Final Stand. Helen Myers R.

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      —Martin Luther

      Contents

       Prologue

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Chapter 32

       Chapter 33

       Chapter 34

       Chapter 35

       Chapter 36

       Chapter 37

       Chapter 38

       Chapter 39

       Chapter 40

       Epilogue

      Prologue

      Bitters, Texas

      Thursday, August 24, 2000

      10:30 p.m. CST

      With a sharp strike against the small box’s score, the match ignited. A flash of light, a ghostly puff of smoke, the nose-stinging scent of sulfur, and it was done. The arsonist’s ragged emotions were set free. Instantly, any doubt or anxiety about this decision vanished, replaced by righteous conviction.

      The flame stayed steady and bright as it was lowered to the mass of dry wood piled on the board stairs leading to the church’s vestibule. Whole lengths of browned evergreen branches and other dead vegetation had been easy to collect, thanks to the wild terrain and yet another year of drought.

      As expected, the brittle debris caught quickly. Flowing like liquid, the flames spread, advanced and climbed. It wouldn’t be long before they gave birth to a torch, a pyre, a veritable shaking fist against this serene night, this star-studded summer sky, luminous and wide, unmarred by the slightest hint of a cloud. This silent witness to everything.

      Soon the vestibule doors would catch, and then…maybe the interior. It was possible if help was slow to respond.

      Tossing the box of matches into the intensifying blaze, escape became the next focus. There might not be anyone on this remote highway tonight, but there was always the chance an alert trucker on I–10, or worse, a state trooper, would spot the distant glow and mention it on his radio, initiating an alarm too soon. However, the arsonist’s escape vehicle was parked facing the road; even that had been thought through. What hadn’t been was the unreliable nature of the vehicle itself.

      It took try after terrifying try, but just as the smell of gasoline could be detected, the engine finally roared to life and the arsonist peeled out of the lot making a skidding turn west onto the unlit single-lane highway.

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      “No!”

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