Chapter 33: A Visit to the Golden OneThey rode out next morning shortly before daybreak. Kendall's head was still buzzing. He wasn't accustomed to whiskey any longer. Alice was angry with him for drinking and wanted to leave this vile place. According to her, these people were not teetotalers and therefore not Christians. Leaving, he knew, wouldn't set well with his mother. Alice wasn't placated with the promise of a house of their own on the ranch, plus servants while he took over as foreman. She was certain that his parents were hypocrites. Their professing to be Christians and giving thanks before a meal was meaningless. Everybody knew Lutherans drank and smoked. Even their woman drank. He had no arguments for her strict Methodist ways. Alice was beginning to chaff at the idea of how mu
