Who cares what Brigham Young said? (Polygamist continues…)

I woke from my fitful sleep to a light in my eyes.

As I was groggily sitting up and regaining consciousness, I heard Spencer say “See? I knew we’d find him here.” Then Spencer and Sam both squeezed into the tiny room, standing the flashlight up to point at the ceiling.

“Are you okay in here?” asked Sam. Read the rest of the story »