“What if God sent you?” said the stranger.
“I’ve got a four hour bus ride tonight. If I climb that mountain, I’ll never get back in time.”
“You mean to say that a man’s just saved you from a lion and you can’t tell whether God sent me or not?”
Ryan sighed heavily. “Okay, I’ll go. I’m Ryan, by the way,” he said, offering his hand.
The stranger beamed brightly.
“Nick,” he said, ignoring the hand, and hugging Ryan firmly.
Ryan grunted with the pain, fearing his ribs might pop. He rubbed at them after Nick released him.
“Just not so hard; if you’ve got to do that,” said Ryan.
Ryan gestured forward, starting the trek for the mountain.
“Why are we going there anyway?” he asked.
“I’m told there’s meant to be a man there who will lead us.”
“Lead us for what?”
“I don’t know. I only know it’s meant to be something big. I mean, why else would I be here? I was doing contract building work in Uganda when the angel spoke to me. What about you?”
“I’m a Christian singer, performer. Is that all the angel said, ‘we meet a man?”‘
“Yeah,” Nick said vaguely. “But I get the vibes there’s going to be other people there too.”