Chapter 3

If the four ushers at the back of the church opened the main doors, they could let him out into the parking lot where he couldn’t desecrate God’s House any longer.

I signaled to the men, who were standing with Father Frank by the baptismal font. With relief I saw one of them give a knowing nod to the others. But they’d misunderstood me: they thought I was asking them to catch Firecross and suddenly converged on my gelding.

Frustration made me want to scream, but this would only frighten my horse and make matters worse. (Although how much worse could they get?) I ran as fast as I could down the central aisle, planning to reach the back doors and open them myself, while Firecross’s attention was on the ushers.

But before I could get there, my horse swerved and prepared to turn back up the center of the church towards the altar.

Oh no!This time he’d probably trot up those three stairs and poop in front of everyone. The humiliation was going to be awful! 4: The Peeved Pastor