    "But we'll soon be gone and where does that leave 
                                    "I don't know what to tell you, Scully. I guess 
                                    we'll figure that out later." 
                                    "Yeah, well your water is getting cold and I'm 
                                    getting hungry so haul ass, G-man." 
                                    "That's Farmer Fox to you." Mulder groaned again, 
                                    hauling said ass out of the low tub. His muscles 
                                    ached so badly, he was sure one more day would 
                                    kill him. 
                                    Mulder was soon dressed and met Scully 
                                    downstairs. She stood to follow him outside, her 
                                    eyes drinking him in. She still so loved the 
                                    looks of this man, beard and all. Beechy had 
                                    already hitched Pat and Star to the buggy. Leah 
                                    came out carrying the pies. Mulder ran over to 
                                    help her. 
                                    Beechy helped Leah climb into the front of the 
                                    buggy while Mulder helped Scully into the back. 
                                    The older children had already gone ahead with 
                                    friends. That left Obadiah standing beside the 
                                    buggy. Scully looked down at him and put out her 
                                    hand, soon he was sitting between her and Mulder. 
                                    Mulder looked over at Scully who just smiled and 
                                    shrugged her shoulders.  
                                    Beechy told stories of his childhood as the buggy 
                                    wound its way past homes and farms. At the crest 
                                    of a small hill stood  a single story white 
                                    clapboard building. The wooden steps led up to a 
                                    set of wide double doors, and each side of the 
                                    building was framed with and six windows. They 
                                    drove down the gravel lane to where some twenty 
                                    to thirty buggies stood. Beechy found a spot on  
                                    the hitching post and tied Pat and Star to it. 
                                    Mulder got out of the buggy and helped Scully 
                                    down, then they both helped Leah. Obadiah jumped 
                                    to the ground. 
                                    Mulder took Scully by the hand and they walked 
                                    slowly past the rows of buggies. He stopped and 
                                    looked over the site around him. "Scully, how do 
                                    they tell these things apart!" 
                                    She laughed. "Come on." 
                                    Leah and Beechy were already inside when the 
                                    agents arrived. The small room was packed with 
                                    bearded men and women in long  dresses. Children 
                                    ran to and fro. A line was formed and tickets 
                                    were sold to the supper. Mulder bought two 
                                    tickets and he and Scully proceeded to get in 
                                    line to eat. The long tables were filled with  
                                    food and were overseen by the Amish women who 
                                    stood behind them, generously dishing up the 
                                    feast. Laughter permeated the air,  along with 
                                    the wonderful aroma of dinner.  
                                    Mulder led Scully over to a small out of the way 
                                    table. She followed him, balancing her plate and 
                                    drink noticing the glances Mulder was generating 
                                    from the younger women. Even Amish women gawked 
                                    at him like love sick schoolgirls she thought. He 
                                    didn't notice, though, he rarely did and she 
                                    chose to keep her mouth shut. 
                                    Obadiah made his way through the crowd to stand 
                                    before Mulder and  Scully holding his bowl. 
                                    "Momma says if'n I'm good I can eat by you, 
                                    Hannah." Scully scooted over on the bench she and 
                                    Mulder  shared. 
                                    "Sure you can Obadiah, but wouldn't you rather 
                                    eat with the other kids?" 
                                    Obadiah looked around the room longingly at the 
                                    other children. "I don't go here with them. 
                                    You're my friend, Hannah." 
                                    Scully's eyes grew cloudy and her throat 
                                    tightened. Mulder could  see she was not going to 
                                    last long if he didn't change the subject. 
                                    "Obadiah, you like cows, huh." 
                                    "And dogs!" The boy spoke up. "D-O-G, Dogs." He 
                                    grinned  up at Scully. 
                                    Scully smiled at him and let out a tear-choked 
                                    "That's good." Mulder praised. "But you really 
                                    like the cows." 
                                    Obadiah was losing interest in Mulder and he 
                                    sensed he was not going to get anywhere with the 
                                    boy. He glanced over to Scully, catching her eye. 
                                    He then looked back down to Obadiah. Scully  took 
                                    the cue and reached out to gently touch Obadiah's 
                                    arm. He immediately focused on her. "Obadiah, 
                                    last night when the cow was on the highway. Do 
                                    you remember?" 
                                    He nodded his head as he ate his supper. 
                                    "Good. The cow was going to get hurt by the big 
                                    truck, right?" 
                                    He nodded again. 
                                    "How did the cow get off the highway?" 
                                    Mulder looked intently at the boy but said 
                                    nothing. Scully licked  her bottom lip and 
                                    glanced at Mulder then back at Obadiah.  
                                    She leaned in and softly said, "You can tell me." 
                                    "I told you she floated like Poppa's boat." 
                                    "But how did she float?" Scully took Obadiah's 
                                    "I made her." 
                                    "You did?" Scully looked him in the eye, hoping 
                                    to keep his  attention. 
                                    "She was on the highway. The truck was gonna hurt 
                                    her like it did my cousin Thomas." 
                                    "Thomas was hurt." Scully asked, her eyes big as 
                                    "A truck hurt Thomas and he never came back." 
                                    Mulder was stunned. He scrubbed his face with his 
                                    "And you didn't want the cow to get hurt?" 
                                    Scully's voice cracked. 
                                    "Nope. I like cows. I like Thomas, too." The boy 
                                    broke eye contact with her, and turned back to 
                                    his supper. 
                                    Scully didn't know how much more of this she 
                                    could take. 
                                    "How did you make the cow float?" 
                                    Obadiah stopped eating and turned both hands up. 
                                    Mulder and Scully both let out a sigh. Obadiah 
                                    got up. "I wanna drink, Hannah." 
