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As Hansen drove Gabriel down off the mountain he said, "The sight of you kissing that girl was disgusting, do you know that? You're not cousins. Hell, you're not even the same species!"

"Sir," replied Gabriel who concealing his own disgust over Hansen, "the Bible and the Book of Green Dome acknowledge only ethnicities. We read only of peoples and kindreds and tongues, not Whites and Blacks and Red Men. Races are artificial things."

"What the hell do you mean artificial? Are you asking me to doubt what I can see with my own two God-given eyes?"

"Sir, consider the aborigines in Australia. They have Caucasian and Mongoloid genes, but they are as dark as Negroids. Even our Lord Yeshua is a lovely coffee-with-cream brown."

Hansen grew angry at that last remark and pulled the truck over to the side of the road. "Get out. I can't stand to be anywhere near a blasphemer, let alone one who entices our women to become traitors to their own race."

"I still need to round up the Golden Gift," Gabriel objected. "What about the Last Rites?"

"Fuck the Last Rites. What would be the point of sanctifying a body if the minister of the Rite is a blasphemer? The Lord is brown like coffee? Get out."

Gabriel did as he was commanded, and Klaus Hansen peeled out in the snow, leaving Gabriel stranded on the side of the road halfway down the mountain. Che decided to hoof it back up to the Temple where Dory was waiting. Still, the move was entirely expected. It wasn't like Klaus was going to let Gabriel be witness to what came next.

What came next was murder.

A short distance northwest of Green Dome was a place where the borders of the states of Wyoming, South Dakota, and Nebraska all came together in a little fenced-off lot. When Hansen arrived he saw that only Paul Bergin's truck was parked there, and only Bergin could be seen standing in the little corral. '

A bloody lump of dead and naked girlflesh lay at his feet, covered with much blood that was nearly cool enough to freeze. Paul stood there staring at Robyn's body, not quite believing that he actually did it. He kept repeating to himself, "I'm going to hell!"