Jess

Jess wasn't sure he believed there was gold at the end of a rainbow, but to be fair, Jess wasn't sure he believed in God either. His life was riddled with half-truths and stories passed down as fact that were only figments and tall-tales built on the futile need of the lonely for excitement. His family history stood littered with dead confederates and Cameronians who fought for lost causes and their progeny who perpetuated these desires from one decade to the next, leaving each new generation to defend the last, never asking why. His sin, he found, was not in the doubt, but in the question. At the end of the day there was only one way to really know, he'd have to get out of the truck and just go find out for himself.
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