                                    "Can you get it by yourself." Scully asked 
                                    softly. The boy nodded and disappeared into the 
                                    "Scully, that kid lost a cousin to the traffic 
                                    and these people still insist on riding around in 
                                    those death traps. Amazing."  Mulder slumped back 
                                    against the wall. 
                                    "I know." Scully sighed. "But you believe he 
                                    controls the cows?" 
                                    "I'm not so sure. I know he thinks he does. I'm 
                                    not convinced that something else isn't going on 
                                    here. I wouldn't be surprised if some of these 
                                    folks have seen similar phenomenon, but only  
                                    Obadiah is honest enough admit it." 
                                    "Let's eat and get out of here." She said. "I've 
                                    had my heart strings tugged at enough for one 
                                    night." Mulder looked over at her and gently 
                                    rubbed her back. Scully and kids. Hell, himself 
                                    and kids were a dangerous combination these days, 
                                    they were both reaching the point of no return 
                                    for raising a child, and still didn't know what 
                                    they wanted to do about her inability to 
                                    The supper was finished and the dishes removed. 
                                    The tables were pushed to the side and the pies 
                                    to be auctioned were brought out.  All sorts of 
                                    pies soon filled the tables, cherry, apple, 
                                    rhubarb, sweet potato and various custards and 
                                    LeRoy Bontrager stepped forword and tried to 
                                    quiet the crowd. "Everyone! Everyone!" He pleaded 
                                    with his hands in the air. The room finally grew 
                                    quiet. "The pies are ready to be sold so  
                                    everyone take a good look, especially the young 
                                    men." He laughed while the girls all giggled. 
                                    "All the money we raise is going to the school 
                                    roof fund." LeRoy stepped aside and let the crowd 
                                    look over the pies. Young men came up with their 
                                    girlfriends in tow.  The girl would point out the 
                                    pie she had made and the boy would nod. 
                                    Mulder was resting his hip against a table that 
                                    had been pushed aside. His arms were crossed over 
                                    his chest and one foot hung off the edge of the 
                                    table as he watched this Amish  mating ritual 
                                    with interest. Scully was standing next to him 
                                    softly talking to Obadiah. 
                                    "Hannah, what pie did you bake?" he asked Scully. 
                                    "Mulder, you do not what to know!" 
                                    "Come on." He nudged her. "It can't be that bad." 
                                    Scully sighed. "Sweet potato." 
                                    "Just for me," he teased. 
                                    "Not if you value your health, it isn't." Scully 
                                    sniped back. 
                                    The crowd parted and LeRoy started the auction. 
                                    The bidding was fast and furious. The boys all 
                                    bought their girlfriends pies while Leah's 
                                    brought in the high bid of 17 dollars so far. 
                                    They were  down to three pies when LeRoy held up 
                                    "Now who wants to open the bidding on this nice 
                                    sweet potato pie?" Mulder stood from his leaning 
                                    position and raised his hand. "I bid twenty-five 
                                    dollars." A hush fell across the room, while all 
                                    eyes turned to Mulder. 
                                    "Mulder!" Scully gasped.  
                                    He looked down at her. "Hannah, it goes for a 
                                    good cause and I really like sweet potato pie."  
                                    The room burst into applause.  
                                    Later that night as the moon hung low and heavy 
                                    over the quiet fields, a woman stood outside an 
                                    outhouse hugging her robe to her body. 
                                    "I am so sorry, Mulder." 
                                    From inside the tiny building came a faint reply. 
                                    "That's  ok, Scully. It wasn't your fault." 
                                    Part IV Friday August 9 
                                    The next morning breakfast was served. Mulder 
                                    had recovered  and the men were on their way to 
                                    the fields. Mulder had finally  gotten the hang 
                                    of handling the team. He would drive them up to a 
                                    row of wheat shocks and climb off. Then he and 
                                    Beechy and the  boys would throw the wheat with 
                                    pitchforks while the horses walked down the row. 
                                    At the end of the row Mulder would climb back on  
                                    and start the team down the next row. The horses 
                                    had done this for so many years that they were as 
                                    much a part of the team  as Beechy and his sons. 
                                    Leah was looking rather pale that morning. Mary 
                                    had wondered if she should stay home with her 
                                    mother but Scully reassured  her she would be 
                                    there if anything happened. 
                                    It was the day Leah did her house cleaning, but 
                                    she didn't feel well so Scully swept the floors 
                                    and washed the one in the kitchen. She dusted the 
                                    furniture and watered  all the houseplants while 
                                    Obadiah ran in and out entertaining himself. 
                                    Leah went downstairs to lie down while Scully got 
                                    lunch. She  fixed grilled cheese sandwiches and 
                                    opened a jar of peaches.  At least she knew she 
                                    would not be poisoning anyone. She  called 
                                    Obadiah in to wash his hands. He looked around 
                                    with concern on his face. "Hannah, where's 
                                    "She didn't feel well, Obadiah. She's downstairs 
                                    in bed." 
                                    "I wanna see her." He headed out of the kitchen 
                                    and toward the stairs when Scully grabbed his 
                                    arm. "Sweetie, Momma is  tired. Why don't you eat 
                                    and then you can take her down a sandwich." 
                                    He nodded his head, seemingly satisfied for the 
                                    time being. 
                                    While Obadiah was wolfing down his sandwich 
                                    Scully was hoping  to talk to him further about 
                                    the cows. "Obadiah, do you remember how to spell 
                                    The little boys' face lit up. "'Course I do, 
                                    Hannah!" he croaked out. "C-O-W, cows." He 
                                    grinned at Scully. 
                                    "And how do cows float?" 
                                    The boy studied his sandwich intensely. "I don't 
                                    know  but they do." 
                                    "DO any other animals float, Obadiah?"  
                                    "Nope. Jus' cows. I like cows." He got up from 
                                    the table. "I wanna see Momma." 
