by Al Lacy
At that moment, the guard opened the door. “Time’s up, gentlemen.”
Dr. Dane and Doke rose from their chairs. So did Tag, while wiping tears. There were tender good-byes between Tag and Doke, and between Tag and the man who had just led him to the Lord.
When Dane and Doke returned to the warden’s office and told John Brockman the story, John rejoiced in Tag’s salvation.
They left the warden’s office, went outside the prison gate to their horses, and swung into their saddles.
Dane looked at the other two. “Thank God for His grace. Tomorrow, Tag will be in heaven.”
John and Doke chorused an amen.
Dr. Dane took a deep breath and looked southward. “Let’s move out. My precious little bride is waiting for me!”
Dust clouds rose up from the horses’ hooves as the three men galloped away.