I've been in contact with my publisher and it's looking like Mission of a Lifetime may not be out until later May, but I'm still excited at the progress that's been going on with it and I wanted to share a small excerpt from it with you.
. . . “So there’s nothing we can do?” Alano arched an eyebrow.
“If I were Jerry I would just create a vaccine.”
“But you’re not Jerry, you’re Willie.” Alano put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Don’t you think it’s time you let Jerry go?”
Willie shrugged Alano’s hand off. “Where’s the chief?”
Alano nodded towards the other end of the village. “That way.”
Willie hurried down the main path to a hut at the far end. He couldn’t help but notice that the village seemed deserted. He hoped it wasn’t because everyone had fled the village.
The Wogami chief stood outside the hut with his arms crossed in a sign of authority. He was an older man with a snake drawn across his face.
Willie approached him cautiously. He knew the Wogamis had been in contact with missionaries at one point, but he had no idea how they would feel towards them now.
Having the chief support them was crucial, so bowing, he tried to show his respect.
“You’ve come, white Missionary,” the chief said in Spanish.
Willie let out a sigh of relief. At least the chief spoke Spanish.
“I’ve come,” Willie responded in Spanish. He felt silly repeating what the chief had already said, but he knew that it was showing politeness.
“My people are dying,” he said. “White Missionary make them better?”
Willie nodded. “I’ll try, but I don’t know how much I can do.”
The chief nodded. “You will help. If you don’t make my son better, I will kill you.”
“We need to make sure people don’t leave the village,” Willie said. “It could spread the disease and cause others to get sick.”
The chief’s expression didn’t change. “If my people get sick and die, others must die too.” . . .
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