                                    Scully made another sandwich and sent it 
                                    downstairs with Obadiah. She got out a glass of 
                                    milk and followed. Obadiah was already sitting 
                                    next to Leah on the bed when she got there. 
                                    "I thought you could use this." She said as she 
                                    set the glass down. 
                                    "Thanks, Hannah." Leah didn't look well to Scully 
                                    and she thought it was more than usual final 
                                    trimester discomfort. "Leah, when did you last 
                                    see your doctor?" 
                                    "The day before you arrived." 
                                    "And he thought everything was fine?" 
                                    "He told me to take it easy. That's why I was so 
                                    glad to  hear you were coming." 
                                    "Well, I want you to get some rest. I'll watch 
                                    this boy of  yours. If you start to feel labor 
                                    pains, you call for me immediately." Scully said 
                                    grabbing Obadiah's nose. "And I'll see what I can 
                                    do about feeding the men." She sighed. 
                                    Late in the afternoon a car pulled up and Mary 
                                    got out. She was worried about her mother and 
                                    caught a ride home. She and  Scully finished the 
                                    housework and got supper on the table. 
                                    Mulder had taken his bath and put on his pajama 
                                    bottoms. He found Scully already in bed in the 
                                    basement. She was so  tired she had gone to bed 
                                    earlier than usual. He crawled in next to her and 
                                    turned down the oil lamp. "Rough day?" He asked 
                                    as he spooned up next to her wrapping his arm so 
                                    tightly around her that his hand rested on the 
                                    bed, curled under her ribs. 
                                    "Umm hum," she murmured. 
                                    Mulder's lips trailed the back of her neck. 
                                    "Mulder, I talked to Obadiah today." Scully 
                                    "What'd he say?" Mulder asked as he ran his 
                                    bearded chin  across her cheek. 
                                    "Just that cows float and other animals don't." 
                                    "It's not much." 
                                    "I know Mulder, I think we're at a dead end." 
                                    "It would appear so." 
                                    "I'm sure Obadiah is involved," Scully sighed, 
                                    "But I just don't know how." 
                                    "You think he orchestrated the flying cows?" 
                                    "I don't know." 
                                    "Even if he is behind it, Scully, we can't charge 
                                    him. He was nowhere near the scene, he's only 
                                    eight and no one would  believe us." 
                                    "I know." 
                                    The bedroom door creaked open. Scully froze. 
                                    Mulder sat up straight. It was Obadiah. He ran 
                                    over to Scully's  side of the bed crying. 
                                    "Hannah, Momma's sick." 
                                    "Oh Mulder!" Scully whispered as she quickly got 
                                    out of bed and grabbed her robe, her eyes 
                                    beseeching him to come with her, to be her 
                                    strength as he always was. He was out of the bed 
                                    and pulling his own robe over his shoulders as 
                                    Obadiah led them into the other house and down 
                                    the stairs. 
                                    Mary and Rebecca stood outside the bedroom door 
                                    wide eyed in their nightclothes. David told her 
                                    Samuel had been sent down to Fern's to use the 
                                    pay phone to call the doctor.  
                                    Scully entered the bedroom, Mulder close on her 
                                    heels, not giving a thought to the modesty of the 
                                    Amish women. Beechy, sitting on the edge of the 
                                    bed holding Leah's hand seemed non-plussed by his 
                                    presence. He looked scared. Leah was covered  in 
                                    sweat, despite the relative cool air of the 
                                    basement, her nightgown soaked through. 
                                    "I think it's the baby." Beechy said unable to 
                                    hide the concern in his voice. Scully gently 
                                    touched his shoulder. "Mr. Beechy  would you go 
                                    get a bucket of cold water and a wash cloth." He  
                                    nodded and squeezed his wife's hand as he got up 
                                    from the bed. 
                                    "What do you want me to do?" Mulder's eyes 
                                    riveted into hers,  his hands griping her 
                                    shoulders in an effort to concentrate, and to 
                                    hide his shaking hands from Leah. 
                                    "I think this baby is about to be born. Can you 
                                    get my bag from  the suitcase?" Mulder nodded, he 
                                    knew which bag she meant. "You  going to be 
                                    okay?" Scully drew in a deep breath. "Yeah I'll 
                                    be fine, just get the bag." 
                                    Mulder passed Beechy on the stairs. "Your wife 
                                    ever delivered a baby before?" Mulder nodded. 
                                    "Once and she has had some medical training." 
                                    Then he added, "Don't worry they'll all be fine." 
                                    Scully came out and asked Mary to get her one of 
                                    Leah's heavy white  cooking aprons and some 
                                    linens and towels. She had Becky put the on 
                                    coffeepot. It looked like they would need some 
                                    before the night was through. She let Obadiah in 
                                    for a few minutes to see his mother but then 
                                    shooed everyone out except for Beechy. 
                                    Scully approached Leah and spoke quietly. "I'm 
                                    going to check you, if that's all right. I need 
                                    to know how far you're dilated." 
                                    Leah nodded, biting her bottom lip as another 
                                    contraction began. As it waned, she positioned 
                                    her hips and asked, "How do you know how to do 
                                    "I've had some training, and I've delivered a 
                                    baby or two. Don't  worry, you're going to do 
                                    just fine."  
                                    Scully went to the basin and rinsed her hands. 
                                    "Well, I hope you're ready to meet your son or 
                                    daughter, because you are at an eight, and almost 
                                    fully effaced. That means we don't have much 
                                    time. Have you been laboring all day?" 
                                    "I think so, I just wanted to wait until I was a 
                                    little farther along before I went to the clinic. 
                                    The others took much longer, I thought I had 
                                    Upstairs the older children were holding a prayer 
                                    vigil. Obadiah and Beechy were sitting in the 
                                    stairwell, waiting. 
