Chapter 75

“Yes, in the rain, Reverend,” said Garrett, turning to face his adversary. “We’re lucky we can move on. We need to make time. Momma Nature don’t play no favorites, and she may let this rain go on for a while.”

“Don’t you mean the Almighty?” Rayburn retorted.

“Call it what you will, Reverend. We’re movin’ out as soon as we can.”

“I say we wait,” the reverend continued his challenge.

“You jist hush your mouth, Reverend,” Carter, the man who’d lost his wagon, interjected. “It was your cookin’ fire that weren’t put out. You caused this whole mess.”

Rayburn flinched as if he had been struck.

Garrett glared at the man. “‘Nough said. Let’s head ‘em up and move ‘em out.”