But there had to be a bus stop, right? If there’s a road, more than likely a bus will show up eventually…right? In fact, I don’t think I saw any buses either. Was there a bus stop in the mountains? I didn’t remember seeing any. It was off the beaten path-no neighbors, no traffic, no nothing. It was a two-story rustic Montana cabin, widespread, with a wraparound porch and a backyard that went on for miles.
His grown-up kids I’d never met!įrom what I could see, he had a beautiful home. I had just up and left behind everything I’d ever known for him, and he was expecting me to move in with him and his kids. He had good intentions, yes, but he wasn’t listening to me and didn’t care how I felt about any of this. I knew I was wearing down his last nerve, but honestly, I couldn’t find a shred of give-a-damn. “Since I’m not going in there, yeah.”Ĭlosing his eyes, he took a couple of deep breaths.
The boys slowed and went single file in order of their rank: Deuce, Mick, and then Cox bringing up the rear.ĭeuce folded his thick arms across his wide chest. Then he put his arm up in the air and extended his index finger. Extending his arm straight out, palm facing down, he signaled his boys to slow down.
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