                                    Mulder returned with her bag, he crossed through 
                                    the doorway as Leah screamed, a contraction 
                                    ripping through her. Mulder paled around the 
                                    mouth. "What else do you need?" 
                                    "Take my scissors and have one of the girls put 
                                    them in a pot of boiling water for ten minutes, 
                                    have her put another pot on and boil a few strips 
                                    of cloth, anything, as long as its white. When 
                                    the scissors are done have them take them out 
                                    with tongs, not  touching the blade and wrap them 
                                    in a cloth they boiled. Then bring them back to 
                                    me. Have one of them bring me lots of towels,  
                                    some string, and the baby blankets that Leah was 
                                    working on. 
                                    Mulder turned to go back up the stairs, barking 
                                    orders as he went. She could hear feet flying 
                                    about, doing as he commanded. 
                                    Leah groaned through the end of another 
                                    contraction. "Your  husband can give orders." She 
                                    laughed weakly, then sucked her breath in through 
                                    her teeth as another one hit. They were  coming 
                                    incredibly close, Scully knew she didn't have 
                                    much time left. 
                                    "Leah, I need to check you again, and yes, he 
                                    does give orders well."  
                                    On the stairwell, Leah's screams were upsetting 
                                    Obadiah. "Mary." Beechy called out. 
                                    Mary approaches the stairwell. "Yeah Poppa?" 
                                    "Take your brother here and get him some food. 
                                    You might as well start breakfast. I don't think 
                                    any of us are going to be gettin' anymore sleep." 
                                    Mary took Obadiah by the hand and led him up to 
                                    the kitchen. -- 
                                    Back in the basement, Scully had Leah's shoulders 
                                    propped up with pillows, allowing gravity to give 
                                    them a hand. Both of the women were drenched with 
                                    "Ok, here we go, one more good push and you're 
                                    there. Ready? Push! Push Leah! Good, just like 
                                    that, keep going...." Scully guided the head, 
                                    then tilted the baby's body to free the 
                                    shoulders. "Stop pushing! Just breathe..." The 
                                    rest of the baby slid free, followed by blood and 
                                    remaining fluid. Scully swept the newborn's mouth 
                                    assuring that the airway was clear, then wrapped 
                                    the infant in a blanket. Holding the bundle in 
                                    one hand, she quickly applied the hemostats she 
                                    had at the ready to two sections of the cord. 
                                    Making the cut, she handed the baby to Leah. 
                                    "It's a girl." At that, the baby began to cry. -- 
                                    When Mulder couldn't stand it any longer he went 
                                    outside. He had spent an hour walking up and down 
                                    the long lane in the  pale moonlight with Buster 
                                    as his constant companion. Finally,  Mary 
                                    appeared at the door. "Mr. Mulder, come quick!"  
                                    Mulder and Buster raced up the lane and into the 
                                    house. Leaving his new friend at the door, he 
                                    raced down to the basement. He opened the door to 
                                    the bedroom to find a crowd gathered around  the 
                                    bed. He could hear faint snuffling and a soft 
                                    cry. Scully  appeared from between the Beechy 
                                    children. Her hair was plastered  to her face and 
                                    neck. The apron she had on was covered in blood, 
                                    saturating the nightgown beneath it. Her face was 
                                    covered  in tear tracks, sweat and a large 
                                    exhausted smile. 
                                    Mulder opened his arms and she fell into them. He 
                                    put his chin on her head and rubbed her back. 
                                    "Looks like you two managed just fine." 
                                    The older kids cleared out leaving Obadiah and 
                                    Beechy with Leah. Scully led Mulder over to the 
                                    bed as a very exhausted Leah showed him her baby. 
                                    "It's a girl." She croaked out. The baby had fine 
                                    red hair and deep dark eyes. Obadiah was sitting 
                                    by his mother pulling back the baby blanket to 
                                    see his new sister. Leah softly asked, "Obadiah. 
                                    What do you think we should name her?"  
                                    The little boy looked up at his friend. "I wanna 
                                    name her Hannah." Beechy and Leah both nodded at 
                                    Mulder grabbed her around the waist as the tears 
                                    began to fall down her face. "Come on. You need 
                                    to lie down before you fall down." He took her by 
                                    the hand and led her out of the room. 
                                    Mary had thoughtfully run a warm bathtub of water 
                                    for Scully, which she gratefully accepted. Scully 
                                    slid under the water and would have  fallen 
                                    asleep if it had not been for Mulder finding her. 
                                    The only nightgown she had brought was ruined. 
                                    Mulder gave her one of his white tee shirts to 
                                    slip on.  
                                    Mulder thought for a moment he was going to have 
                                    to carry her downstairs to their bed but she 
                                    managed to get there on her own. Scully crawled 
                                    under the quilts and immediately fell asleep. 
                                    Mulder lingered a few minutes longer reviewing 
                                    the events of the past few days. He had  dragged 
                                    her out on what was turning out to be a wild cow 
                                    chase. She had to cook and clean and deliver a 
                                    baby and for what? Out of loyalty to him. That's 
                                    what it boiled down to. No matter the case, the 
                                    heinous crimes being committed, the wrongs that 
                                    needed righting,  in the end she did it because 
                                    she loved him. The occasional chance to prove him 
                                    wrong was just icing on the cake for her, he was 
                                    Beechy and the boys didn't go to the fields that 
                                    day. They worked  around the barn. The doctor 
                                    finally arrived to pronounce everyone  was fine. 
                                    Saturday August 10 
                                    Later that afternoon Scully finally awoke. She 
                                    felt slightly disoriented, the events of the last 
                                    few days had all run together in her mind. She 
                                    got out of bed and dressed. Coming out of the 
                                    bathroom she met Mulder. "I was just coming to 
                                    check on you." Scully yawned. "What's going on?" 
