HE CAME INTO THEIR lives during the last ragged days of a Montana winter.
It was the time of year when the country got to looking bleak and tired from the cold. The snow lay in yellowed clumps like old candle wax, the cottonwoods cracked and popped in the raw air, and spring was still more a memory than a promise.
That Sunday morning, the day he came, Rachel Yoder hadn’t wanted to get out of bed. She lay beneath the...