The Son, by Phillip Meyers

She did not really think about whether she believed, though in the past decade, her faith had come back, and they said that was all that mattered. Being old, you had no real choice—salvation or eternal nothingness—and it was no wonder who you saw in church, it was not young people with hangovers and their entire lives ahead of them.

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 Beware the small man in Texas; he must be ten times meaner to survive in this land of giants.

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