The Roll of the Drums (The Amish of Weaver's Creek Book #2)

By Jan Drexler

Ruby Weaver's curly red hair isn't the only thing that sets her apart from her Amish community in 1863. Twenty-eight and single, Ruby doesn't believe a woman needs to be married in order to be happy. Her ailing friend Lovinia Fischer, however, has other ideas and wants Ruby to promise to marry her husband after she dies. Never imagining she'd have to fulfill that vow, Ruby agrees. And she's not the only one. Lovinia has extracted a similar promise from her husband, Gideon.

With both Ruby and Gideon reluctant to keep their promises, a compromise must be reached. Ruby will spend her days with Gideon's family--helping to raise the children and keep the house--but her nights will be spent at her sister's neighboring house. But this arrangement raises eyebrows in their conservative Amish community, and it soon becomes clear that Ruby must make a decision--marry Gideon or turn her back on her friend, the children she's grown to love . . . and their father.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781493419364

Jan Drexler

Jan was raised in Michigan, and since her marriage more than thirty years ago has lived throughout the Midwest. Her first love was homeschooling, but when her youngest son graduated she asked God to give her something useful to do for the next phase of her life. The answer was a computer and the deep well of family stories handed down from her parents and grandparents. A lover of history and the outdoors, Jan spends her spare time hiking in the Black Hills of South Dakota with her family.

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Praise for The Sound of Distant Thunder

"Twenty-year-old Jonas Weaver can’t resist fighting the evil of slavery by joining the War Between the States. Off to the army he goes, despite strong objections by his family, his Amish church, and his sweetheart, Katie Stuckey. When Jonas’s letters stop coming, Katie has to face something from her past she has tried to ignore. Jan Drexler’s The Sound of Distant Thunder combines historical research with compelling characters to create a memorable story of love in the time of war."

Suzanne Woods Fisher, bestselling author of Anna’s Crossing

"In The Sound of Distant Thunder, the sweetness of young love, the conflict and sorrow of the War Between the States, the wisdom of couples long married, and the cost of making a stand for what one believes are blended into a story that kept me turning pages. The way Jan Drexler’s Amish characters spring to life off the page will leave readers wanting to know more about the people in this Amish community. For sure and certain."

Ann H. Gabhart, bestselling author of These Healing Hills

Faith, family, and freedom are tested by the crucible of war in this haunting love story of a gentle people whose lives—and hearts—are disrupted by the sound of distant thunder. Historically rich and rare, this is a unique glimpse into a nation divided that both captures the mind and nourishes the soul.

Julie Lessman, award-winning author of The Daughters of Boston, Winds of Change, and Isle of Hope series

In a beautifully woven story, Jan Drexler once again gives her readers a true look at the struggles of faith, hope, and love facing families, churches, communities, and a nation during a time of turbulence.

Ruth Logan Herne, award-winning author

Books by Jan Drexler

JOURNEY TO PLEASANT PRAIRIE SERIES

Hannah’s Choice

Mattie’s Pledge

Naomi’s Hope

THE AMISH OF WEAVER’S CREEK SERIES

The Sound of Distant Thunder

The Roll of the Drums

© 2019 by Jan Drexler

Published by Revell

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Ebook edition created 2019

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.

ISBN 978-1-4934-1936-4

Scripture used in this book, whether quoted or paraphrased by the characters, is taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

The author is represented by WordServe Literary Group.

To my dear husband.

Thank you for your constant encouragement.

Soli Deo Gloria

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Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness; to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee forever.

Psalm 30:11–12

Contents

Cover

Praise for The Sound of Distant Thunder

Half Title Page

Books by Jan Drexler

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Epigraph

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Sneak Peak of the Next Book in the Series

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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1

MAY 1863

What would I do without you? Ruby Weaver’s sister, Elizabeth Kaufman, sighed as she sat on the edge of her bed.

You’d probably sleep until noon. Ruby propped the door of the old cabin open as she took a deep breath of the morning air.

She stood in the doorway and threw her shoulders back, taking in the scene that stretched before her. Elizabeth’s dingy cabin stood on a rise above the valley that had been home to the Weavers for more than fifty years. Weaver’s Creek wound through Daed’s fields, sparkling in the morning light. The Berlin road made its way past the cabin before it ran along the slope down toward the creek and the farms beyond.

Ruby corrected herself. This was Reuben’s cabin, not Elizabeth’s. Once she had married Reuben, Elizabeth had given up everything that she could claim to be her own. Her home, her name, even the clothes she wore belonged to the man who had gone off to fight for the South, leaving his wife and property behind. What was it about men that made some women lose all the sense the Good Lord had blessed them with?

