In the crisp morning air, Rev. Jackdaw brought Nell around to the front of the lodge. The trees were full of waking birds, the undersides of clouds pink, and he was at last ready to begin his commission.
The lodge door opened and Effie stepped out wrapped in her granny’s quilt, her thin, white slip beneath ending at her ankles. She rushed down the steps. “Please, you can’t leave us here.”
Her young flesh was a temptation to stay. Being his wife had awakened her beauty, but he didn’t have the luxury of young men, able to lie around bedding young wives. It was time to be about his Father’s business in Omaha. The desires of the flesh are against the Spirit and the desires of the Spirit are against the flesh. He’d planted plenty of his seed already—he wasn’t young, but able enough. Hopefully
