Chapter Forty-Six
I didn’t want that damn horse to end Lloyd’s life because I wanted that pleasure. I wanted to see his life, slip from his body, and see his eyes show me the horror of a slow impending death coming upon him, with my hideous face as the last face he’d see before he met God and had to face his wrath. But I wouldn’t get the honor to do that, and even more unfortunate, that horse didn’t either, amazingly. To be fair though, there was no telling what Lloyd would turn out to be, beaten within an itch of his life by that draft stallion. One thing was for sure that he would never be the same person again. If anything had cleared for my theology it was this; that God is more horrifying than the pits of Hell when it comes to confronting abusers when they have to face Him in judgment. Maybe tha
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