She paused, the doorframe rough beneath her hand. She knew. She knew all too well.

Ruby leaned into the cabin and plucked her shawl off the peg by the door. Elizabeth still sat on her bed.

I’m going to do chores. Ruby paused, watching Elizabeth yawn as she rubbed her face. I’ll bring the eggs in first thing, so you can start breakfast.

I’ll be ready for them. Elizabeth stretched. I don’t know how you can be so cheerful this early in the morning. Is the sun even up yet?

I still think you need to ask Daed or Samuel to put a window or two in this old place. Wouldn’t the morning sunlight streaming in make everything more cheerful?

Elizabeth shook her head. You know I can’t think about making any changes while Reuben is away. When he comes home, he’s going to want to find everything just the way he left it.

Ruby settled her shawl around her shoulders without answering her sister. If Reuben came back from the war, Ruby doubted he would notice any changes that had taken place during his absence. He had left nearly a year ago and Elizabeth hadn’t heard anything from him since that day.

When Ruby opened the door of the henhouse, the rooster strutted out ahead of his wives and flew to a fence post, ruffling his feathers in the chilly morning air. He crowed a few times, then hopped to the ground to grab his share of the cracked corn Ruby scattered for the chickens.

Last year when Reuben left to fight for the South in this terrible war, Ruby had volunteered to move in with her sister. At the time, it was to protect Elizabeth from having to put up with Ned Hamlin. Reuben had asked his friend to look in on Elizabeth and take care of her in his absence, but Ruby knew Ned and his ways. No woman was safe with him around. Two women, especially one who was experienced enough to see through his schemes, could keep him at bay, though.

Ruby closed her eyes. Had it been wrong of her to rejoice when Ned followed Reuben off to war? Had it been wrong of her to feel relieved when they got the news that Ned had died in faraway Mississippi? She pulled in her bottom lip and bit it to keep her thoughts from running to the next thing, but it was too late. She couldn’t pray that Reuben would meet a similar fate, but she could wish it, couldn’t she? Glancing toward the cabin that squatted into the sloping ground like a gray toad, Ruby hoped Elizabeth didn’t guess her thoughts. But perhaps Elizabeth had her own dark hopes concerning Reuben. In the past year, she had returned to acting like the little sister Ruby loved rather than the dim shadow she became whenever Reuben was present. Ruby feared the change wouldn’t last once Reuben showed up again.

By the time Ruby returned to the cabin, Elizabeth was dressed and coaxing a fire to life in the smoking stove. Leaving the basket of eggs, she went to find the cow their brother Samuel had loaned to them. Without the milk and eggs, they would have had a hard time during the winter, even with Mamm’s canned goods to help stretch things. But the spring greens were already plentiful, and soon the garden would be giving them fresh vegetables. In a few weeks they could start picking berries along the creek bank and filling the root cellar with the summer’s bounty. In spite of what the women in the church said, a woman didn’t need a man around the house. For sure, sometimes it was handy for Samuel to stop by when they needed the garden plowed or the well cleaned out, but that didn’t mean she and Elizabeth couldn’t get by on their own.

When Ruby reached the cabin with the pail of milk, Elizabeth had the eggs cooked and a loaf of bread on the table. After their silent prayer, Elizabeth put her elbows on the table and leaned toward Ruby.

Are you planning to go to Farmerstown today?

Ruby dished half the pan of scrambled eggs onto her plate. I wasn’t planning to. I told Katie I’d stop by and help her with some sewing this morning. Why?

Harm Bontreger drove by while you were out milking the cow. He stopped and said he was on his way to the store if we needed anything.

If Harm is making the trip, I don’t see any reason why I would need to go. Ruby looked at her sister, suddenly suspicious. What are you up to?

Elizabeth moved the eggs around on her plate. Nothing.

You told him I was going to town, didn’t you?

I said you might go to see if there is any mail for us.

Ruby laid her fork down on the table. We’ve talked about this before. I don’t want you trying to find a husband for me.

Harm is a good man, and only a few years older than you are.

Harm is a simpleton.

Elizabeth frowned. You know Mamm doesn’t like it when you talk like that.

I only tell the truth.

But you could tell the truth with . . . Elizabeth took a sip of her coffee as she searched for the right words. With gentleness and humility. Harm may not be the smartest man around, but he’s very nice. And he likes you.

Ruby glared at her sister. For the last time, I am not going to marry Harm Bontreger.

