“Preacher Gabriel, I hope you’ll forgive my one earthy sin.”

Gabriel arches a brow. “Oh?”

My father grins and brings out the jar of peach moonshine from behind his back. Gabriel chuckles, and his eyes light up a little.

“Sir, once again, I believe I can speak with His authority that that would be just fine!”

My mother scowls and grumbles. “Canaan is a dry town,” she mutters.

“Well I’m not drinking in town, Christina,” papa grins. “Just in the comfort of my own home.” He frowns. “But preacher, if you object…”

Gabriel’s grin says it all, but he opens his mouth anyways. “Jedediah, I believe I could share a...