Content to be unmarried and plain-spoken, Kathryn “Kappy” King is an odd-woman-out in the Amish community of Blue Sky, Pennsylvania. But she’s skilled at making the special kapps local women need to cover their hair. And she might be the only one who can unearth the danger hiding in this peaceful valley . . .

When Kappy’s neighbor, Ruth Peachey, turns up dead in her yard, everyone in Blue Sky believes it’s a tragic accident. Until the Englisch police find the gentle dog breeder was deliberately struck down—and arrest her mentally-challenged son, Jimmy, for the crime . . .

Jimmy’s sister, Edie, returns to Blue Sky clear his name, yet no one will speak to a shunned former Amish woman, much less give her information. Determined to help, Kappy starts digging for the truth among her seemingly-innocent neighbors. But suddenly a series of suspicious “accidents” threatens Edie and the Peachey farm—property Edie is determined to protect for her brother’s future.

Now, as danger looms large in the small community, Kappy must bait a trap for a killer snapping hard at her heels. And Edie must decide whether to make a home once more in the town she thought she’d left behind . . .

Blue Sky, where I live, is usually a quiet place. You know, in things happening. There are noises. Lots of noises. Dogs barking and horns honking. The whir of the carriage wheels on the pavement mixing with the clop of the horses’ hooves as they go along. There are lots of noises in Blue Sky.

I’m Jimmy Peachey, and I have lived in Blue Sky my whole life. I love it here. I have puppies to look after and before she died my mamm let me have ducks and gerbils to care for as well. I love the gerbils. They are my very own business. I raise them and sell them for my own pocket money. I also take care of the puppies my mamm breeds. She is one of the top breeders of beagles in the area—Amish or English. Oh, did I forget to tell you that? Jah, I am Amish.

There are a lot of Amish here in Kishacoquillas Valley. That’s where Blue Sky is located. Kishacoquillas Valley, Pennsylvania. Some folks shorten the name to Kish Valley and others just call it Big Valley. But no matter. It’s still the same place.

There are a lot of Peacheys here in Big Valley. That means there are a lot of people who have the last name of Peachey. Even though we have the same last name, not all of us are related. Our closest neighbor, Martha Peachey has the same name as me but we are not related. At least not in any way that anyone can remember.

Edie Peachey and I are related. She’s my sister. But she hasn’t lived in Blue Sky in a long time. She wanted to get out and experience the English world, but since she had already joined the Amish church, this isn’t allowed. Now she is shunned. Well, I don’t shun her and neither does our neighbor, Kappy King, but most everyone else does. It’s complicated.

But I’m extra glad Edie has come home. See, our mother died and the police think someone might have killed her. I don’t know who would do such a thing. My mamm never hurt anybody. I’m old enough to take care of myself, but I’m still glad Edie is here. I’ve heard people talking and they say I’m special. I know I’m a little different than most folks, but I can still take care of myself, despite what Edie thinks. But I’m still glad she’s home.

And I’m glad she’s becoming friends with Kappy. Maybe if they become good enough friends, then Edie will stay. She might even rejoin the church! Wouldn’t that be something? Every time I say something to her about it, she tells me not to hold my breath. Like I would actually do that. Pfft….

Anyway, I’m glad you came by today and I hope you’ll read all about how Kappy and Edie found Mamm’s real murderer. It’s quite an exciting story. At least I thought it was. And the puppies too. And I hope while you’re reading this story, you learn a little bit about Big Valley and the Amish and Mennonite communities here. It’s really something. Third oldest settlement in the United States, three different kinds of Amish driving three different color buggies and—

Well, perhaps you should just read it for yourself. For now I’ve got to go. It’s time to feed the puppies.

Chow! (I think this means good-bye, but I’m not really sure. I heard some English boys say it to their friends and I thought it sounded neat to say. Maybe it just meant they were hungry.)