Dogs in the Vineyard
The Dogs arrive at the Paint Creek Branch (h/t +Jason Morningstar
), and are greeted by two people they don't yet know fucking in the bushes. Awkward. [Seriously, running across people fucking behind bushes is super-awkward. I ran into some folks in flagrante
in Regent's Park one summer. –Ed.] Words are exchanged, pants are pulled up, spit is spat.
They arrive at the house of the Steward, and drop off the deliveries. The Steward's younger wife shows them to the (rather plush, fancy) beds they'll be staying in, and then breaks down when some small-talk hits her sore spots: she doesn't feel like this marriage is holy
, is real
. The elder wife walks in, and they recognize her from the awkward intro to the town. She was prepared, they were not. Words are exchanged, and she fails to get the Dogs to promise to keep what they saw to themselves, but gets at least a bit of silence, for now.
The Dogs know that there's some digging to do, so they divide the Steward and his right-hand man from each other, get the wives elsewhere, and each start asking questions.
The western half of town is mostly unbelievers drawn by the gold found in the creek. The eastern half is prosperous Faithful. The Steward keeps giving money to unbelievers, his right-hand man wants to stop that, the Steward's wives are clearly dissatisfied with their marriage, and—we had to stop.
To be continued, I guess!