“Well, Joe. Looks like we got ourselves a simple life now.” Jerry patted Joe on the head before straightening up. His eyes swept the house and 10 acres of rolling hills surrounding it. “Ah, the simple life.”
Jerry rolled up his sleeves and began to unpack the
truck. Joe followed him in and out of
the house a few times before barking once, wagging his tail, and taking off to
explore the fields.
“Yeah, I guess this is a great change for you, too.” Jerry smiled then picked up another box and
lugged it inside. Hours later he decided
it was time for lunch. He sat down in a
rickety, wooden chair on the front porch with his sandwich and lemonade. Just as he was finishing up, a pickup rolled
down the driveway. There were a few
scattered trees but not much cover. Good
thing because no one could sneak up on him here. Not that that should be a problem now. He was retired, they all knew. He paid his dues and now he was out. Disappeared from existence, at least as far
as his old life was concerned.
A tall, lanky man unfolded out of the pickup
truck. He had a Stetson on, sunglasses
and jeans. A regular, old cowboy. “Howdy.”
“Hello.” Jerry
eyed the man cautiously.
“New to these parts, huh?” The man wasn’t really asking a question, just
making a statement.
“Yup.” Jerry finished
off his lemonade and put the glass on the table.
“Settling in alright?”
The man took his hat off and dusted the rim.
“Yup.” Jerry
stood.
“Sheriff Johnson.”
The man held out his hand.
Jerry shook his hand.
“Jerry Oleson.”
“We’re a quiet town.”
Sheriff Johnson nodded and put his hat back on. “We like to keep it that way.”
Jerry followed Sheriff Johnson back to his truck.
“Nice place you got here.” Sheriff Johnson said folding
back into his truck.
“Yup.” Jerry
nodded.
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