Abishai would be dead at noon. At least if the Marshal and whoever he served had his way. It was hours after the fight with the now dead Mathis that Abishai woke up in the same cell, except this time he was bound to the bed. Clearly the Marshal did not want to risk Abishai escaping before the public spectacle the next day. So he laid here, deep in thought for hours.
As he lay there trying to figure out who was behind the strange going's in Hamilton he heard a sound off to his right side, before a could turn his head to see what had caused the noise a figure was sitting on his bed.
"When I warned you that they were going to attack you, this was not the outcome that I imagined." Light-bringer said with a soft chuckle. His long skeletal fingers laced together on his knee as he looked down at the Hospitaller.
"You know they mean to kill me tomorrow?"
"So we have heard, very uncharming of this town to kill newcomers. We are working on a way to keep you alive. The only hold up could be the peskiness of human nature but I have full faith in our plan, They do not."
"God believes I am going to die tomorrow?" Abishai could not hide the shock in his voice
"Tsk Tsk, do not worry your head about that, you may not have it for that much longer. Besides that head could serve so many more purposes besides worrying. When I got here I could see you deep in thought, what pray tell is confounding you?" Light-bringer gently tapped his fingertips on Abishai's forehead.
"I believe this town has fallen in league with the Enemy. There have been so many things that have opened up too many questions for it to not be the Enemy. It could be tied into the missing of the Girl but I am not sure yet." Abishai answered looking up at Light-bringer, "I need the book to figure out who it is."
"You do not need the book, the book is just a means to an end. The Answer is in here." Light-bringer pressed his long nailed finger into Abishai's head. "Think on it and you will find the answer that you seek, also try your best to keep that head on your shoulder Hospitaller. It is useful." In the blink of an eye Light-bringer was gone and Abishai was left there alone again with only his thoughts.
As Abishai was alone with his thoughts across town God was making a visit. The Bartender was named Ewan Jones and he was still patching up the damage that had been inside his establishment earlier that day. There was only two patrons in the saloon that night and they were both unconscious at the bar. Ewan remembered a time not that long before when the saloon was full every single night, it was the most lively building for miles around.
That was before the oil fields had started cropping up all around and all the workers and prospectors were forced into the company town. Over the past five years Hamilton had started to dry up. Ewan did not quite know why he stayed but he did, foolishly he did. His back was turned to the door when he heard the creaking hinges swing open.
"If you take a seat I will be with you in a just a moment." He said using his jovially salesman's voice.
"Ewan, it is I who will be with you." The voice that he heard was a strange amalgamation of men and women and children. Looking up from the board that he was nailing into the broken window frame the face he saw was like the voice he had heard, ever changing.
"Who are you?" Ewan was in awe of what he say, this angelic figure with a light all onto itself. His heart told him what was standing before him but his brain could not rationalize it.
"I am Yahweh. I am here to ask a task of you my child." His heart was correct, he was standing in front of the Almighty. He did not know if he should take a knee and bow or throw up, but wait God had a task for him? How could that be, he was not particular devout?
"I can hear the raging storm in your mind and I will answer your questions for you. You do not need to kneel and I do have a task for you. You devoutness is not my concern at the moment. There was a man who came in here earlier today and tomorrow your town Marshal plans to execute him. You will attend that execution and bring along his horse that is hitched outside." God's changing voice seemed to so peace speaking of executions.
"Deliver a horse?" Ewan was confused by the request. "If he is being executed why does he need his horse?"
"You do not need to worry about what happens when you bring the horse just deliver the horse to its rider."
Ewan did not understand why he was going to debate this topic, no one debates with God. "I will. You have my word."
"I knew that you would agree, Ewan. I absolve you." The changing face the Lord of all Creation disappeared in a ray of blinding light, leaving Ewan standing in his saloon with just the two sleeping patrons. He had just seen the face of God and agreed to take a horse the execution of a stranger. Despite being a saloon owner Ewan did not drink, tonight he was changing that rule. He walked back around the bar and popped the cork on the small bottle he had poured from for the stranger earlier that day.
"I saw the face of God...Bloody hell." Ewan chuckled to no one in particular.