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Show After they rode away, we weren't sure how to respond to the encounter. Was the spectacle of the torches itself enough, or were we actually supposed to go to Independence now? I didn't even know we were in Jackson County. Then again, those might have just been random pioneer cities. I tried to tell everyone that we should just sleep here and go to Independence in the morning, but our leaders said we had to go. Someone had nailed up a sign that pointed the way to Jackson County and we repacked our things and moved in the direction of the arrow. Brad whispered, "You gotta be fucking kidding me." The walk to the new camp wasn't that far but we were tired. Even Kristina didn't complain about our speed or lack of zeal. The place they were calling Independence was near a swamp. As we set up our tents again on the dry land nearby, Brother Peters came back without the face paint. He said, "Remember this night. One night the Lord will ask you to go through this again. Maybe it'll be a still small voice, maybe it'll be a blinding light. Either way, you'll know what to do." I was so tired the night before that in the morning I forgot we had only testimony meeting to go and then we were driving home. I could feel the deceleration in my blood stream as Brad asked me if I wanted to go to the comic book store later. Folding chairs had been set up in a grove by the swamp for testimony meeting. They were all pointing toward a handcart, which I guessed was to be |