Brenda Minton - The Cowboy's Homecoming

He put her down in the corner of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. The windowless room cut them off from the rest of the world. Buried beneath the ground, it was nearly soundproof. Their cell phones glowed an unearthly blue.

He turned, surveying their shelter, flashing his cell phone around the darkness. He’d had Sunday school in this room as a kid. It had been painted white, to dispel the dark, windowless gloom. Posters of Jesus had hung on the walls to add color. There had been an easel with a felt board in the corner for paper cutouts of Jesus and the disciples.

Now the room was draped with spiderwebs that clung to his clothes. He brushed a strand from his face and hoped the resident hadn’t remained behind.

Back then he’d been a kid who knew how to pray. Man, he didn’t have a clue where that kid went. Somewhere along the way he’d started taking care of things on his own.

Lot of good that had done him.

He scanned the room looking for the flashlight he thought he’d left down here a few days earlier, when he’d been poking around in the old building, stirring up dust and memories. He’d left it in the kitchen.

“I have a flashlight out there.” He yanked the door open and ignored objections from Jason and Beth. The flashlight was on the counter next to an old avocado-green fridge. He grabbed it and raced back to the shelter of the classroom.

Jason shook his head when Jeremy walked in, flashing the light around the room. Jason had taken a seat on the edge of an old table.

“How long do we stay down here?” Beth sat on the stool in the corner of the room, shivering, her bare arms damp from the rain that pummeled them as they ran for the church. He flashed the light in her direction and she glanced away.

Jeremy pulled off the plaid shirt he wore over his T-shirt. He tossed it to her, as if it didn’t matter. But it did. When she held it in her hands and smiled it mattered a lot. She slipped her arms into the shirt and pulled it around herself.

He turned away, listening, waiting. Jason stood next to him, his cell phone up to his ear. Jason bowed his head, leaning against the wall. Jeremy put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing tight. “She’s fine.”

“Of course she is.” Beth smiled, her words sunny and bright in the dark room. “She’s Alyson and she’s probably in the basement praying like crazy for everyone else.”

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