Elizabeth met her defiance. Then who will you marry? He’s the only unmarried man in the community that’s close to your age, and you’re not getting any younger.

Ruby ignored the stab. Her sister meant well. If I never marry, it won’t be the worst thing that could happen to me. Sometimes being alone is better than— She broke off, realizing where her words were taking her.

Elizabeth’s eyes brimmed with tears. You’re right, she said in a flat, quiet voice. There aren’t many things worse than marrying the wrong man.

Ruby grasped her hand across the table. I’m sorry, Elizabeth. I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying.

I’m sorry too. I don’t want to push you into anything, but I want you to be happy.

I’m happy.

Elizabeth shook her head. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not happy. You’re hard. You seem to be trying to prove something to me, to the family, to yourself, and you don’t have to. We love you the way you are.

Ruby laughed. With my red hair sticking out all over the place? With my stubborn ways?

Even with all that. Elizabeth smiled. You wouldn’t be our Ruby without those things.

Sometimes I wish I was more like you.

Elizabeth shook her head. You don’t want to be like me.

You’re kind and gentle. You would never call Harm a simpleton, no matter how much of one he is.

Ever since Elizabeth had been born, she had been the perfect Amish girl, exhibiting all the virtues Mamm tried in vain to instill in her red-haired daughter. Even the sad circumstances of her marriage had only made Elizabeth purer, as if she were gold being refined over a fire.

Ruby suppressed a sigh. I don’t know if the Good Lord intends for me to marry. Perhaps that is why he made me the way he did.

Elizabeth squeezed her hand. Perhaps he has the perfect man for you, but you just haven’t met him yet.

Then he had better hurry. I’m getting too old to even be called an old maid. The children will start calling me Granny soon.

Now Elizabeth laughed, a sound so rare that it brought tears to Ruby’s eyes. No child would dare call you Granny! Auntie Rue, maybe, but never Granny!

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How much farther, Daed?

Gideon Fischer kept his eyes on his team’s ears rather than answering his daughter immediately. At eight years old, Roseanna had taken on a burden much too heavy for her fragile shoulders, but hearing him admit that he wasn’t sure where they were wouldn’t help ease her mind. Clearing his throat, hoping a bit of cheer would be conveyed through his voice, he turned and smiled at the children.

It can’t be too far now. His smile faltered when he saw Lovinia lying on her cot in the back of the wagon, her face pale. If he didn’t find a safe place for his family soon, his wife might not survive this illness. He forced the smile to return. The folks at the store back there said that we’d find quite a few Amish families up ahead, along Weaver’s Creek.

Three-year-old Ezra stepped over his sisters in the wagon bed to join Gideon on the seat. Grasping his son’s trousers, Gideon helped him climb up. He smiled at six-year-old Sophia as Ezra’s bare feet narrowly missed kicking her. She worried more than the others about her mother’s illness. While Roseanna cared for the baby, Sophia had kept Ezra occupied on the long journey from Maryland. But her little face showed the strain of the last few months, with a pinching tension around her mouth that made her look much older than her years.

As Gideon urged the horses toward the crossroad ahead, he tucked Ezra close to his side. That must be the road the Englisch woman at the store in Farmerstown had spoken of. The ford through the wide, shallow creek was just as she had described, and the road on the other side would take them to their destination. After crossing the ford and making the turn onto the smaller road, Gideon halted the exhausted horses.

Just resting Samson and Delilah for a few minutes, Gideon told the children.

Down? Ezra asked, peering up at him.

At the same time, Sophia stood and plucked his sleeve. There are flowers in the meadow, Daed. Can we pick some?

Gideon wrapped the reins around the brake handle. "Ja, for sure. All of you should get out and run for a little. I’ll stay with Mamm and the baby."

While the children ran through the meadow, Gideon sat next to Lovinia in the wagon bed, eight-month-old Daniel on his lap. His dear wife smiled at him and patted his arm.

We’re almost there? Her voice was nearly a whisper.

When he clasped her hand, it was hot and dry. I hope so. The woman who gave me the directions wasn’t very clear about exactly where the Amish community is.

Once we stop traveling . . . She coughed, turning on her side as he supported her.

When the coughing spell ended, he finished her sentence. We’ll find a place to stay and good food to eat. And then you’ll get better.

The children’s laughter made Lovinia smile. You’ll make a new home for us, husband.

He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. It was still hot. We’ll make a new home together, far from the war.

