〃Church for building。 Why Vigor？〃
〃Oh； the first folks settled here； the ones who cut the road and made the bridges； the Miller family。 They live on up behind the church； way along the road there。 My wife is their oldest girl； in fact。 They named this place Vigor on account of their oldest son was named Vigor。 He drowned in the Hatrack River clear back near Suskwahenny； on their way ing here。 So they named the place after him。〃
〃Your wife； very pretty；〃 said Lolla…Wossiky。
It took Armor just a few seconds to answer that； he looked so surprised。 And in the shop in back； where they ate the meal； his wife Eleanor must have been listening； cause she was suddenly standing there in the doorway。
〃Nobody ever called me pretty；〃 she said softly。
Lolla…Wossiky was baffled。 Most White women had narrow faces； no cheekbones； sick…looking skin。 Eleanor was darker； wide…faced； high cheekbones。
〃I think you're pretty；〃 said Armor。 〃I really do。〃
Lolla…Wossiky didn't believe him； and neither did Eleanor； though she smiled and went away from the door。 He never had thought she was pretty； that was plain。 And after a moment； Lolla…Wossiky understood why。 She was pretty like a Red woman。 So naturally White men who never saw straight thought her pretty was very ugly。
This also meant that Armor…of…God was married to a woman he thought was ugly。 But he didn't shout at her or hit her； like a Red man with an ugly squaw。 This was a good thing； Lolla…Wossiky decided。
〃You very happy；〃 said Lolla…Wossiky。
〃That's because we're Christians；〃 said Armor…of…God。 〃You'd be happy； too； if you was Christian。〃
〃I won't never be happy； 〃 said Lolla…Wossiky。 He meant to say； 〃Till I hear green silence again； till black noise goes away。〃 But no use saying that to a White man； they didn't know that half the things going on in the world were plain invisible to them。
〃Yes； you will；〃 said Thrower。 He strode into the room with all kinds of energy； ready to tackle this heathen all over again。 〃You accept Jesus Christ as your savior； and you will have true happiness。〃
Now； that was a promise worth looking into。 That was a good reason to talk about this Jesus Christ。 Maybe Jesus Christ was Lolla…Wossiky's dream beast。 Maybe he would make the black noise go away and make Lolla…Wossiky happy again like he was before White Murderer Harrison blew up the world with black noise from his gun。
〃Jesus Christ makes me wake up？〃 asked Lolla…Wossiky。
〃e follow me； he said； and I will make you fishers of men；〃 answered Thrower。
〃He waking me up？ He making me happy？〃
〃Eternal joy； in the bosom of the Heavenly Father；〃 said Thrower。
None of this made any sense； but Lolla…Wossiky decided to go ahead anyway on the chance that it would wake him up and then he'd understand what Thrower was talking about。 Even though Thrower made the black noise louder； maybe he also had the cure for it。
So that night Lolla…Wossiky slept out in the woods； took his four swallows of whisky in the morning； and staggered on up to the church。 Thrower was annoyed that Lolla…Wossiky was drunk； and Armor once again insisted on knowing who gave him likker。 Since all the other men who were doing the church…raising were gathered around； Armor made a speech； with a whole bunch of threats in it。 〃If I find out who's likkering up these Reds； I swear I'll burn his house down and make him go live with Harrison down on the Hio。 Up here we're Christian folk。 Now I can't stop you from putting those hexes on your houses and making those spells and conjures； even though they show lack of faith in the Lord； but I sure can stop you from poisoning the folk that the Lord saw fit to put on this land。 Do you understand me？〃
All the White folk nodded and said yes and that's right and reckon so。
〃Nobody here gave me whisky；〃 said Lolla…Wossiky。
〃Maybe he carried it with him in a cup！〃 said one of the men。
〃Maybe he's got him a still in the woods！〃 said another。
They all laughed。
