Morgan, being familiar with the intimacies of Dodge City, was able to easily lead the group to the church. Only four blocks away, it felt like twenty as they moved through the milling crowd that packed every street. Eventually though, they came to the building they were looking for. Fittingly, the closer they got to the church, the less they had to face in the way of crowds.
The Union Church was a medium sized church building that had the markings of no particular denomination. Upon entering, one could see that while the insides were well kept and well maintained, it was not obvious to the naked eye exactly what kind of church was there. However, one paying minimal attention would note a bronze plaque on the wall that read:
The Union Church was built and founded here in the year 1874 for
community worship of the Lord and Savior by various Christian
denominations. All are free to gather here in His name.
Looking further into the room, the church appears to be rather empty, but for a man in the garb of a catholic priest, kneeling in prayer before the altar. Hearing the commotion, he stood up to his full height, showing that he was nearly seven feet tall and of a muscular build, despite graying hair. Around his neck hung a large silver crucifix, and in one hand he held a rosary, keeping a copy of the Holy Bible in the other.
"Laudetur Jesus Christus. What brings you to the house of the Lord this day, my friends?" he asks with a smile, his mastery of English clear despite a pronounced Spanish accent.