Rob leaned in to get a closer look at the painting. Some of the lines were so fine that they seemed rendered by a single hair. He pointed to a tombstone shaped rock jutting up in the background.
“Is that what I think it is?”
Manuel smiled. “Yes, Devil’s Tower. In all the murals there is imagery of Wyoming.”
They resumed walking in silence for a time before the monk meekly resumed their prior conversation. “You said that you were not exactly satisfied with my explanations as to why a monk would show such interest in the causes of men such as James Alexander and Bill Stevens. It would be a lie to claim that I have fully fathomed it myself or made peace with it. I am very drawn to them, to the energy and power of their convictions, to the vigor with which they condemn sin. I wish on some l
