estdeus_innobis | We Are Living on Hope, We Are Living on Life (Reply)

Afternoon, Saturday October 3, Day 125
The Sheriff's Office

The market was miserable today. Almost nobody came out for it an' even half the vendors didn't show. All on account a some rain. Didn't stop me, though. Partly 'cause I knew Kate wanted ta see me. Partly 'cause I was given real specific instructions by Mrs. Linford ta be sure ta bring somethin' by for her son. Don't you know? He works for the sheriff now. How 'bout that, Ella? He's a good ole law man now. Could've jus' come out an' said, I've decided ta set you two up. Now, go have fun an' keep my boy out'a trouble.

I sigh an' step up onta the porch of the sheriff's. I take off my hat an' shake the rain off it. Whole lot'a good it's done me. My hair an' jacket 're soaked through anyway. The bag in my hand wasn't heavy when I loaded up this mornin' but the rain's soaked inta the hemp, so it's like I'm carryin' a sack a potatoes.

I push the door open an' step inside as I say, "Uh, hello. Anybody here?"

~~[OPEN to Liam]~~

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