Nigelís doubtful eyes followed Aaronís direction out into the darkness. "I canít see a damn thing.""He complained, searching the trees and underbrush for any sign of movement. "Aaron, I think itís time we started to think of another way to..."...
His words ceased in mid-sentence at the flicker of something metal, possibly a gun but he couldnít be sure, from deep behind the scrub.
"Those are my buddies." Aaron whispered. "Theyíll have us out of here before you can say Praise the Lord!"
"Who are they?" Nigel was sure he wasnít going to like the answer to this one.
"Uh, well theyíre part of the local scenery, minus the animals."
"Oh my God..." Nigel knew who they were in an instant. "You expect sheep farmers to rescue us?"
"I told you, have some faith!"
"Sheep farmers?!?" Nigel wanted to pull out his hair, if he could only reach it. "You know Aaron, Iíve been wanting to say something to you since the day we got here, and believe me, thereís no time like the here and now!" The usually meek and mild teaching assistant was on a tirade, pure and simple. All his proper manners and British resolve had long since ebbed away. If he was going to die, he wanted this irresponsible cowboy of God to know exactly what he thought of him, and his crazy schemes! "Itís time you listened to me for a change! I donít know if you place any value on your life, or the lives of the people you care about, but for the love of GOD man, I do... How on earth did you think you could run from the Turkish Army? Youíre completely insane! Now, now weíre all going to die and we never even got a chance to find the Ark...I donít know about you, but I think Iíd start saying my prayers right about now..."
Aaron knew Nigel was scared...even he was scared, just a little. The kid was only panicking because he thought all was surely lost. Aaron thought about his own wife, and sadness surged through his body faster than he thought it could. He knew what the spunky Engliman was afraid of, never seeing his unborn child... Looping his fingers through Nigelís, Aaron started to pray. "Make haste, oh God, to deliver me. Make haste to help me, Oh Lord. Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul. Let them be turned backward, and put to confusion, that desire my hurt. Let them be turned back for a reward of their shame..."
Go to Part Seventeen.