John Moses Browning, Who Is Beloved…

William drank the wine just the same as everyone else. He said the rites and he crossed his arms and slept. Four hours later he awoke to the sound of heaves. One by one, everyone around expelled themselves until nothing was left. He tried to comfort them but they would not listen. They died spent and miserable. Their passage to the new world was earned. William could only watch as they left. Of a thousand he was the remainder. He was last messenger of his god on this earth. He went forward towards civilization to spread the good word.

“The Lord made my word. John Moses Browning made my voice. I am the last messenger and l shall guide you to The Garden.”

William’s voice hung heavy off his shoulder. It was well maintained and could reach a man half a mile away.