As Lovinia’s eyes closed, Gideon stroked her cheek. How long could she go on like this, with every bit of her strength consumed by fever? Daniel fussed, rubbing his eyes. He was hungry again. They were all hungry.

Mein Herr . . .

Gideon faltered. The words wouldn’t come. What could he pray that he hadn’t already said?

During the weeks he had been held captive by the army, forced to transport their supplies in his wagon, he had worried about the family and the church he had left at home. Then when the company he had been with was defeated in their last battle and the few survivors taken captive by the opposing force, their commander had released him.

When he returned home, he found that his family had fared worse than he had imagined. While their neighbors had moved on, away from the constant presence of the armies and their insatiable appetites, Lovinia had stayed on the farm, unwilling to leave until she knew what had happened to him. But with only a few supplies overlooked by the hungry soldiers, she had succumbed to worry and illness. By the time he had arrived home after six weeks away, there was nothing to hold them there, even if the scavenging soldiers had overlooked something they could survive on. All that was left was the worn-out team and his wagon.

Even his flock had scattered, leaving him a minister without a church. The young Amish community he had worked for ten years to help establish was gone.

Mein Herr . . .

Knowing that the army had intended to move north, into Pennsylvania, Gideon had loaded his family and a few possessions into the wagon and set out for the west. To the large Amish communities in Ohio. There, they would be safe. There, Lovinia could recover from this sickness. There, they could be a family again.

But would he . . . could he . . . fulfill his calling as a minister again? Would God use a broken man?

Gideon rocked Daniel in his arms until the baby fell asleep, and he laid him on the cot next to Lovinia. Roseanna and Sophia were bent over in the middle of the meadow along the road, looking at something on the ground. He climbed out of the wagon, careful not to wake Lovinia.

Daed. Roseanna waved to him. Look what we found!

She held something in her hand. Something shiny and metal. Gideon broke into a jog.

What do you have there?

He tried to keep his voice light, but he could see what they had found. Buttons. Two round, brass buttons.

Aren’t they pretty? Sophia held hers up to show him. The US eagle molded into the surface was clear enough for anyone to see.

We found them here, on the ground, Roseanna said, crouching to push the blades of grass aside. We found two. Do you think there might be more?

Gideon stood, scanning the quiet crossroads. An army had been here once, and they could come again. His heart pounded in his ears. How long ago were they here? How long did they stay?

I think you need to leave those here, he said, ignoring his daughters’ disappointed faces. Whoever lost them might come back to look for them.

What are they? Sophia asked.

They are buttons, Roseanna said, then she held hers up to Gideon again. Why is there a bird on the front?

It belongs to an army officer. Gideon pushed them back toward the wagon. He’ll be back to look for them, for sure. And it’s time for us to move on.

Gideon picked Ezra up and glanced around again, knowing it was foolish to think an army might be close. Those buttons were soiled. They had been here for a long time, a year maybe.

But he still listened for the roll of drums.

Once they returned to the wagon, the horses had rested enough to continue. Gideon walked to relieve some of the wagon’s weight, leading the team as the road sloped upward, away from the creek. They passed a lane leading to a house as they reached the crest of the slope, then Gideon stopped. In front of him, the valley spread out. The road they were on went down to meet the creek again, then followed it along the bottom of the valley. Beyond a wood, a large barn and farmhouse settled into the landscape on the far side of the creek. From there, the road swung to the right, away from the creek and past another farmhouse to disappear up the rise beyond.

Unbidden, a verse from the book of Matthew came to him: For I was hungry, and ye gave me meat; I was thirsty and ye gave me drink; I was a stranger, and ye took me in.

Gideon bowed his head. Pride ate at him, rejecting that he and his family were in need. Refugees from the war they had left behind.

Mein Herr, you are teaching me humility. Once more. Help me to humble myself before you.

Gideon glanced behind them, still uneasy. The war couldn’t follow them here. Ohio was a safe place.

Is this where we’re going, Daed? Roseanna’s voice called, laced with longing.

I was a stranger . . .

I hope so, daughter. He climbed back on the wagon seat before driving down the slope to the creek.

As they passed another farm lane, one that disappeared into a stand of pine trees on the right, a young woman met them, striding down the lane with an unhurried gait that would fit better on a man. She wore a proper kapp, but no bonnet, and wild strands of red hair framed her face. Gideon’s gaze met hers for a second, long enough to watch the coffee-brown eyes narrow and then shift to the wagon and the children watching her.

