pVincenzo CastelloppHow hard it is to focus on the task at hand when your mind wants nothing more than to sink into sweet oblivion. ppAlmighty God, give me strength. Stone and weeds dug into his head, grit bit his face.ppSo much blood. ppThe weapon. He must act now or not at all.ppFootsteps on gravel told of the enemies approach. ppThe Sicilian slowly tightened his grip. Through slit eyelids he watched and waited. The enemy raised his revolver.ppOnly God could have arranged this meeting. Only God could heal a woman so wounded. In His service by life or death will this vow be fulfilled ppAnna Lucia Book 2, The Casa Bella Chronicles pp p