(Dane)
Church was already filling by the time we walked in. Brothers stood in small groups talking quietly while prospects moved between them with coffee and bottles of water. The conversations died the second Ridge stepped through the doorway. Every face turned toward us.
Ridge waited until the last conversation ended before speaking. He looked around at the brothers without rushing, making sure every one of them was paying attention. Nobody needed to be told this wasn't a normal church meeting. They already knew something had happened.
"One of our prospects was run off the road this afternoon," Ridge said. "He's alive, but he's spending the night in the hospital with a broken arm and a couple of broken ribs. Crash and Holt are staying with him until he comes back here."
No one said a
