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 The morning was cool and clear; there was talk it might hit eighty by midafternoon。 Matronly volunteers from The First Pentecostal Church of Exemptive Redemption handed out Bible tracts and served hot biscuits and coffee; though many contestants were too tense to eat or pray。
 At six sharp a burgundy Rolls…Royce Corniche pulled up to the ramp at Lunker Lake Number One。 Dennis and Lanie Gault got out。 Lanie was dressed in a red timber jacket; skintight Gore…Tex dungarees; and black riding boots。 She basked in the stares from the other contestants and dug heartily into a bag of hot croissants。
 With an air of supreme confidence; Dennis Gault uncranked his sparkling seventeen…foot Ranger bass boat off the trailer into the water。 One by one; he meticulously stowed his fishing rods; then his toolbox; then his immense tacklebox。 Hunkering into the cockpit of the boat; he checked the gauges…water temperature; trim tilt; tabs; tachometer; fuel; batteries; oil pressure。 He punched a button on his sonic fish…finder and the screen blinked a bright green digital good…morning。 The big Johnson outboard turned over on the first try; purring like a tiger cub。 While the engine warmed up; Dennis Gault stood at the wheel and casually smoothed the creases of his sky…blue jumpsuit。 He squirted Windex on the lenses of his amber Polaroids and wiped them with a dark blue bandanna。 Next he slipped on his monogrammed weather vest; and tucked a five…ounce squirt bottle of Happy Gland into the pocket。 In accordance with prevailing bass fashion; he spun his cap so that the bill was at his back; that way the wind wouldn't tear it off his head at fifty miles an hour。
 Dennis Gault had expected to hear the usual cracks about the Rolls and what a pompous ass he was; but for once the other bass anglers left him alone。 In fact; Gault was so absorbed in his own pretournament ritual that he almost missed the highlight of the morning。
 It started as a pinprick on the eastern horizon; but it came faster than the sunrise; a strange pulsing light。 The bass fishermen clustered on the dock to watch。 They figured one of the big bait panies was pulling a stunt for a new mercial。 Some stunt it was; too。
 Soon the sky over Lunker Lakes throbbed in piercing aquamarine。 On a forty…foot screen mounted behind the stage; the face of Reverend Charles Weeb appeared for the morning benediction; it was a taped message (for Charlie Weeb seldom rose before ten); but none of the contestants was in the mood to hear what the Old Testament said about fishing。 They were riveted on what was slowly rolling toward them down the road。
 It was a convoy of police cars。
 Highway…patrol cruisers; to be exact; sixteen of them; their flashing blue lights slicing up the darkness。 Dead last in the procession was a garbage truck with a rowboat hooked to the bumper。
 Dennis Gault did not like the looks of things。 He wondered if the cops had e to arrest somebody; possibly even him。 He shot a worried glance at Lanie; who shrugged and shook her head。
 The first eight troopers peeled off to one side of the boat ramp and parked bumper…to…bumper; the last eight parked in similar formation on the other side; forming a broad V…shaped alley for Al Garcia and Jim Tile in the garbage truck。
 Each of the state troopers got out and stood by his car。 They wore seriously neutral expressions; and showed no reaction to the OCN Minicams filming their arrival。 To a man; the troopers were young; ramrod…straight; clean…cut; muscular; and heavily armed。 They were some of Jim Tile's best friends on the force; and they were white; which definitely made an impression。
 The old wooden skiff was lowered into the lake without incident。
 
 Deacon Johnson was up early。 The importance of the day weighed heavily; and he had reason to be anxious。 He put on his favorite desert…tan leisure suit; buffed his cream…colored shoes; and trimmed his nose hairs。 At the breakfast table he chewed halfheartedly on raisin bagels; scanned the sports page to make sure they hadn't screwed up the big display ad for the tournament; then called for the limousine。
 He decided to give the VA hospital one more try。
 This time; two doctors were waiting at the admissions desk。
 Deacon Johnson smiled and stuck out his hand; but the doctors regarded it as if it were a rattlesnake。
 〃I'm sorry;〃 one said; 〃but you'll have to leave。〃
 〃You've been upsetting the patients;〃 said the other。
 〃Isn't there one;〃 Deacon Johnson said; 〃who wants to be on TV?〃
 〃They said you offered them money。〃
 〃I had to;〃 Deacon Johnson lied。 〃FCC rules。〃
 〃Money;〃 the doctor went on; 〃in exchange for lying about their illnesses。〃
 〃Not lying…dramatizing。 There's a big difference。〃 Deacon Johnson folded his arms indignantly。 〃We run a thoroughly Christian enterprise at OCN。〃
 〃Several of the patients became quite upset when you were here before。〃
 〃I certainly meant no harm。〃
 〃They've discussed violence;〃 said the other doctor; apparently a psychiatrist。
 〃Violence?〃 said Deacon Johnson。
 〃That's why we can't let you back inside。〃
