My father was a phony tent revival Preacher who could not keep his hands out of the till, off women, or the bottle. I was called to take his place when he was too drunk to preach one night. A wild night of revelation, a deputy, a murder or two, and I became the DEACON. Oh, and there was a girl. Or, should i say, two?
Doug, its your best book ever. I want a sequel.