Nell knew exactly where to find the Reverend Pucket in the town of Waco and they rode into the yard of his tidy whitewashed clapboard parsonage just after noon. Nell knocked on the door and they were surprised when a young girl in a disheveled night dress answered. “What you want?” she asked without making eye contact.
“I’m Nell Pruit and I’m here to see the Reverend about finding water for some of his church folks.”
The girl’s eyes darted up then. “You’re the witch? I thought he sent for your boy, not you.”
Nell frowned. “My son is busy on the ranch,” she said in a gruff tone due to her perceived impertinence, causing the young girl’s eyes to widen. “I’m quite capable of using the rods to find water, young lady. Now, can I speak to the Reverend and get this over with? My friends and I
