Journal of Father Johnson
It was dark and mysterious night that I, Father Sam “Otis” Johnson, found myself in yet another strange and dark circumstance. My companions slept around the camp fire while I said the last of my evening prayers. Vendetta Cortez, our Latina gunslinger with a temper to mach the fire from her guns, had just finished shining her weapons and putting them away. I had to say a prayer for strength to keep my eyes of lust off her, because she was definitely a site. Our injun, Plays With Fire was sound asleep or at least as sound as one of his kind could be. Douglas the huckster was just getting up for his shift on watch. Being out here on the plains of Wyoming, you could not go through the night without someone on watch. Our tinkerer, James, mumbling in his sleep about someone named Milo. There was something wrong with that boy. I said a prayer for him.
What if God, choosing to show his wrath and make his power known, bore with great patience the objects of his wrath–prepared for destruction? – Romans 9:22
I had just finished cleaning the Wrath of God, my special acquisition from the heathens at Hammertech industries. Although I am convinced that place was in league with the Devil, I knew to help me fight them, I needed something. Fight demonic fire with demonic fire, I always say. This bad boy can do some serious damage on anything those heathens throw at me.
Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord. – Romans 12:19
Vendetta had been with us a few weeks now, picked up in Motanna at a little town. She needed help getting to Wyoming to pick up a package. We were very close to the last known location of said package. She seemed a little hot headed and stubborn. Not the marrying type, I would say. But she is definitely good with the gun, and that is certainly handy in these parts.
Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness? – 2 Corinthians 6:14
Plays With Fire was a strange one. Apparently a companion of Vendetta, he was handy with things that most injuns were, but annoying in other ways. His superstitious nature prevented him from being useful in a crunch, especially against the very forces I have sworn my life against. Every one of God’s creature have their purpose and Plays had his.
Every man who strives in the games exercises self-control in all things. Now they do it to receive a corruptible crown, but we an incorruptible. – 1 Corinthians 9:25
The poor soul Douglas always looked like he played cards with the devil one too many times. And the few times I have seen him try, it did not seem to pay off. Perhaps the gambler should find other means to throw his magic around. Faith is always the best route, I feel.
The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. – 2 Corinthians 10:4
Then there was James. I was almost him until the demons of the machines revealed themselves to me. However, I think James is too far gone and Milo is his personal little demon. I could only pray for his soul and let him worry about his here-after. The man was constantly tinkering. He had a nice “weapon” he kept close to him and he was working some kind of belt thing as well. I have seen him use that weapon once and it was plumb scary.
It was then that we heard the noise in the distance and the nervous whinny of our horses. The wolves were upon us. Do I really have to get up again so soon?