Iktome Plains wuskripa

bartholomew would be no danger.

well, perhaps he was, if he pondered it too long. he wondered how many lives he had ruined. dove, abraham, jacob. they came to mind. the family he had crumbled apart.

he thought of wayward women, of souls he may have not been able to save.

so he sat alone with God and found some sense of relief. he should have done this sooner. stayed in the dark longer and built his faith back up alone. no one would see his righteousness if he did not nurse it.

but there was a holy fire on the horizon in the form of a young woman. he did not move from his seated spot, but he watched her openly and carefully.