He tilted his head back to take a long drink of water then capped the bottle and looked around at his handiwork. Not too bad, he thought, if he did say so himself. He’d been at his new digs for a week, spending his days at hard labor and his nights on his state-of-the-art computer chasing every tidbit of information he had. Cade had been a huge help, setting him up at the hardware store and turning him on to the people who’d come and torn down the outbuildings and hauled away the rotten wood. He had telephone service, an internet connection—which shocked him, way out here in the boonies—a sleeping bag and a minifridge. He still trekked to town once a day to pick up dinner, preferring to carry it back to the place rather than leave himself open to curious stares and too many questions. One thing he’d learned about Saddle Wells was it was a close-knit, friendly community, but the people could also be nosy. In a friendly way, of course, but still. He wasn’t about to satisfy people’s curiosity.
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