“Simpson, Yo the house. We need to talk to you, Simpson.”A middle-aged man stepped from the front door of the farmhouse. He had that dusty dry loo... that all farmers had. His skin looked like dry leather. His eyes had a permanent squint from years of staring into the sun while behind a plow. His clothes, while clean, were faded and patched to the point that their original color or even material was unknown.He carried an old but clean and well-oiled shotgun that was pointed over the newcomer’s. "Hey asshole, you could have told me the lift was working, give me a bourbon will ya."Talia placed one of her tall black leather boots up on the bottom foot rail that ran the full length of the bar and sat down on the stool there while taking a look around behind her at the same people she had now grown accustomed to seeing since first arriving.Fewer today however, but one man, the former cop she had seen Luke talking to, lay face down on a table, obviously drunk, its red tablecloth helping to. More

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