Josiah looked proudly at the church. After months of hard work, the dilapidated old building was finally finished.

"Very nice," a voice said behind him.

Josiah turned to find Ezra Standish standing with arms crossed and a strange smile upon his face. The preacher's own smile grew. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

The gambler eyed the building critically. "Indeed," he agreed. "Except-"

"Except what?"

Ezra shrugged. "Perhaps I am simply ignorant of architectural design, but shouldn't the shingles be facing downward?"

For a moment, Josiah stared at him blankly. Then he took another look at the roof. Ezra was right. Somehow, in his haste to finish the job he had nailed the newest shingles in place bottom to top! Rainwater would sprout up like a fountain rather than running off as it was supposed to.

A long sigh escaped. "Don't suppose you're any good with a hammer."

Ezra laughed. "I'm afraid my assistance would put more holes in the woodwork than you started with. Perhaps I can just buy you a drink to fortify you for the task."

Josiah swung a companionable arm around his shoulders, steering him toward the saloon. "Good idea, but I think the job can wait until tomorrow."