A Tale of wizards and cowboys
Artemas Dovetail held the Good Book in his hand and thumbed through the pages, looking for an apt passage. Liquor and the scourge of drink being the focus of Sunday’s sermon, he pressed on. As shepherd to this wayward flock, it was his duty and calling to bring them into the light and the good graces of God, his lord and savior. As such, he would not relent until providence led him to the perfect verse from which his parishioners would see the error of their ways.
A loud thump on the outer door of the church broke his concentration, and with a lurch, he rose from his chair and strode out of his small room to the banging on the door.
A breathless Amos Bryant greeted him. The preacher set out his hand such that this lost soul might enter God’s house. Bryant…
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