Cletus Garvin
Pastor Cletus Garvin had ministered to the needs of Barlo for the past seven years. An uncertain shepherd, he had preached the gospel, officiated the weddings and said the last words over the men and boys the mine claimed, often burying a mostly empty box with a pair of workboots and a headlamp in place of a body lost far below. Cletus had listened to the town’s secrets and seen the darkness that gathered in the hearts of even its most seemingly upright citizens. Life on the seam was hard, and it could make hearts hard. He knew only too well the dangers a body and soul faced deep underground, as he’d been a miner himself for many years before the mountain let him go. Well, it let him go as much as it ever does. But no one ever really gets away do they?
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