 〃But there was one; Corporal Clement。 He expressed an interest in appearing with Reverend Weeb today。〃
 The two doctors traded glances。
 〃Clement;〃 Deacon Johnson repeated; spelling out the name。 'The fellow with the trick knees。〃
 The psychiatrist said; Tm afraid Corporal Clement has been moved inpatient to the sixth floor。〃
 〃It appears he got into the pharmacy last night;〃 the other doctor explained。
 〃He won't be available for television appearances;〃 the psychiatrist added。 〃Please go now; Mr。 Johnson; before we call for Security。〃
 Deacon Johnson got back in the limo and sulked。
 〃Where to?〃 the driver asked。
 〃You know this town?〃
 〃Born and raised;〃 the driver said。
 〃Good。 Find me some bums。〃
 Charlie Weeb would be royally ticked off; he'd specifically said no street people; it was too risky。 Lofty standards were fine and dandy; but Deacon Johnson was running out of time。 The healing was only hours away。
 The limousine driver took him to the dissolute stretch of Fort Lauderdale beach known as the Strip; but there all the bums had bleached hair and great tans。 〃Too healthy…looking;〃 Deacon Johnson decided。
 〃There's a soup kitchen down Sunrise Boulevard;〃 the driver said。
 〃Let's give it a try。〃
 Deacon Johnson saw that the driver was right about the soup kitchen: wall…to…wall winos; sallow; toothless; oily…haired vagabonds; the hardest of the hard…core。 Some were so haggard that no makeup artist possibly could have rendered them presentable in time for the show。 Worse; most of the men were too hung…over to prehend Deacon Johnson's offer; the money they understood just fine; it was the part about dressing up and rehearsing that seemed to sail over their heads。
 〃It's television; for Christ's sake;〃 Deacon Johnson implored。
 The men just grinned and scratched themselves。
 In desperation; Deacon Johnson selected a skinny bum named Clu; who was in a wheelchair。 The driver lifted Clu into the back seat of the limo and folded the wheelchair into the trunk。
 As they rode back to Lunker Lakes; Deacon Johnson said: 〃Are you sure you can rise up?〃
 〃You bet。〃
 〃On mand?〃
 〃You bet。〃
 Clu wore a mischievous smile that made Deacon Johnson wonder。 〃So what's wrong with your legs?〃 he asked。
 〃Not a thing;〃 Clu replied。
 〃Then why the wheelchair?〃
 〃I got it on a trade;〃 Clu said。 〃Three cans of Sterno and a wool sock。 Pretty good deal; I'd say。〃
 〃Indeed;〃 Deacon Johnson said。 〃And how long ago was this?〃
 〃Nineteen and eighty…one;〃 said Clu; still smirking。
 〃And you've been in the chair ever since?〃
 〃Every minute;〃 Clu said。 〃No need to get up。〃
 Deacon Johnson leaned forward and told the limo driver to pull over。
 〃Get out;〃 he said to Clu。
 〃What for?〃
 〃It's just a test;〃 Deacon Johnson said。 〃Get out and walk around the car。〃
 When the driver opened the door; Clu tumbled facedown onto the pavement。 The driver reached down to help him; but Deacon Johnson shook his finger。
 He said; 〃Can you rise up; son?〃
 Clu tried with all his might until he was pink in the face; but his skinny legs would not work。 〃I don't believe this;〃 he whined。
 〃Just as I thought;〃 said Deacon Johnson stiffly。
 On the ground Clu continued to grunt and squirm。 〃Let me work on this a minute;〃 he pleaded。
 〃Give him back the damn wheelchair;〃 Deacon Johnson snapped at the driver; 〃and let's go。〃
 Just when he was certain that the grand TV mega…healing would have to be called off; or at least scaled back to a sheep or a cat; Deacon Johnson spotted the blind man。
 The man was alone on a bus bench outside the entrance to Lunker Lakes; beneath the big cedar billboard; in fact; directly under the second L。 That he would be sitting right there at such a crucial moment seemed like a heavenly miracle; except that Deacon Johnson didn't believe in miracles。 Plain old dumb luck was more like it。 He told the limo driver to stop。
 The blind man did not have a guide dog or a white cane; so Deacon Johnson was hopeful that they could do business。
 He walked up to him and said hello。 The man didn't move one bit; just stared straight ahead。 Deacon Johnson could see nothing but his own natty reflection in the dark glasses。
 〃May I ask;〃 Deacon Johnson said; 〃are you blind?〃
 〃I suppose;〃 the man said。
 〃May I ask how blind?〃
 〃Depends what you mean。〃
 〃Can you see what that billboard says?〃 Deacon Johnson pointed to a big Toyota sign a quarter…mile down the road。
 The man said; 〃Not hardly。〃
 Deacon Johnson held a hand in front of the man's face。 〃Can you see that?〃
 The man nodded yes。
 〃Very good。〃 Thank God; Deacon Johnson thought。 For coaching purposes; partly blind was perfect。 As a telegenic bonus; the man appeared sickly but not morbidly sunken; like some of the bums at the soup kitchen。
 Deacon Johnson introduced himself and said; 〃Have you heard of the Outdoor Christian Network?〃
 〃Yes;〃 the blind man said。
 〃Then you've heard of the Reverend Charles Weeb; how he heals people on national television?〃
 〃I watch no television。〃
 〃Yes; I understand; but at least have you heard of Reverend Weeb's healings? The reason I ask; he's having on

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