“Except for an overturned stagecoach near a weathered building that bore a sign that read GENTLEMAN'S HOTEL, the street was as empty as a wolf’s gut in winter. The rest of the buildings looked equally worn, and one, positioned across the street from the hotel, had burned down, leaving only blackened ruins and a batch of crows that moved about in the wreckage. The only sound was of the wind.Jebidiah thought: Welcome to the town of Falling Rock.He led his horse inside the livery, looked about. The... animal tracks were what you would expect. Possum. Coon. Squirrel. Dog and cat. There were also some large and odd tracks that Jebidiah did not recognize. He studied them for a while, gave up on their recognition. But he knew one thing for sure. They were not human and they were not truly animal tracks. They were something quite different.This was the place. Anyplace where evil lurked was his place. For he was God’s messenger, that old celestial sonofabitch. Jebidiah wished he were free of him, and even thought sometimes that being the devil’s assistant might be the better deal.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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