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anyone who had eyes to see.
    The sound of Tamera sitting in the chair across from him pushed the image of Doug from his mind. “Hey, stranger.”
    “Good afternoon, Tamera.” He pictured her as he’d last seen her. Short blond hair, fair skin, in excellent shape of course.
    “Thanks for taking time for me.”
    “Not a problem.”
    Her chair creaked. “But it has been a problem, hasn’t it?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “It’s been a workout trying to get a one-on-one audience with you. This is our first just-the-two-of-us meeting since . . . I don’t remember when.”
    “Life has been busy. You know that. The training school at Well Spring. The mundane things of living taking longer due to this.” He pointed to where his eyes used to be.
    “I understand that, but the last time we really talked and I asked to be part of Warriors Riding, you said you’d most likely invite me into the inner circle once I went through the training at Well Spring.”
    “No, I did not say I’d ‘most likely invite you in.’ I said I’d consider it, pray about it. See where the Spirit led.”
    “So now I’ve been through the training at Well Spring. Well over three months ago.”
    “Yes?”
    “Marcus, Brandon, and Dana said I had a number of substantial breakthroughs.”
    “They conveyed that to me.”
    “And since then I’ve been growing in the Spirit and seeing him do amazing things through me.”
    “I agree.”
    “I’m learning to love like I’ve never done before.”
    “Again, from what I’ve been told, I would agree.”
    “I’d like to join you.”
    “I don’t understand. You have joined us. You’re one of a select group of warriors Jesus is raising up.”
    “No, I want to join the inner circle. The one that was formed at Well Spring when you and the others went there a year ago. I blew it. I’ve told you that many times. I should have been there. It’s something I regret every day. But stop making me pay for my mistake. Let me into the inner circle and be one of you like I was meant to be.”
    “That choice isn’t up to me. It’s up to the Spirit.”
    What sounded like Tamera slapping the side of her chair filled the air. “Cut it, Reece! That’s such an easy cop-out. You don’t want something to happen so you blame it on God and it’s his fault.”
    “The truth is never a cop-out.”
    “You invited me to Well Spring. You chose me.” Tamera’s voice rose in volume and pitch. “I was one of the four and now I’m just another grunt in the tribe following the great man.”
    Reece let the silence grow till Tamera spoke again.
    “You have no answer for me? Figures.”
    “You know about the prophecy, yes? During your training at Well Spring it was shared with you. And you heard of the truth that surprised all of us, most of all me. Do you remember what was told?”
    “That you’re supposedly the Temple and not me.”
    Reece uncrossed his legs. “You can still be an integral part of this mission but there are four to the prophecy, not five.”
    “If it had played out as you intended and I’d gone to Well Spring with you last year, it would right now be Dana, Marcus, Brandon, you, and myself. That’s five. So why can’t it be five now?”
    “You chose not to come. I’m sorry for your regret and the weight of that, but the tapestry is what it is at this point. Neither you nor I can go back and unravel what has been done.”
    “That’s not fair, Reece. Where is the grace you supposedly speak of so frequently when you train people at Well Spring?”
    “This isn’t about grace or absence of grace. It isn’t about what the Spirit did back then, but what the Spirit is doing now. And inthis now, there are four Warriors Riding. Not five.” Reece tapped his armrest in a slow cadence. “Is there anything else?”
    “You’re making a mistake, Reece.”
    “Oh?”
    “I could do such powerful things for this ministry. I have my own exercise TV show. I have the ear of producers who would be able to