Gideon pulled the team to a halt, leaning on the brake handle. We’re trying to find the Weaver’s Creek community—

You’ve found it! The red-haired woman broke into his question as she halted and crossed her arms. He had spoken Englisch, unsure if he was in the Amish community yet, but she answered in Deitsch, his own language. I’m Ruby Weaver, and my father’s farm is across the stone bridge there.

A smile crept over her face as she looked back at the children and then at Gideon again. He blinked to keep himself from staring at her. So forward! Perhaps they shouldn’t stop at Weaver’s Creek but go farther into Holmes County instead. Perhaps the Good Lord might lead him to a more conservative community where the women acted more like women than men.

Then he glanced at Lovinia, asleep with Ezra and Daniel napping on either side of her cot, her raspy breath audible in the afternoon quiet. She couldn’t travel any farther. They had to stop here, at least until Lovinia was better.

Is there a place we could stay? Gideon looked back at the young woman. My wife is very ill.

Ja, for sure. If you drive on to the house, we can ask my father where he thinks would be best.

Daed, can she ride with us? Roseanna didn’t stop staring at the stranger. She doesn’t have to walk if we’re going the same way, does she?

"Ach, ne. The woman’s laugh bubbled, a sound Gideon hadn’t heard an adult utter in more months than he could count. The girls grinned. I’ll run on ahead and tell Mamm you’re coming. She’ll want to make sure you have a good supper."

Ruby Weaver ran toward the stone bridge as Gideon stared after her. When she had said she would run on ahead, he thought she had been using a figure of speech. But ne, she ran as if she were Roseanna’s age rather than a grown woman. Roseanna and Sophia stood in the wagon bed, their heads on either side of him.

I like her laugh, Sophia said.

What do you think, Roseanna? Gideon waited for his oldest daughter’s answer.

Roseanna glanced down at Lovinia, then back at him. I think she could make Mamm feel better just by smiling at her.

Gideon caught Roseanna’s narrow chin in his hand and stroked her cheek with his thumb, thinking of the way the red-haired woman’s presence had brightened the afternoon, even with her forward ways. I think you’re right, daughter. Shall we go meet the rest of the Weavers?

Both girls nodded as Gideon started the horses down the gentle slope. The road followed the creek at the bottom of the valley, then went to the right while Gideon turned the horses into the farm lane on the left and across the stone bridge.

Ruby had disappeared into the large white farmhouse ahead of them, and as Gideon pulled the team to a halt by the porch, an older man stepped out.

Welcome, stranger. Welcome. He tied the horses to the hitching rail. I’m Abraham Weaver. My wife, Lydia, is inside. She’ll have a meal ready for you soon, but she’s already pouring glasses of fresh buttermilk for the children.

You don’t have to—

For sure, we don’t have to, but I can’t stop Lydia when it comes to spoiling little ones. He lifted Sophia to the ground, then reached for Roseanna. Ruby is making up the bed in Jonas’s room. He peered over the side of the wagon where Lovinia and the

Reviews for The Roll of the Drums (The Amish of Weaver's Creek Book #2)

[karatenursemary · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I received this as a free ARC from Library Thing in exchange for a review.

I have always been fascinated by the Amish way of life and this was a fun read in that genre. It was a bit predictable and some of the plot (girls married at 16 years old) was difficult despite the historical accuracy. The characters wrestled with some difficult life events, but they all wrapped up too neatly for real life.

[nancyluebke · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

enjoyed this Amish story. I received it for free and I voluntarily chose to review it. This is during the later years of the civil war. You'll need to keep a tissue handy. This family had some real hardships, compounded by the Amish views of fighting. It just about broke my heart because I know many of the things probably did happen during the war. The story pulled me in and made it hard to put down. I've given this a 5* rating. Not sure the younger should be reading this.

[virginia51-1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This is a wonderful story of Amish historical fiction. This takes place during the middle of the civil war. This made me laugh and cry. It is interesting to read about how everyone reacts differently to the same type of situation. Gideon brought his family out of an area that was very near the fighting to what he hopes is a safe zone. Ruby grew up in this area. Ruby helps to care for Gideon’s children after his wife dies. Lovinia(Gideon’s wife) knows she is ill and wants Gideon and Ruby to help each other to learn to live again once she has died. I love how this is all handled in the story. I did not want to put this book down. I received a copy of this book from Revell for a fair and honest opinion that I gave of my own free will.

[stardust_fiddle · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Even before I began reading Jan Drexler’s “The Roll of the Drums”, I felt a personal connection with the story. It takes place in Millersburg, Ohio, in 1863, and I have been to nearby Berlin and Sugarcreek many times. This time period in American history is also one of my favorites to read about, and considering how the Civil War affected the Amish makes for an intriguing and enlightening story. Amish fiction can easily become formulaic and perhaps even stereotypical, but this second book in The Amish of Weaver’s Creek series impressed me with its originality and depth.

