Bull looked at Johnny suspiciously.
“The best shop is Dutch’s in Apple Creek. It’s about eight miles. Can you make it?”
“I think so,” Johnny said. “How do I get there?”
Bull pointed back down Walnut. “Go down Walnut to Liberty and turn left. Then turn right on Bever Street. That’ll put you on 302 South. Keep going until you see the Apple Creek sign. About a block past that is a Quonset hut on the left. That’s Dutch’s place. He’ll get you fixed up.”
“That’s interesting, officer,” Johnny said. “The girl I met back there said she lived in Apple Creek. She was Amish, but she said her uncle was the sheriff. Are you her uncle?”
“Oh, no,” Bull smiled, “that would be my boss, Sheriff Bobby. And the girl must have been Jenny Springer. Real pretty, right?”
“Amazing,” Johnny said. “But she didn
