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flicked on the outside lights to the Chieftain. Ted returned and offered the beer to Angel.
    She accepted the beer from Ted’s outstretched hand. “Are you interested in religion?” When Ted failed to respond, she added, “If so, you should probably take this one back. You think you don’t understand it, but I doubt that’s your real problem.” Ted was still trying to get over an auto accident, a ruined vacation, and a wolf encounter, so he was a little slow to respond. He finally asked, “What do you mean?”
    “Have you ever tried to hike up a mountain with a boat strapped to your back?” Angel asked, waving her hands in the air and grinning at the very notion.
    “No,” Ted answered, suspecting that this woman had been en route to a mental institution before she and her wolf ran into him.
    “There you go. That’s why you don’t need the book.”
    Ted began to look about the campsite nervously, wondering if armed security was a feature of the Perfect Prairie RV Park. He forced himself to make eye contact with Angel and realized that, however unusual she might be, this young woman was very attractive. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about. Hiking with a boat on my back?”
    Angel had changed into a loose-fitting flowered dress in muted and faded tea colors, but she had not abandoned her muddy black combat boots. Her long, dark hair was pulled back away from her pretty face, which was graced with a wide smile and slightly crooked but strong white teeth. Her olive skin showed a little blemish on her right cheek, just below her eye, that was either a small scar or a birthmark.
    Ted got up from his lawn chair and sat down across from Angel at the picnic table, grinned nervously, and asked again, “I’m sorry. I don’t get it. Why would anyone hike with a boat on their back?”
    “Well, I’m not one to give advice, at least not for free, but it’s like this: oftentimes religious doctrine is the boat that gets us across the lake. Very helpful, essential really, in the beginning stages of our spiritual development, but when we get to the shore and we’re ready for the next stage, the boat can become a real pain in the ass if you’re not willing to leave it behind.”
    Ms. Epiphany-in-Combat-Boots made a good point, and Ted was willing to concede the same. “You mean it’s not so much a case of ‘I don’t get it’ as it is a case of ‘I may not need it.’ ”
    “Well, I guess it depends if you have just left the shore or if you are already across the lake. My clients are at different places in their spiritual journeys. It waits to be seen where you’re at.”
    “Clients?” Ted asked.
    “Yes, I’m a spiritual consultant.” Angel pointed to the giant painted business card on Bertha’s side panel. “The phone number is there and everything. That is, if you want to hire me. I might be able to help you. Trust me, you’re not going to get what you need out of that book.”
    Ted was unsure what to make of Angel; she differed so much from the women he’d known in Crossing Trails. “I’ve never heard of a spiritual consultant.”
    “There aren’t many of us around and we don’t advertise like we should. We don’t have a Washington lobby or any tax breaks to offer. We fly under the radar of public consciousness.”
    “What does a spiritual consultant do?” Ted asked, leaning his elbows on the picnic table.
    “I’m a guide. I help my clients move further along their spiritual path.” She leaned a little closer to Ted and said, “Tell me your name again. I already forgot.” She stuck out her right hand.
    This time he accepted it. “Ted. Ted Day.” Her hand was warm and soft and Ted hated to let it go.
    “Angel Two Sparrow. Call me Angel.”
    “Yes, I remember.”
    She leaned back again and continued. “You see, Ted Day, most people are stuck, stagnant. They need help or they won’t grow.”
    Angel had an accent that Ted could not place. The more he tried, the