He needed to pray. About Allison. About money. About his grandmother. And so he drove to the Double M where he spent a little time with Manny and Paulina before taking the Polaris out to the bull pasture. Beneath a leaden sky, a north wind coaxed leaves from trees and hinted at the coming winter, a normally toothless beast in warm-blooded Texoma. Still, something about the autumn pastures and tree-lined creeks brought Jake closer to God. He supposed he and the Almighty had a strange relationship. He parked the ATV at the pond and, hands deep in his jean jacket, walked around the edge noting deer tracks in the damp red earth. Deer season was upon them. He’d not hunted since the accident. Probably never would again, though he enjoyed a good deer chili. He squatted on a rock and thought about his job. He was floundering here, growing poorer with each sunrise. But what was a man to do?
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