Chapter Five
A PREACHER THAT CURES ALL ILLS
Only you can decide the right path to follow, so walk it well
It had been a few months since five courageous souls fled from the shameful recesses of man’s malcontent to a land of imperfect liberty. And while there may be no utopia in this new environment, hope made endurance much more palatable.
Resting Arms had given its founders a lesson in rough beauty one could not easily forget. Watching these people make a comfortable existence in a land so barren was to witness the first of numerous small miracles. Hardscrabble terrain granted in an afterthought to Colored settlers was taken as a beginning, versus the intended spite of futility. Yet necessities for basic survival were managed in such a blight of land.
This terrain, which was less tha