                                    Mulder leaned against the stair railing. "The 
                                    doctor was here, everyone's fine." 
                                    "That's good." Scully nodded as she started down 
                                    the stairs.  
                                    Mulder grabbed her wrist. "You hungry?" Scully 
                                    leaned over the railing. "I need some coffee 
                                    first then eat." Mulder didn't release her wrist 
                                    but stepped around the railing behind her. "Let's 
                                    go out for dinner." 
                                    Scully leaned back into him. "Where would we go?" 
                                    Mulder placed his hand on her back and began 
                                    walking downstairs. "Ferns."  
                                    "Great!" Scully replied. "I don't have to cook." 
                                    "I know!" Mulder laughed. 
                                    Beechy sent the family to Fern's for supper. The 
                                    boys hitched  Pat and Star to the buggy and off 
                                    they all went. Mary promised Beechy she would 
                                    bring supper back for him and Leah. The ride to  
                                    the diner was a happy one with the kids all 
                                    chatting about the  newest member of their 
                                    family. Mulder and Scully sat in the back  of the 
                                    buggy taking it all in.  
                                    The moment they got to Fern's the older kids went 
                                    off to sit  with their friends and tell them the 
                                    good news. Mulder and Scully  sat at a small 
                                    table with Obadiah. Soon heaping plates of 
                                    chicken and noodles, mashed potatoes and buttered 
                                    homemade bread was set in front of them. Mary 
                                    came over and told Scully that they would  be 
                                    going home with their friends but she would drop 
                                    her folks supper off first.  
                                    Obadiah was table-hopping, telling the family 
                                    friends about his new sister. Scully was well fed 
                                    and for once, thanks to the air conditioner, 
                                    cool. She sipped her coffee while Mulder ate a 
                                    large piece of German Chocolate pie. She knew 
                                    they hadn't solved the case and it began to look 
                                    like they wouldn't, but she had learned so  much 
                                    in the past week about the Amish, about family, 
                                    about Mulder  and best of all about herself. 
                                    Obadiah came over to their table and Scully 
                                    lifted him up onto her lap. He hugged her around 
                                    the neck and she hugged him back. He was so 
                                    honest with his emotions, she thought she could 
                                    learn something from this small boy. 
                                    Mulder paid the bill and unhitched the team from 
                                    the post.  He had learned to handle the buggy 
                                    well enough to suggest  they take a ride through 
                                    the countryside. Scully stepped up  into the 
                                    buggy, instead of sitting in the back seat 
                                    Obadiah  crawled over the seat to sit next to 
                                    her. Mulder got in the buggy and looked down at 
                                    the kid sitting next to him.  He had always 
                                    worried Scully would lose her heart to another 
                                    man, he just thought he would be over eight years 
                                    Mulder slapped the reins and Pat and Star headed 
                                    down State Road 5. The buggy turned the next 
                                    corner and went past the crime scene but Mulder 
                                    didn't stop. There was no use in looking  for 
                                    what wasn't there. It was time to make some 
                                    decisions about the things they had seen, and go 
                                    They passed a white farmhouse with kerosene lamps 
                                    hung in the windows. Children played outside near 
                                    a large family garden. The buggy had just passed 
                                    the next crossroad when a car roared  up behind 
                                    them and pulled around them close enough to scare  
                                    the horses. Mulder managed to bring them under 
                                    control while  the car left clouds of dust in the 
                                    loose gravel as it drove off. 
                                    As the dust was clearing Mulder saw the car 
                                    headed for them. It skidded to a stop in front of 
                                    them, blocking the road. The  horses reared up 
                                    but once again Mulder was able to handle them. 
                                    The car door swung open and out stepped a man. 
                                    Mulder sized him up and figured he was about 5' 
                                    8" tall, maybe 160 pounds and late twenties. He 
                                    had on jeans and a work shirt from a garage, with 
                                    the name 'John' on the pocket, and a large buck 
                                    knife strapped to his leg. Mulder glanced at 
                                    Scully and went for his gun, but he  hadn't been 
                                    carrying it undercover.  
                                    Another man close in build to the first got out 
                                    of the other side of the car. He walked up to 
                                    Scully's side and leaned in the buggy, leering at 
                                    Scully and said, "Howdy folks." John just stood 
                                    next to the car and watched his friend.  
                                    "Hello." Mulder replied as he glanced over to 
                                    Scully and Obadiah. The boy looked scared.  
                                    "You folks know you was in our way?" 
                                    "We're sorry." Scully said. 
                                    "That don't cut it!" The guy snapped. 
                                    John let out a harsh bark of laughter. "You tell 
                                    'em, Ray." 
                                    Mulder was getting pissed. "We pay our taxes, we 
                                    have every right to use this road." 
                                    Ray ran his fingers over Scully's hand and said, 
                                    "I don't give a fuck what you're rights are, you 
                                    was in our way!"  
                                    John began to laugh, but made no move to leave 
                                    his position, leaning against the car. Mulder 
                                    looked around for any possible help but all he 
                                    saw was wheat to the left and cows in the pasture 
                                    on the right. The road was narrow with no houses 
                                    on it.  
                                    Ray grabbed Scully's hand, an ugly look 
                                    blanketing his features. "Hey bitch, is it true 
                                    that you girls don't wear anything under those 
                                    Mulder went from angry to blind fury in a flash. 
                                    He knew Scully was in danger, and turned to leap 
                                    from the buggy. As his feet hit the ground, John 
                                    was there and took a swing. His fist connected 
                                    with Mulder's right cheek, knocking him into the 
                                    side of the buggy. 
                                    Before he could recover, John shoved him to the 
                                    gravel road, kicking him in the ribs as he hit 
                                    the ground. The wind hopelessly knocked out of 
                                    him, and dazed from the beating,  Mulder lie in 
                                    the dirt. John then turned his attention to Ray, 
                                    who had pulled Scully from the buggy and was now 
                                    struggling with her. 
