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Thank You, Jesus.
Shouting erupted across the road. Movement scattered in every direction. Behind him in the woods the footsteps went quiet.
Then he heard bodies crashing through the underbrush, retreating fast.
He stepped from the trees and leaned against the nearest trunk, one hand on the bark, and let his breathing slow.
He watched as members of The Remnant scattered as officers moved to intercept them.
His gaze stopped on his truck.
Everyone inside was okay.
Graham had gotten his message.
Barely, but just in time
Wyatt closed his eyes a moment.
Thank You, Lord.The prayer was three words, but it was everything he had.
