Kara recognized the teens from earlier. Her wide eyes were on them while they stood in a circle. She heard them.

''Preacher, how about a trim?''

''Are we going to burn for eternity?''

''This is fun!''

*Amos!* After frowning again, Kara approached the teens. She watched as they turned their heads. She saw their happy expressions before they fled. Kara's eyes were on Amos. She shook her head in disbelief.

Amos winced with his back on the ground. His hat was near his head. He scowled at his torn coat. There were a few bruises
on his arms.

Jonathan and Martha appeared with expressions of concern.

''You're going to the hospital,'' Jonathan said to Amos.

''I'll be fine, Jonathan. There are some bruises.'' Amos tried to smile. He began to wince another time. ''I'll rest in my bedroom.'' He glanced at Kara. ''I don't loathe you.''

Kara tilted her head to one side again.