                                    Scully fought her captor blindly, thinking only 
                                    of getting  to Mulder before the other man beat 
                                    him to death. She screamed his name, placing a 
                                    few stragetic kicks but was unable to free 
                                    herself. When she saw John come around the buggy, 
                                    she knew this was it.  
                                    Obadiah had witnessed the struggle and began to 
                                    cry. Both men  had Scully now. She was fighting 
                                    them off as best she could. But she was rapidly 
                                    losing ground, as they began to drag her toward 
                                    their car. She looked over her shoulder and 
                                    screamed to the boy, "Run! Obadiah, run!"  
                                    The boy clamored out of the back of the buggy and 
                                    started to run when he realized where they were 
                                    taking his friend. He came to a  stop, turned and 
                                    ran toward the fence. 
                                    Mulder had managed to get to his feet by 
                                    supporting himself on the buggy wheel. With his 
                                    eye swollen shut and fire in his ribs, he 
                                    struggled to a standing position intent on 
                                    getting to Scully  before the men left with her. 
                                    Obadiah made it to the fence where the cows were 
                                    grazing and looked at them. Suddenly Mulder saw a 
                                    large Holstein rise up and fly toward the car. He 
                                    yelled, "Scully get down!" Scully managed to 
                                    twist out of the grasp of the men and fall to the 
                                    gravel road just as the cow slammed into the 
                                    I would laugh, if it didn't hurt so much, Mulder 
                                    thought. The unsuspecting bovine missile took out 
                                    both men with one shot. Squashed up against the 
                                    car, grabby hands Ray was out cold, falling like 
                                    a sack of rocks to the ground. John, who used 
                                    Mulder's ribcage for field goal practice was not 
                                    so lucky. He also lie on the road, next to his 
                                    prone companion but he was still  conscious. 
                                    Judging from the moaning and blubbering he was  
                                    doing, John was severely injured. Mulder looked 
                                    over at Obadiah. "You did good kid." He said as 
                                    he allowed himself to slide to the ground.  
                                    Scully found some rope and duct tape in the trunk 
                                    and tightly  bound both men and left them sitting 
                                    beside the car. She helped Mulder back into the 
                                    buggy and he managed to get them back to Fern's 
                                    where they called the police. 
                                    Within minutes the Lagrange County sheriffs 
                                    department was on scene. It turned out both men 
                                    were wanted on outstanding felony warrants and 
                                    they were suspected in the rapes of six Amish 
                                    woman over the past year. Mulder was being 
                                    checked out by an EMS technician,  refusing 
                                    transport. Scully was full of abrasions from the 
                                    gravel but she too signed off.  
                                    Jacob Yoder came by and took the buggy home while 
                                    Mulder and Scully made their statements. Scully 
                                    saw Mulder take an Indiana State  Police 
                                    detective aside and talk to him. He pulled out 
                                    his wallet. She was positive his FBI ID had just 
                                    been flashed. He pointed over to her. The 
                                    detective glanced her way and nodded. The two men 
                                    talked  a few more minutes and then Mulder patted 
                                    him on the back and hobbled over to the rear of 
                                    the EMS where she sat with Obadiah. "Come on you 
                                    two. We're getting a lift home." Mulder took 
                                    Scully by the elbow while she held Obadiah's 
                                    The State Police cruiser pulled up in front of 
                                    the Beechy home, the agents exited slowly, 
                                    mindful of their injuries. Obadiah was unusually 
                                    quiet, being overwhelmed by both the incident and 
                                    getting his first ride in a car. 
                                    Mulder leaned back in and thanked the officer, 
                                    shaking his hand before shutting the car door.  
                                    Beechy was standing on the porch. Obadiah ran to 
                                    his father,  jumped into his arms and looked back 
                                    at Mulder and Scully. The boy's face was filled 
                                    with concern as he watched Mulder limp up the 
                                    porch steps supported by Scully. 
                                    Beechy held the door open then followed them in 
                                    to the living room, still holding his son. Scully 
                                    led Mulder to the  couch where she helped him 
                                    lower to sit, groaning all the way down. Scully 
                                    sat down gingerly next to him. Both agents were 
                                    dirty and bandaged. They sat there with their 
                                    shoulders slumped. 
                                    Beechy sat down across from them. Obadiah 
                                    immediately crawled off his father's lap and 
                                    began playing with his toys. Beechy spoke first. 
                                    "I heard what happened." 
                                    Mulder nodded. "Did you hear how it ended?" 
                                    "They said a cow trampled those two." 
                                    "Not exactly. The cow flew through the air, 
                                    pinning them  against the car." Mulder said 
                                    lowering his voice. 
                                    "Who knows what might have happened if it 
                                    hadn't." Scully glanced over at Mulder, taking 
                                    his hand and gently squeezing it. 
                                    "Flying cows! Cows can't fly. That's utter 
                                    "They do with help from your son." Mulder looked 
                                    into Beechy's eyes. 
                                    "My son, Obadiah? What's he got to do with this?" 
                                    "I'm not exactly sure but I do know he can 
                                    levitate cattle, Agen... Hannah has witnessed it 
                                    too." Obadiah sat on the floor playing with his 
                                    set of farm animals oblivious to what was going 
                                    on around him. 
                                    "It's true, sir." Scully lifted her head to look 
                                    at Beechy. 
                                    "This is crazy! Ain't no man nor child that can 
                                    do that!" Beechy  was becoming exasperated. 
                                    "Obadiah can." The voice came from Leah who had 
                                    slowly crept  up stairs. All eyes turned to look 
                                    at her except for Obadiah's who was lost in his 
                                    own world. Scully got up and helped Leah to a  
                                    chair. Beechy stared at his wife in disbelief. 
