Merrick once again stood at the helm of the Redemption. Bathed and clean-shaven, he wore a fresh suit of clothes, complete with his full array of weapons. Though he loathed the violence they sometimes brought, he had to admit he felt more in control with cutlass, knives, and pistols within easy reach. Did that mean he didn't trust God? He hoped not. For certainly today the Lord had proven his awesome power toward him. And Merrick had no intention of entering another battle for control with the God of the Universeone he was sure to lose.
He stretched his shoulder and winced. Miraculously, the pistol shot had gone clean through him, and Brighton had been able to patch up the wound before infection could set in. Another miracle from God. And still the Almighty performed yet another as the Re