〃Please be reverent；〃 said Thrower。 〃This heathen is accepting the Lord Jesus Christ。 He shall be covered with the water of baptism as was Jesus himself。 Let this mark the beginning of a great missionary labor among the Red men of the American forest！〃
Amen； murmured the men。
Well； the water was cold； and that's about all Lolla…Wossiky noticed； except that when Thrower sprinkled it on him the black noise just got louder。 Jesus Christ didn't show up； so he wasn't the dream beast after all。 Lolla…Wossiky was disappointed。
But Reverend Thrower wasn't。 That was the strange thing about White men。 They just seemed not to notice what went on around them。 Here Thrower performed a baptism that didn't do a lick of good； and he went strutting around the rest of the day like he had just called a buffalo into a starving village in the dead of winter。
Armor…of…God was just as blind。 At noon； when Eleanor brought dinner up the hill to the workmen； they let Lolla…Wossiky eat with them。 〃Can't turn away a Christian； can we？〃 said one。 But none of them was too happy about sitting next to Lolla…Wossiky； probably because he stank of liquor and sweat and he staggered when he walked。 It ended up that Armor…of…God sat with Lolla…Wossiky off a ways from the others； and they talked about this and that。
Till Lolla…Wossiky asked him； 〃Jesus Christ； he don't like hexes？〃
〃That's right。 He is the way； and all this beseeching and suchlike is blasphemy。〃
Lolla…Wossiky nodded gravely。 〃Painted hex no good。 Paint never was alive。〃
〃Painted； carved； same thing。〃
〃Wooden hex； a little strong。 Tree used to be alive。〃
〃Doesn't matter to me； wooden or painted； I won't have no hexes in my house。 No conjures； no e…hithers； no fendings； no wardings； none of that stuff。 A good Christian relies on prayer； and that's that。 The Lord is my shepherd； I shall not want。〃
Lolla…Wossiky knew then that Armor…of…God was just as blind as Thrower。 Because Armor…of…God's house was the strongest…hexed house Lolla…Wossiky ever saw。 That was part of the reason Lolla…Wossiky was impressed with Armor； that his house was actually well protected； because he understood enough to make his hexes out of living things。 Arrangements of living plants hanging on the porch； seeds with the life in them sitting in carefully placed jars； garlics； stains of berry juices； all so strongly placed that even with the likker in him to dull the black noise； Lolla…Wossiky could feel the pushing and pulling of the fendings and wardings and hexes。
Yet Armor…of…God didn't have the faintest idea that his house had any hexes at all。 〃My wife Eleanor； her folks always had hexes。 Her little brother Al Junior； he's that six…year…old wrassling with the blond…headed Swedish boy there see him？ He's a real hex…carver； they say。〃
Lolla…Wossiky looked at the boy； but couldn't exactly see him。 He saw the yellow…hair boy he was tussling with； but the other boy just couldn't e clear for him； he didn't know why。
Armor was still talking。 〃Don't that make you sick？ That young； and already he's being turned away from Jesus。 Anyway； it was real hard for Eleanor to give up those hexes and such。 But she did it。 Gave me her solemn oath； or we never would've got married。〃
At that moment Eleanor； the pretty wife that White men thought was ugly； came up to take away the dinner basket。 She heard the last words that her husband said； but she gave no sign that it meant anything to her。 Except that when she took Lolla…Wossiky's bowl from him； and looked him in the eye； he felt like she was asking him。 Did you see those hexes？
Lolla…Wossiky smiled at her； his biggest smile； so she'd know he didn't have any plan to tell her husband。
She smiled back； hesitantly； untrustingly。 〃Did you like the food？〃 she asked him。
〃Everything cooked too much；〃 said Lolla…Wossiky。 〃Blood taste all gone。〃
Her eyes went wide。 Armor only laughed and clapped Lolla…Wossiky on the shoulder。 〃Well； that's what it means to be civilized。 You give up drinking blood； and that's a fact。 I hope your baptism sets you on the right road it's plain you've been a long time on the wrong one。〃
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