Preacher's Justice (2015)
“For just a moment, he wondered where he was. Then he remembered that he had spent the night with Carla.
He smiled as he recalled that it had been an active night.
Dog shook himself, making his loose skin flutter as he did so.
“What are you trying to tell me, Dog? That Preacher is awake?” Carla asked.
Dog walked over to the bed and lifted his paw.
“You didn’t have to fix breakfast,” Preacher said.
“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to,” Carla said.
Preacher looked around the room.
“The necessary... is out back,” Carla said. “And there’s a pump and washbasin just outside the back door.”
“Thanks.”
Preacher took care of his morning business, washed his face and hands, decided against a shave for now, and came back into the small house. Carla had breakfast laid out on the table.
“Carla, really . . . ” he began, but Carla held up her hand to stop him in mid-sentence.
“Preacher, this may be the closest thing to a normal family that I’ll ever have,” she said.MoreLess
He smiled as he recalled that it had been an active night.
Dog shook himself, making his loose skin flutter as he did so.
“What are you trying to tell me, Dog? That Preacher is awake?” Carla asked.
Dog walked over to the bed and lifted his paw.
“You didn’t have to fix breakfast,” Preacher said.
“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to,” Carla said.
Preacher looked around the room.
“The necessary... is out back,” Carla said. “And there’s a pump and washbasin just outside the back door.”
“Thanks.”
Preacher took care of his morning business, washed his face and hands, decided against a shave for now, and came back into the small house. Carla had breakfast laid out on the table.
“Carla, really . . . ” he began, but Carla held up her hand to stop him in mid-sentence.
“Preacher, this may be the closest thing to a normal family that I’ll ever have,” she said.MoreLess
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