Father Varrenaz is an elderly priest who gets caught up in a dangerous situation on the northern frontier.
 

     Governor Banron met Father Varrenaz at the outskirts of Steedham Junction.  A good sign, Varrenaz said to himself.  On previous visits, I’ve had to await his pleasure at the ranch.

     Banron gave a warm greeting.  "Father," he said with a smile, "it is so good of you to come!  I trust you had a pleasant journey."

     "A man of my years seldom has pleasant journeys," Varrenaz said, "but the worst of my aches and pains stayed at bay today."
Banron’s face hardened.  "You chose to spend your life in the wilderness preaching to beasts.  If you chose to move to Steedham Junction permanently, the townsfolk would give you a warm welcome."

     Varrenaz eyed him carefully.  A man in his late forties, Governor Banron sat straight and tall atop his magnificent roan.  He looked like a hero with a heart of gold, but that last comment clearly indicated that he hadn’t changed his views.

     "I did not decide to spend my life saving the souls of the beasts," Varrenaz said.  "The Lord commanded and I obeyed."

     Varrenaz saw a trace of frustration in the governor’s face.  "Aye," Banron said.  "Now you may have a chance to save some of their lives as well.  That would surely please the Lord."

     "Surely," Varrenaz said.

     Banron wheeled his horse around, leading Varrenaz through the dusty streets of Steedham Junction.  The town bustled with activity.  Men labored at the wagons that lined the streets, loading and unloading.  Varrenaz noticed dozens of new buildings: houses, stores, a depot and a post office.  The sound of hammering announced more construction on the north side of town.