The Whiskey Priest's journey

     I've continued my journey and investigation of the whiskey priest. His apperance has changed so much. I followed the man has he abandoned a sick man and continued into a town to buy wine and brandy. Now a days all spirits are outlawed because the priests use wine in comunnion. It's a bit unfair if you ask me, now no one can enjoy a stiff drink without braking the law. The whiskey priest bought his drink but was not careful and was arrested for consumption. He was not in prison long, but he did encounter a familiar face. The two teethed man was there, dying, as a guest in the prison. He told the priest he would not turn him in for now, because he knew a poor man like him would be gypped of the reward. An astounding thing to me was that he had a meeting with the lieutenant, and the officer did not recognize him! How blessed this priest must be, that not only did the lieutenant not recognize him, but he also gave him five pesos so that he can buy food for himself.  

     On his departure from the jail, he went to captain fellows house again. But much to our surprise the house was abandoned. All sign of life were gone, except a poor dying dog. The abandoned house leads me to question the family's whereabouts. What could have happened to the family? Did they leave on their own, or perhaps they were driven out? Who knows. The father searched the house but the only food he found was the little meat left on the dog's bone. I watched astounded as the priest actually fought this poor dog for the scrap of meat on the bone. He fought until the dog had no strength left and ate all his meat. from there he encountered a women who wanted to bury her son. He wandered with her till they found a cross, and the women laid her son there and laid a surgar cube by his mouth. The priest so driven by hunger even ate a surger cube left beside the boy, he was now a man who's only instinct was to survive. And just when I thought this man could go no further, last no longer, he ran into a man with a gun. When asked his name the father usually replies Montez, but this time he used his real name, this told me he was tired. Tired of running, of starvation. He let the chips fall where they may. And he was awarded greatky with this. You see the father had wandered so far that he had actiually crossed the border. Into the region where religion was not outlawed. He was free.