Despite not having yet read the first book, I had no trouble at all immersing myself in the story, which is something that I always appreciate. I also did not read the plot description because, in my opinion, these are usually too detailed and detract from the story by giving too much information up front. For me, this made the narrative more interesting and enjoyable as I tried to guess what would happen and how things would turn out. However, one of the beautiful elements of this book is that even if you do know some of the plot points going in, Drexler still manages to surprise readers with the intricacies of how everything plays out on the page.

To my knowledge, this is the first Amish novel I’ve read set during wartime. The Civil War backdrop adds so much dimension to “The Roll of the Drums”. Drexler demonstrates that even in what was considered safe Ohio, the war takes a toll, touching even the Amish. As non-resistors, it never occurred to me that the Amish would have any role in the military, but in this story, Gideon Fischer is haunted by his forced work for the army and the destruction of his former home in Maryland. He suffers from what we now recognize as PTSD, and it affects his way of life and his relationship with God. He questions, “But could a man, unless he was rebellious against God, ever be out of the Lord’s will? Could he fall out of his Lord’s sight, through no fault of his own?” Both he and Ruby Weaver must face the dark events in each of their pasts in order to move forward, just as well all must, and this makes the story so relatable for all readers. Because no matter what, if we accept Jesus’ precious gift of salvation and a relationship with Him, nothing can ever separate us from His love (Romans 8:38-39). One conversation between Gideon and Ruby particularly stands out: “You don’t know what they are capable of”, to which Ruby replies, “But I do know what God requires of us.”

If you are looking for a unique Amish fiction series, enjoy inspirational historical fiction, or need a boost in your relationship with the Lord, I highly recommend Jan Drexler’s “The Roll of the Drums” because even in tragedy and seemingly lost causes, God is working!

I received a complimentary copy of this book from Revell and was under no obligation to post a positive review. All opinions are my own.

[simmmba · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

"The Roll of the Drums" by Jan Drexler is the second book in this series, but can easily be read as a standalone. I had not read the first book, and didn't feel that I had missed anything by starting with this one.

At its heart, the book tells the story of an Amish couple realizing their true feelings for each other. However, because of the storyline details, this is much more than a typical Amish romance. The male lead (Gideon) is already married with four children when the book opens. The family takes refuge in Ruby's community, and the stage is set.

This story will take you on an emotional roller coaster ride. First, you'll experience the fear and frustration of a family fleeing a war-torn area. Then, it's on to the joy of new friendship, quickly followed by tears brought on by the death of a friend/wife/mother. As you move closer to the final chapter, you'll be treated to happiness again as everyone involved seeks the healing that they need. (Not spoilerish: this info can be found on the book jacket.)

The emotions evoked by the events in this story are genuine. As a reader, you'll honestly believe what each character is feeling, as each individual reaction makes perfect sense given what you've come to know about the characters. As a person, you'll feel many of the emotions yourself...the story and dialog are THAT well written.

Ruby, the female lead, is a breath of fresh air. She is loving, devout, and sincere in her faith, as most Amish heroines are. However, she is also focused, creative, and believes in herself enough to realize she doesn't need a man to be fulfilled in life. It's nice to see an Amish woman willing to step out of the box a bit (while in NO WAY going against her religious beliefs) to stand up for herself and her own wants and needs.

In addition to the Gideon/Ruby storyline, the reader will be exposed to lots of information about the daily life of the Amish, including plenty of local dialect and vocabulary. I found this refreshing, as some Amish novels don't reach for this level of historical accuracy.

Smaller side plots involving other members of the community add to the depth of the story, giving the reader a stronger sense of involvement. I look forward to future installments of this series to learn more about things that were only hinted at in this volume.

There are some wonderful religious lessons to be gleaned from the story as well. The theme of trusting the Lord despite difficult circumstances flows throughout. The issue of self-blame when bad things happen to loved ones is also addressed, with a particularly insightful character tactfully explaining the link between self-blame and pridefulness.

Head into this book expecting a great story, and some valuable life/faith lessons. You will not be disappointed!

Five out of five chunks of creamy mozzarella!

