Anything could happen on that hostile road that wound its way through rugged desert terrain and where on narrow trails with dangerous cliffs  and sheer drops into oblivion, robbers hid in caves waiting to attack unsuspecting travelers, no matter who they were.

So when the day came that King Herod would be leaving his winter palace in New Jericho and going back up to Jerusalem, it just seemed to Keefay that following behind Herod and his armed detachment from the 10^th Roman Legion was the safest way to get up to the city to do business and sign new contracts.

But coming back home from Jerusalem was a different story. He’d be going down the Descent of Blood. Alone.  

His family and his wife Abigail begged him not to go. Anything could happen. But he wouldn’t listen. In business, no risk, no reward.