Brainwashing

Equipped with my own, well-trained Schnauzer and one of gunsmiths' best, a Mauser I stepped into the hornets' nest had thought aggression would be best. Her mind was almost gone by now those bastards knew exactly how they could turn upside down her thinking and in the end she would be sinking along with all the other ones my answer would be dog and guns. The Bishop came right to the door and asked what I had come here for. He waved a bible at my face and preached that this was God's own place. That all the disciples had come because religion was for dumb and stupid folks in misery and that this was her place to be. Too tired of the whole charade the applications I had made to all the right authorities (I nearly had gone on my knees) , I told him that I'd come for her and no one ever would deter me from my purpose here today alone I would not go away. A huge gorilla with a beard now in the background had appeared. Held in his hand a bowie knife with which to threaten now my life. My bullet was a nine-three-five the bishop smiled when still alive but when a shocking hole sprung up he fell and spilled his coffee cup slumped to the floor to sleep the sleep that should be given to a creep. Four more came now, they all were running they carried automatics, stunning and holding hollow-point big slugs I dropped myself and then those thugs when from behind a curtain 'water' the word was spoken by my daughter. I ran, my heart was in my hand as anyone would understand and found her on a prayer stool surrounded by a crimson pool and at her feet were two more guys it took a bit to realise that she had bought only a scratch in this uneven righteous match. It must have been a shot from me that brought the bishop to his knee and went through walls so paperthin my girl now looked with a wide grin at my concern and silly fretting, it was attention she was getting. Before we left she showed the book that she had held and which then took the impact of the bullet's force my Mauser had been its true source. Said she that God had walked with her that nothing bad could thus occur and now, that her old mates were dead she would get rest at home in bed and marshall within days her strength to measure and extend the length of our house to make a church. The altar would be near the birch down by the mossy, stony brook. And then she handed me the book. When we arrived at home for dinner she sat me down, called me a sinner and looked into my eyes to find the Dad who always had been kind and could be swayed by his own girl. I said, 'we'll give this thing a whirl.'