Left here—shoot—around eight, and I don’t recall seeing it here then.” He scratched at the crown of his head. “Looks like it just dropped dead, don’t it?” said Lloyd. He knelt down and gently put his hand to its neck. “What I thought.” Lloyd wondered...
I was ready to commit to the idea of being both miraculously healed and the victim. Healed through a miracle man. The victim of that same man of God’s ability to reach out willy-nilly and zap people without their permiss...