the car, he stopped before her, clearly trying to keep some distance between them.
âCould I talk to you for a minute?â he asked.
âOf course. May I know your name?â she asked.
He seemed surprised by her question. âMy name is Hezekiah, Sister.â
âAnd mine is Rose, Hezekiah.â She was relieved that he did not extend his hand. The handshake was so accepted in the world, and so awkward for her. âYou called me âSister,â â she said. âDo you know about us?â
âI know that you are a Shaker by your dress,â Hezekiah said. âI know you are good people. I wondered if you and the young miss might be traveling to Hancock?â
âIndeed, we are. Do you come from Pittsfield?â
For the first time, Hezekiah smiled, a gentle smile that revealed a row of strong, yellow teeth. âI was born in Mississippi and raised in Pittsfield, Sister. My folks wanted to get as far north as possible.â
âIâm afraid Iâm from North Homage village, in Kentucky.â
âI meant no offense.â Hezekiah glanced toward the end of the car as if afraid someone would overhear his faux pas and chastise him.
âAnd I take no offense, I assure you.â
He lowered his eyes, perhaps sensing he was overstepping his bounds. âBegging your pardon, Sister, but I know the folks at Hancock, used to do farm work for them before I got this job with the Pullman Company. My folks used to talk about the Shakers, how they was so kind and generous. Thatâs why I wanted to work for them. They treated me fine. It was Sister Fannie gave me the letter that got me this job, just a couple months ago.â His spine straightened when he mentioned his job, and Rose understood his pride.
A portly man returning from the washroom pushed past them with a critical glance at Hezekiah. Rose knew they didnât have much time. She was immensely curious about why Hezekiah would risk losing his position to speak to her.
Hezekiah took one step toward her and lowered his voice. âMaybe itâs not my place to say this, Sister, but I wanted to warn you. They just had a murder at Hancock, a pretty young lady, and I noticed the young miss with you, and, well, I guess I just thought you oughta know what youâre getting into. The Hancock Shakers are good people, but thereâs a killer in their village. I wouldnât go near the place, if I was you.â
âHezekiah, I appreciate your concern, but I know about the murder,â she said, âbecause Sister Fannie sent for me to help find out what happened. If you left recently, then perhaps you knew the other hired workers and the novitiates?â
âYes. I knew âem all.â
âThen perhaps you might be willing to help me. I donât know those people. Could you tell me anything about them, anything you heard or noticed that might help me get to the bottom of this tragedy? It would be a great help to Sister Fannie and the others.â
Hezekiahâs dark, broad face pinched in concern and concentration, and his deep brown eyes studied the flowered carpeting. âMaybe I shouldnât say this, but seeing as how itâs for Sister Fannie . . . Those novitiates, they just arrived in the last few months I was there. I know the Shakers need more folk to join them, but I didnât trust these new ones, not a one of them.â
âOf all the novitiates, is there anyone you think could be capable of such a horrible crime?â
âSeveral of âem, Iâd say.â
An older porter, a small light-skinned man with curly white hair, entered the coach and raised bushy white eyebrows at Hezekiah.
âIâm sorry, Sister, but Iâd best get busy. I canât lose this job.â He began to straighten the curtain over the upper berth, and Rose could see that his large hands were shaking.
âI understand, Hezekiah. If you think of anything,
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