Chapter 1 of Faith
Jacob glanced down at his left foot and cursed. He peeled away the wrap and exposed his bruised ankle. Blood had pooled in the soft, fleshy part by his heel. A red line in his skin marked the spot where the temporary semi-cast bit into his skin. Slightly swollen, his foot looked like a piece of overcooked ham. He touched his foot and could still feel it, which he thought a good sign, and then wiggled his toes.
He heard movement behind him and placed his hand on his gun.
“Here’s that bucket of ice water that you wanted.” An old man dropped the container next to Jacob and some water splashed out. “I’ve got some kits here that would heal your foot up tout suite.”
“No thanks.” Jacob lifted his foot with care and then slowly lowered it into the container. The shock from t
