THEY EVOLVED a system, a set of plans to follow based on Jamey's experience. The success of the first "healing night of financial miracles," as Corey came to call it, made them revamp their procedure. They had been planning on staying for a few days or even a week in each town, but Jamey shook his head. "They come back and see me and Davis or Helen and it's over. You can't use the same crips and lungers over and over, and frankly there aren't that many good ones around. You think me and Davis grow on trees? I learned how to twist that leg back when I was working car accidents, and I took a power of bumps and bruises before it started to work right. And Davis was years and a lot of whiskey and cigarettes getting that cough right. There's many of 'em don't want to make the commitment for excellence that we do." "I see." Corey nodded. "So we move around?" Jamey squatted down in the dirt by the tent and nodded. "Yes, but not in a line. It has to be a star pattern, go up like this a hundred or more miles, then back down like this, then over this way." He drew a star in the dirt with his finger.