[fcplcataloger · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This is a story of God's infinite wisdom in bringing people together because of their needs. Ruby Weaver is twenty-eight and unmarried but this doesn't bother her. Her best friend Lovinia Fisher is a wife and mother but she is dying and she asks Ruby to help her family after her death. What follows is the struggle that Ruby and Gideon Fisher face as they try to honor Lovinia's wishes but still resist her efforts to make them a couple.

The Roll of the Drums is book two of The Amish of Weaver's Creek series and I loved learning how this Ohio Amish community was affected by the Civil War in 1863. I also enjoyed seeing how Ruby and Gideon grow as individuals and as two people working together to provide a sense of family for Gideon and Lovinia's children. Author Jan Drexler has been able to portray their human failings while vividly depicting their spiritual growth.

The Roll of the Drums demonstrates the power of love, acceptance, and forgiveness amidst the conflicts of man and the conflict of war. If you enjoy historical romance and Amish fiction, you will certainly want to read this book.

I received a complimentary copy of this book from the author and Revell but a favorable review was not required. These are my own opinions.

[harley0326 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

What a wonderful story this is with characters that are easy to fall in love in. I loved how the author captured the time period and weaved a beautiful theme of forgiveness and hope.

Ruby has always thought of herself as unattractive and not marriage material. What I liked about her was how vulnerable she was. Her heart for others is a great reminder of how we should help others. When she sees that a family needs help, she welcomes them into her family’s home. Without hesitation she helps care for the children as well as the mother was is gravely ill.

It was interesting to read how close she became to Lavinia while caring for her. There are some emotional parts in the book that may cause tears, so be warned. There is a promise made to Lavinia that Ruby is not sure she can keep. Have you ever broken a promise? Gideon has a lot to deal with and turns to Ruby for help. It was not surprising that people in the community disapproved of their arrangement.

The story is well written with historical facts that bring the past to life. I loved reading about the Civil War and the destruction it did to families. Sometimes we forget about the civilians in a war who pay a big price for their freedom. The author has written a beautiful example of following your heart and allowing God to lead you to forgiveness.

I received a copy of this book from Revell Reads Blog Program. The review is my own opinion.

[grammy57 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This is not your typical Amish love story. This is set during the Civil War and puts a new spin on the tried and true love story.



I liked reading the book and the author, though new to me, did a great job. The characters were well described and it felt like they were people you could meet and like. They felt real. The story flowed very well and did not bog down at all. In fact, I was kind of sad when it ended. There was a bit of the war in the book and it showed how Amish believe and act around war/violence.



This is the second book in the series The Amish of Weaver's Creek. I did not read the first book but that did not matter at all. This is a good, stand-alone novel. I am looking forward to reading the rest of the series. The editing was well done and that is important to me.



I requested to read this book through the Revell Reads program. This review is freely given and my own, honest opinion. I am not required to write a positive review. I give this book 5 out of 5 stars.

[sonja.hoeke.nish7358 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This was a really good historical Amish book. It was book 2 of the Amish of Weaver's Creek. I love historical and the characters in this book were such caring and good people even through the hardest times.

The characters had some life-changing trials and challenges. And I loved the promises made, the difficulties, the forgiving and the deep friendships.This book took place during the Civil War period making it a hard time for the Amish.

This book was so good. I really loved reading it. Didn't want it to end...

I felt all the feelings of Gideon at the passing of his wife, the promise she wanted him to make and the responsibility he felt towards his children. This book was very poignant and stirring. I highly recommend it to all those who love Amish fiction.

I received a copy of this book from Revell Publishing. All thoughts are my own.

[dian429 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I love books on the Amish life, and this book did not let me down. It
had all that I love . The Story is set during the Civil War and how it affects
a small Amish community, and test their faith.

Our main character Ruby is a young Amish women way before her times. She is
strong willed and feels she can do it on her own with the dependents of a man.
Well God sometimes has a different pain for us whether we want it or not.

Ruby meet a young Amish widower with four children. He has just lost his wife.
Also he need a wife to help raise his children. Both have made a promise to his late
wife that they would marry and raise the children. The only thing they are not sure
about this.

Can they except what God has planned for them. Will their faith lead them on their
path.

A very touching story.

[drebbles · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

When Gideon Fischer, his critically ill wife Lovinia, and their young children need a place to stay, Abraham Weaver and his family, including daughter Ruby, are happy to take them in and help care for Lovinia and the children. Ruby quickly grows close to the family and is devastated when Lovinia passes. Gideon mourns Lovinia’s death but Amish custom says that widowed Amish men should remarry to provide a mother for their children and he had promised Lovinia that he would think of marrying Ruby; Ruby made the same promise to Lovinia. The two are attracted to each other but can they get over the scars of their past and get together?

