The Pillars of Salem

By Harold Carper

~ 4325 words. Yedi and old Elkhanan have arrived on the agrarian world of Tikvah, whose violent and sorrowful past is revealed as they and other immigrants travel to the town of Salem. Please leave a review if you enjoy the story!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harold Carper
• Release date: Mar 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310392405

Harold Carper

Harold Carper is a United States Air Force veteran, husband, father, and systems administrator.The son of ministers, he was brought up in the Assemblies of God. Once on his own, however, he asked too many questions to which there were no satisfactory answers in mainstream Christianity. After years of study and debate with armchair, Internet theologians from around the world, Harold’s searching led him to a new spiritual home among Messianic Jews and Hebraic Christians. He found the Messianic perspective more scripturally founded, more intellectually rigorous, and richer in tradition than any other, and has been a Torah-keeping Christian ever since.Politically, Harold is a libertarian-leaning conservative or a conservative-leaning libertarian, though very likely neither group would claim him.Finally, Harold Carper is a Texan, by choice if not by birth. His son is a native Texan, and Harold has done his best to adopt the customs, attitudes, and mannerisms of his adopted home within the moral constraints of liberty and God’s Law. There are more guns in his house than people, and still not enough.

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The Pillars of Salem

Harold Carper

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The Pillars of Salem

By Harold Carper

This was all in the adverts, said a young man walking beside old Elkhanan Barlow, a rucksack on his back and a small, glossy black box in one hand. I don’t know why anyone is surprised at having to take the Walk.

Elkhanan peered at the young man through narrowed eyes. Thirty-five or forty off-world immigrants on this Walk, he thought. At least one of them isn’t a complete dullard.

What is your name, young man? he asked, his voice like a pencil on course paper.

Yedi, sir, he replied, looking over his shoulder as if to see if someone overheard.

Don’t be embarrassed. Yedi is a fine name. Short for Yedidya if I am not mistaken. How old are you?

Yes, sir, it is. I’m eighteen standard. I’ll be nineteen in three months.

As they walked, Sergeant Whitley, their guide to Salem, pointed to unusual trees, crops engineered for Tikvah’s soil and atmosphere, historic breeds of sheep and cattle,