In Lott’s Mountain, I have Father Stark, a Southern preacher that’s head of a snake-handling church. He’ll do what he has to, using those around him to gain the revenge he thinks he’s due. He’s been shoved around and is ready to stop his waitin’ and plannin’ and show a little mountain wrath.
I was raised Brethren and have fond memories of the little church that I grew up in. But some of my friends weren’t so lucky with other churches. One told me a story where he tried to sneak out of church, and the preacher jumped over three pews just to try to catch him. He said he’s never run so fast in all his life.