Set in 1863, “The Roll of the Drums” is a nicely done historical Amish romance. I have read a lot of Amish romances, including some historical Amish romances but have never thought about (or realized) how the Amish were touched by the Civil War – author Jan Drexler does an excellent job with this (and the war does play an important role in this book). The war aspects are particularly moving and poignant in a book full of moving and poignant moments. While the war is a focal point of this novel, it is mainly a romance novel and the romance in this book is nicely done. Having Gideon and Ruby fall in love so soon after Lovinia’s death must have been tricky to write but Drexler does an excellent job of having Gideon and his children (and Ruby) mourn Lovinia’s death while moving on with their lives. The romance between Gideon and Ruby is nicely done – unfolding slowly and never rushed. Gideon and Ruby are great characters – haunted by past events, their romance isn’t easy but quite believable – readers will cheer for these two as they work their way towards a new life together.

“The Roll of the Drums” is a nicely done historical Amish romance.

[alekee_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This Amish story takes place during the Civil War, and this community in Ohio is touched in way you won’t see coming, and will they be able to stay to their beliefs and still survive?
The author has given us a strong woman to follow, and at 28 she is bucking the trend, but holding to her own beliefs, and yet being a woman of faith.
We also have an Amish man who has suffered and survived, but is still being tested, and we meet him at one of his lowest points.
We see how these people and watch how these two people are thrown together by a promise each has made.
Now the second book that I have read in this series, and you will be updated, but you might want to go back and read the first, and there is another coming, and hopefully some more answers!
I have enjoyed reading about these early Amish settlers!
I received this book Net Galley and the Publisher Revell, and was not required to give a positive review.

[milibrarian · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Drexler continues her series The Amish of Weaver Creek with the story of Gideon Fischer and Ruby Weaver. Gideon, his wife, and their four children have left Maryland in 1863 after their community has been destroyed in the Civil War. They arrive in Holmes County, Ohio where the Weavers take them in. Shortly after arriving, Gideon's wife Lovina passes away leaving him to raise children ranging in age from less than a year to about 10 years old. Before Lovina's death, Ruby has promised her that she will care for the children and consider marrying Gideon. In spite of pressure from the Amish community, Gideon is too grief stricken to consider remarriage so soon. When the war in the form of Confederate raiders invades their peaceful valley, there are many lessons in forgiveness and trust in God to be learned. While helpful to have read the first book, The Sound of Distant Thunder, this can be enjoyed as a stand-alone. Drexler has well-developed characters set in a difficult period of the nation's history.

[jenniferrobb · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

3.5 stars (note: rating may vary depending on whether the site allows half star ratings)

I received a copy of this book through LibraryThing's Early Reviewers program in exchange for an honest review. I did not read book 1 of the series.

The book is set during the Civil War, and I have to admit that historical fiction is not my favorite genre.

The book is also set in Holmes County, Ohio--an area I have visited.

I hadn't realized that the Civil War touched Amish Communities--nor that it may have entered Ohio. (Sadly, I don't know enough about Civil War history to know if there was a skirmish near the Ohio River that would have allowed raiders to be in Holmes County. Apparently, there was not conscientious objector status for the Amish at this time--perhaps not for anyone.

Jonas, an Amish man but not yet a baptized member of the order, enters the fray to take the place of his already baptized brother, Samuel. Jonas is apparently working for the medical part of the Union Army.

Gideon is from Maryland, where he was captured and put to work by soldiers (I'm not sure we ever find out what side they were from). The area where he and his family lived was raided by soldiers and most things of use taken. Many of the families from Gideon's church left to travel to other areas where they had family--usually up North--Pennsylvania and Ohio seem the most talked about destinations. Gideon fears the same thing will happen again.

Reuben and Ned were non-Amish. Ned has apparently already died. Reuben is married to an Amish, but not baptized into the order woman (Elizabeth).

Gideon's wife is ill and this forces them to halt their travel at the Weaver's farm, where they are welcomed--and where they stay for much longer than Gideon originally intended.

During the course of the novel, Gideon has to learn to put his trust and faith in God and to let God direct his steps.

Ruby learns that not all men want total control of their woman--not all men are like Ned. She also has to learn to forgive herself for misleading her younger sister.

Levi struggles with wanting his parents's approval and accidentally learns why he will probably never have it.

The Amish way is to turn the other cheek. To not fight. To help others when they can. But when they are faced with a small group of Confederate raiders, will they be able to stick to their beliefs?