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noise, we’re right in the middle of a sound check for tonight’s concert.”
    “No problem.”
    “You all right?”
    “Something . . . two incidents . . . just occurred that I can’t even start to explain.” Marcus trudged down the sidewalk, weaving in between other pedestrians, trying to breathe steady.
    “You? Not able to explain something? It’s a miracle. Did you call to celebrate?”
    “This is serious.”
    “Talk to me.”
    Marcus explained about the strange man on the corner and what had happened with the soccer game and being in two different versions of the bakery where Kat worked.
    “Were they visions?”
    “I don’t know. It didn’t feel like that.” He stood staring at the same corner where it had all started half an hour ago. Nothing looked unusual, but now everything seemed odd. The smells, the sounds of the street, the breeze in the air.
    “Maybe it was teleportation. The Spirit took you there.”
    “That might explain my visit to the soccer game, but it doesn’t elucidate why I was in two different editions of the bakery.”
    “Elucidate?”
    “Clarify, expound, explicate . . .”
    “You should have stopped at expound .”
    “Brandon! I need assistance here.”
    “Sorry.” The music grew softer. The musician must be finding a place of solitude. “I have to go back to it being a vision then.”
    “As I said, it didn’t feel at all like it did during my vision at WellSpring. This was concrete. I know I was there physically both times.” The light changed and Marcus crossed the street and strode back toward campus.
    “Doesn’t mean it wasn’t one just because you felt it wasn’t. Remember Paul going into the third heaven? He didn’t know if it was in his body or in his spirit.”
    “I know this was in my body, but still you raise a valid point.”
    “Not a vision, not teleportation, how ’bout a demonic implant was shot into your brain and altered your reality?”
    “I’m not exactly in the joking mood. This was strange.”
    “But we’ve been in the business of strange for the past year. Think of some of the things that have happened at Well Spring over the past six or seven months. This kind of stuff shouldn’t surprise us. We should be more surprised when it isn’t happening. I’d shake it off. Let it go.”
    “Good, good. That’s why I needed to chat. To gain a modicum of perspective.” The red hickory trees on the edge of campus loomed in front of him. Somehow it seemed getting underneath them would provide a sense of protection and comfort.
    “Glad to assist.”
    Marcus slowed his pace as he stepped into the intermittent shadows of the trees. “And you? Anything unusual?”
    The music grew louder again. “I need to get back to the sound check.”
    “I have a feeling there are abnormalities you’ve experienced lately as well.”
    Brandon paused. “It’s true. I’ve got my own version of Strange Tales going on these days.”
    “Would you care to enlighten me?”
    “Yeah, soon, but I think I’m going to wait till we all get to hang on Sunday night. I have a feeling by that time I’ll be able to tell not only the beginning and middle of this story but the end as well.”

SIX
    C ARSON T ANNER SAT IN HIS BROADCAST STUDIO EARLY ON Friday afternoon cradling a scalding cup of black coffee and pulled up the web page for Warriors Riding training at Well Spring Ranch. There was nothing to it. Just a splash page with a picture of a large cabin and white-chalk mountains behind it that shot into a deep blue sky. The only other thing on the page was a contact e-mail.
    If Reece and his pals were trying to grow their ministry, this site couldn’t be very inspiring to potential trainees to think about signing up. But that was the problem. From what Carson had been able to research after hearing about the ministry from one of his watchdogs, even with almost nonexistent promotion the ministry was growing exponentially. The only time the general public could catch wind