Samuel the Amish Boy that Lived

‘We were milking, about half done, when David, 16, came tearing into the barn out of breath: Mom, Dad, come quick! I think Samuel’s dead! I got there first and what I saw, I’ll remember forever. Naked and bloodied, his clothing ripped away, our precious blond-headed Samuel, three days from his tenth birthday, was wound around the tractor PTO.
His head was scalped. His left arm was hanging by a thread from his shoulder
I forced myself to face the grisly scene