Chapter 19
The next morning, the citizens of Skipton woke to find a beautiful day. The air was cold and crisp, but gone were the heavy northern winds. Bright sunlight shone down, making the snow glisten like diamonds. Even the birds were up, chirping as they searched for their breakfast.
Pastor McFarland had been up since the sun began its journey from the horizon line to up into the sky. As he finished his morning prayers, he felt unexpectedly uneasy as opposed to the usual peace his morning ritual brought. The disturbances in Skipton weighed on him. The pastor wanted to bring about a resolution, but was unsure how to go about doing that.
Getting up from his chair, he walked to the front door of the parsonage and grabbed his coat from the rack. Buttoning the garment with one hand, he r
