"Father Silvio—no!" Teresa cried. But her voice was drowned out by the startled shouts of her fellow Cristeros. She lunged forward, trying to reach Gus, but Rafael drew her back. She turned, snarled at him with a sound reminiscent of the jungle cat that she really was—and then quieted as Gus began to quote from the Bible once more. Like the rest of us, she stared at him in gape-mouthed wonder.