Sam took a decent swig of her own bottle, leaning back in the chair to listen to his tale, content despite everything that’d happened thus far. So he’s gramps had a ranch, willed it to the sister and he’d come along to help ‘er out. Made sense, nothing fishy about the whole thing…everyday boring, but boring is what she’d been after for so long. ”Family is another word for cheap labor that’s for sure.” Her own smirk mimicking his before the same question was turned on her, it was only natural, but she found the answer far more difficult to give than he’s had been.
Did she lie to the handsome stranger, knowing he’d probably never find out before she left town or did she tell the truth? The truth would have her in trouble, even if the place smelled like a wolf…she didn’t want to start a turf war or be run out by the locals for being something made from books or worse the devil as she’d been told by one man with a pitchfork some months back.
”Needed a change of scenery, was heading for the big city.” It’d have been the best place to get lost in, no one would be the wiser, crazies were everywhere out there. She’d have been able to shift at night in the shadows with little worry of being found out. Here? She didn’t know, they seemed kind enough if they were like him, but she’d learned long ago not to judge a town by one person alone…angry mobs formed fast when their was a cougar on the loose. ”Place is nice, can you tell me anything about it?” She knew he was green around the gills too, but perhaps he’d know if there was any area to avoid if there was place for her to shift later, if she couldn’t get the truck fixed till then or where the best place for grub was. Anything…she needed to fill the place out before she made the decision to just hunker down for the night with his sis and him.
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