"It was. Fer the most part." Jesse nodded. "The right reasons woulda been me wantin to be a preacher. Wanting to give my life t'God an the church. Not bein forced to do it. Right reasons woulda been me feelin the faith in my heart and wanting to spread the word."
He sighed a little bit, taking a drink of the coffee, wishing now that he'd brought something to put in it that wasn't so mild as water.
"I weren't none of those things. I was a boy who wanted to live life, be out in the world, with a grandmother who wanted him to be a man of God. Her bein who she was, she got her way. I fought, I tried runnin away. But she was a powerful woman with these two nasty fellas on leashes would do everything she wanted of em. Her favorite punishment was a sealed coffin at the bottom of a swamp."