                                    "Why do you speak such nonsense, woman?" 
                                    "Because it's true." Leah said as she sat down in 
                                    the chair, looking  intently at her husband. 
                                    Scully returned to her place next to Mulder. 
                                    Leah went on to explain. "Beechy, it runs in my 
                                    family. I heard  tell of my poppa having the 
                                    gift, but it skips generations. It only shows up 
                                    in boys about Obadiah's age and only last one 
                                    growing season. I was relieved when David and 
                                    Samuel didn't show any signs of this ability." 
                                    She sighed, "Then Obadiah came along and I didn't 
                                    know what to do." 
                                    Obadiah left his toys and moved over to stand 
                                    beside his mother. "I'm sorry Momma." His large 
                                    eyes watching her closely for the disapproval he 
                                    feared he would find. 
                                    Leah hugged the small boy to her, relieving his 
                                    anxieties with a soft smile. "It's okay son." 
                                    Scully spoke up. "Obadiah, come here." The boy 
                                    walked over and stood before Scully. She took his 
                                    hands. "You saved my life and helped the police 
                                    catch two very bad men." She brushed the hair out 
                                    of his eyes. 
                                    He smiled up at her. "Hannah, they were gonna 
                                    take you 'way like Thomas. I miss Thomas."  
                                    "I know you do." Scully kissed his head and 
                                    hugged him. "But you mustn't make the cows float 
                                    again, okay? I would be very sad if you were 
                                    hurt. Promise me?" 
                                    Obadiah looked her in the eyes. "Okay Hannah, I 
                                    Beechy looked at Leah. Leah smiled at him and 
                                    said, "Beechy it's called Ovan Akta."  
                                    Mulder looked at her nodding his head and said, 
                                    "Swedish for Unusual gift." Scully turned a 
                                    raised eyebrow to him. 
                                    Later that night Mulder and Scully lay in their 
                                    bed. Scully was on her side with her head propped 
                                    up on her hand playing  with the tape that 
                                    covered Mulder's bruised ribs. Mulder was lying 
                                    flat on his back with a hand resting on his 
                                    stomach.  "Mulder, how did you know what Ovan 
                                    Akta meant?"  
                                    "I've read about it. Ovan Akta was mentioned in 
                                    an article on Jacob Ammon, founder of the Amish. 
                                    See, most of the Amish are  originally from 
                                    Sweden. They formed when the church split into 
                                    the Amish and the Mennonites, depending on whom 
                                    they followed. I just didn't know what the 
                                    'unusual gift' was until now. 
                                    Scully sighed. "So what do we do now?"  
                                    Mulder took her hand in his. "We head back to 
                                    D.C. tomorrow." 
                                    "And what about Obadiah?" 
                                    "You heard Leah, it only lasts one growing 
                                    season, and this  season will be over soon." 
                                    Scully laid her head on the soft pillow of 
                                    Mulder's arm. "I just wish I could do more," she 
                                    Mulder ran his hand down her arm. "You will." He 
                                    kissed her head. "I have faith in you." Mulder 
                                    reached over to turn out the oil lamp. 
                                    Sunday Aug 11th 
                                    The next morning found Mulder and Scully up and 
                                    packed. Mulder told Beechy of their intention to 
                                    return to Pennsylvania. Beechy  had David hitch 
                                    up the team to take them to the bus stop. 
                                    Scully carried a suitcase outside and sat it on 
                                    the ground. She turned, squinting at the bright 
                                    sun, taking a long look at the houses. She closed 
                                    her eyes briefly, then reentered the house. She 
                                    followed the stairs up to the master bedroom,  
                                    softly knocking on the door. Leah called to her, 
                                    and she opened the door to find Obadiah sitting 
                                    with his mother. They were looking at the baby 
                                    Leah held in her arms. Leah looked  up at Scully, 
                                    "Beechy tells me you're leaving."  
                                    "Yes. We're needed back home." Scully trailed a 
                                    finger softly down the baby's cheek, memorizing 
                                    her tiny features. 
                                    "I'll miss you Hannah, but I think there's 
                                    someone here who will miss you even more." 
                                    Obadiah climbed off the bed and  ran around it to 
                                    hug Scully. She bent down and held the small boy 
                                    tightly to her as tears washed over her face. 
                                    She pushed him back and looked at him, letting 
                                    out a tear choked  giggle. Mulder and Beechy came 
                                    in. Scully stood up and patted  Obadiah's head. 
                                    "How do you spell cow?" 
                                    "C-O-W, cows!" The boy piped up.  
                                    "And dog?"  
                                    "D-O-G, dog!" He grinned at her. 
                                    Mulder smiled at Scully as she pulled a small 
                                    card out of her pocket. She wiped her eyes on her 
                                    sleeve and laughed in  embarrassment. She handed 
                                    the card to Leah as she sat down on the edge of 
                                    the bed. "Leah, this card is from a friend of 
                                    mine, Dana Scully." 
                                    Mulder stared at her wide-eyed, but said nothing 
                                    as Scully continued. "She works for the FBI in 
                                    Washington, D.C. She is  going to find a school 
                                    here that will give Obadiah the attention he 
                                    Beechy moved over to the bed to look at the card 
                                    that Leah held in her hand. Scully ran her tongue 
                                    across her bottom lip. "He isn't slow Beechy. He 
                                    has a learning disability. My guess is he could 
                                    be helped and then placed back into your school 
                                    system with the other kids." 
                                    Leah called her son over. "Hear that Obadiah, you 
                                    might get to  go to school after all." 
                                    The boys' face lit up, "Really Momma?" 
                                    Scully leaned down and ran her fingers over the 
                                    baby's  downy-soft head. "You take care of little 
                                    Hannah here." 
