Spring 1847 – The Second Coming of Revelation Gilstrap

“Poor Revel always was a queer sort,” said Mrs. Danville. She rested her hands on the counter and seemed to contemplate the flour that dusted her knuckles. “With ol’ fire and brimstone Gilstrap as his papa, that’s not surprising. Revel started getting the bleedings when he was six or seven. He’d have wrapping on his hands two, three days a week.”

She looked up momentarily and snorted a laugh. “The first healing he done was on Owen Watkiss’ stewing chicken. Owen had wrung its neck and set it on his fence post the minute Revel came walking by. He just touched it once. The thing squawked and fell off the post and Owen never was able to catch it again.”