Saturday, September 17, 2005
It will only take a moment.
The sound of the exploding shotgun filled the surrounding area. As the smoke cleared, farmer John rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The young man was still walking towards him. "I forgive you", the young man says as he continues his approach. John loads the gun and fires it again. Through the smoke, the young man is still walking towards him.
Hands trembling and voice shaking, farmer John cries out, "What do you want?" as he loads the shotgun for another blast.
"I already told you. I want to talk to you about the Church of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints."
"Bullshit!", the farmer cried.
With the young man now stopped at the end of his shotgun, the farmer tells his son, "You go inside now Jeremy and tend to your mother"."
The boy stands there in silence, stunned by what he just saw take place. "Git goin'!", the farmer cried, and with that, the boy ran inside and closing the door to the house behind him. The farmer raised the barrel of the shotgun to the forehead of the young parishioner. "Now what are you gonna do you son of a bitch?"
The young man said nothing. Just stared in the farmers eyes. His look was cold and somber.
CH-CHICK. The shotgun is cocked.
"I'm warning you!", the farmer cried out, "Get out of here!"
The stare is becoming painful with every passing second. Ten seconds pass, it feels like an eternity.
"I'm sorry", the farmer says quietly to himself. Was he apologizing to the man, who's life was about to end, or to himself, because he knew that once he pulled his trigger, his life would be changed forever?
BLAM!
Hands trembling and voice shaking, farmer John cries out, "What do you want?" as he loads the shotgun for another blast.
"I already told you. I want to talk to you about the Church of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints."
"Bullshit!", the farmer cried.
With the young man now stopped at the end of his shotgun, the farmer tells his son, "You go inside now Jeremy and tend to your mother"."
The boy stands there in silence, stunned by what he just saw take place. "Git goin'!", the farmer cried, and with that, the boy ran inside and closing the door to the house behind him. The farmer raised the barrel of the shotgun to the forehead of the young parishioner. "Now what are you gonna do you son of a bitch?"
The young man said nothing. Just stared in the farmers eyes. His look was cold and somber.
CH-CHICK. The shotgun is cocked.
"I'm warning you!", the farmer cried out, "Get out of here!"
The stare is becoming painful with every passing second. Ten seconds pass, it feels like an eternity.
"I'm sorry", the farmer says quietly to himself. Was he apologizing to the man, who's life was about to end, or to himself, because he knew that once he pulled his trigger, his life would be changed forever?
BLAM!