                                    "Oh we will." Leah smiled. -- 
                                    Beechy and Obadiah accompanied Mulder and Scully 
                                    to the buggy that would take them back to 
                                    Shipshewana. Scully put her purse on the back 
                                    seat and turned to Obadiah. She squatted down and 
                                    held out  her arms. The boy ran to her. "I'm 
                                    gonna miss you!" she softly  said, kissing the 
                                    small boy on the cheek. 
                                    "Me too." Obadiah smiled at her. 
                                    Scully took his face into her hands. "I'm going 
                                    to write to your momma and ask how you're doing." 
                                    "'k" The boy grinned at her. She released him and 
                                    turned to climb into the buggy. 
                                    She looked out the side window, "And Obadiah, no 
                                    more flying cows." She smiled. 
                                    "Okay, Hannah!" he yelled back to her as he 
                                    turned to run barefooted down the cow path with 
                                    Buster at his side. 
                                    Mulder thrust out his hand. "Beechy."  
                                    Beechy grasp Mulder hand and arm. "Mulder, it's 
                                    been nice having you here." 
                                    "Sorry about the team." Mulder grinned 
                                    "That's okay. I have the cleanest bean field in 
                                    the county now." Beechy laughed. 
                                    Mulder stepped up into the buggy and sat down 
                                    next to Scully. David climbed in and took the 
                                    reins. Soon Pat and Star were  headed down the 
                                    lane. Beechy waved from the front porch and then 
                                    turned to go into the house. 
                                    Scully took a kleenex out of her purse and 
                                    noisily blew her nose. Mulder started to laugh 
                                    but his ribs hurt too much. 
                                    David pulled into the parking lot at Yoder's 
                                    Department store. He brought the horses to a stop 
                                    and got down to help Scully out of the buggy. He 
                                    gathered up their bags and sat them in a pile 
                                    near them. Mulder shook the boys hand and patted 
                                    him on the back. He then ran his hand over Star's 
                                    slick back and patted the horse as she fell in 
                                    step with Pat. David waved as he started out the 
                                    parking lot. 
                                    Around the corner of the department store came an 
                                    Indiana State Police car. Scully got in the 
                                    cruiser while the trooper loaded their bags into 
                                    the trunk. Mulder moved around the car and pulled 
                                    the other rear door open. He gingerly sat down, 
                                    pulling his long legs in. They were soon on US 
                                    highway 20 headed to Michiana Regional airport in 
                                    South Bend. They both changed clothes in the 
                                    security room at the airport and boarded a flight 
                                    bound for D.C. -- 
                                    Two days later Special Agents Dana Scully and Fox 
                                    Mulder were seated before A.D. Walter Skinner in 
                                    his office. Skinner adjusted his glasses and 
                                    after scanning the last page of the agents 
                                    report, flipped it shut. "So you were able to 
                                    confirm that Federal Forestry Agent Joe Warren 
                                    was indeed killed by a cow?" 
                                    Mulder looked Skinner straight in the eyes. "Yes, 
                                    Skinner added. "And it would appear that you 
                                    apprehended two men behind a series of brutal 
                                    rapes in the Northeastern Indiana's Amish 
                                    "Yes, sir," Scully answered. 
                                    Skinner folded his hands together over the 
                                    report. "Good work agents." Both agents nodded 
                                    and rose from their chairs to leave. 
                                    Scully had just stepped through the open door 
                                    when Skinner called out. "Oh, and Agent Mulder." 
                                    Mulder turned. "Yes, sir?" 
                                    "Lose the beard." 
                                    "Yes, sir." 
                                    They continued down the hall. Scully smirked up 
                                    at her bearded partner. "Told you so." 
                                    "He just suffers from follicle jealousy." 
                                    ~ The End ~ 
                                    Notes: I live in the heart of Northeastern 
                                    Indiana's Amish country and have always felt 
                                    there had to be an X File lurking there.  
                                    FoxfireX and myself were on a chat one night 
                                    acting silly when we came up with flying cows. (I 
                                    have always loved the cow scene from Rain King) 
                                    We did a little research on the Amish and their 
                                    traditions and wove them into the story. I hope 
                                    we have shown these gentle souls in a good light 
                                    and if not, no harm was intended. They are good 
                                    people who are true to their faith and not 
                                    sideshow amusements for tourist enjoyment. The 
                                    Asian beetle was a real threat. All the Amish 
                                    first and last names we used are real, but not 
                                    these particular individuals. The dogs' and 
                                    horses' names are also those chosen by Amish. 
                                    There is a new birthing center in Lagrange County 
                                    and haystack suppers really are held. The food is 
                                    all authentic Amish cuisine. Of course the  X 
                                    File is fictional and as far as I know Amish cows 
                                    do not fly. To my partner in fanfiction FoxfireX, 
                                    as soon as you came in off the ledge and realized 
                                    we could do this, it turned into a widly fun 
                                    project. I can do the skeletal part of a story, 
                                    but it takes you to flesh it out and make it 
                                    readable, and you were the one to find that 
                                    wonderful title 'Ovan Akta' in your research. One 
                                    more thing, Fern's does exist, and the noodles 
                                    are great! GG7 
                                     More Notes: We did it, Geeg! I'm really glad I 
                                    came in off that ledge to finish it, it was a 
                                    great ride. You have the ability to come up with 
                                    the greatest story ideas that are always tinged 
                                    with humor. The nights were sometimes long, but 
                                    it was worth it (even that night you suggested I 
                                    go out and paint one of my cows for the picture). 
                                    I am grateful for the opportunity to get to know 
                                    the Amish in more detail, they have facets to 
                                    their lives and faith that I would never have 
                                    Oh, and no cows were injured in the making of 
                                    this story.  Although there should be a law about 
                                    injuring Mulder so often. FoxfireX