Proof The Bible Is True

Barking dogs jolted me out of a sound sleep. The clock read 1:23 a.m. Must be a raccoon outside, I thought, rolling over. Too bad the dogs are inside!

I’d had a full day at work downtown before coming back to Dogwood Sport Horses, the breeding farm that my sister owned. When I came home I’d gotten the horses their nighttime rations and moved them into the pasture with a windbreak to shield them from the predicted cold.

My work day was over. What could be the problem at this time of night?

The dogs kept it up. Much as I wanted to deny it, this was no “there’s-a-raccoon-out-there” alarm. I dragged myself out of bed and pulled on a robe.

Loud knocks sounded at the front door. This can’t be good. Shouldn’t everyone be asleep now?

The dogs crowded around the front door. A dark figure loomed on the stoop, backlit in the bright moonlight. It wasn’t Raphael, the hired hand. He was too tall and thin. I turned on the porch light. But I hesitated to open the door. What could a stranger want at this hour? I was all alone in the house.

“Do you have horses?” the man called through the door. “A lot of them? Because they’re all out on the road!”

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