a daily encounter and more like a weekly one, she made a mental list while finishing with the realtor. Thanking the woman for her time, she took her keys and headed out to her truck.
She found a tall man, somewhere near his late thirties, petting Molly’s head, which was still happily out the window.
“Hey,” she said, walking around.
“Howdy,” he smiled, “Ty Addison,” he offered his hand.
“ Kristin Shaw, it’s nice to meet you.”
“What brings you to Chester Hills?”
“Change of pace,” she said. “Would you be so kind as to point me to the post office?”
“Just two doors down that way,” he said pointing. “Where are you from?” He wasn’t sure he wanted her to leave just yet. She was a pretty girl, her eyes were blue like the sky, her hair lightened from the sun, a soft blonde with streaks.
“New Jersey.”
“Oh,” his voice went flat.
“Not a fan?”
“Not especially, most east coasters that come out this way don’t respect the land and nature. They come out here, take what they want, tramp around like some tourist looking for a ghost town, and…” he stopped himself. “Yeah, let’s just say we haven’t had the best experience with you folk.”
“So we’re all the same, no benefit of the doubt?”
“Haven’t met many Easterner’s I’ve been fond of. Most want to buy up the land and turn this place into something it’s not. This is my home, not some amusement park. Your type should just stick to your crowded cities and highways.”
“ My type? I apologize to have inconvenienced your life by coming out west. I thought we all lived in the same free country,” she said, hoping the rest of the town wasn’t so narrow minded. “Anyway, I need to get to the post office.”
S he excused herself and headed to the post office to talk to Sadie. Shame he was so shallow. On first glance, he was an attractive man, but it was obvious by his personality that this attractiveness was only skin deep.
After stopping in the post office, Kristin went over to the market, stocking up on some supplies, and then rejoined Molly. “I got you some treats,” she smiled, and patted the dog on her head. “Why don’t we find a place for you to relieve yourself, and then we’ll head to our new home, girl.” The thump, thump, thump of her dog’s otter-like tail hit the seat of the truck.
She was grateful to have Molly. She would have been lost without her. She patiently listened to her ramble on, cry, and s at with her through it all. She was getting old and her stride was a little slower, but she was healthy and strong. Molly was just over ten years old, and the best friend she ever had.
Kristin ’s twenty-seventh birthday had just passed, but there was no celebration, just a quiet night at home with Molly, and a dart thrown at a wall to determine her new location. Chester Hills, Wyoming won.
There weren’t any traffic lights in town, which brought home just how small of a place this was. Just a four way stop and old brick and stick built buildings that were older than she was. Pulling out the map that the realtor had given her, she double checked her directions, and then started her truck.
Everything she wanted was with her – she left everything else behind. Things held no value anymore, and except for a few trinkets and her computer, she’d only packed clothes and odds and ends that make life easier. The cabin came fully furnished, so she didn’t need to worry about kitchenware, she simply needed food.
Backing up, she pulled her truck out into the road. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shallow Ty Addison coming out of a small shop. That man was a menace to society with his narrow-minded ways. How dare he assume just because I’m from New Jersey, that I’d be a certain way. Some people , she huffed.
Ty watched Kristin’s truck move down the road. Glancing down, he noticed her license plate, another east coaster, coming to use up his land and then go on their way.
She found a tall man, somewhere near his late thirties, petting Molly’s head, which was still happily out the window.
“Hey,” she said, walking around.
“Howdy,” he smiled, “Ty Addison,” he offered his hand.
“ Kristin Shaw, it’s nice to meet you.”
“What brings you to Chester Hills?”
“Change of pace,” she said. “Would you be so kind as to point me to the post office?”
“Just two doors down that way,” he said pointing. “Where are you from?” He wasn’t sure he wanted her to leave just yet. She was a pretty girl, her eyes were blue like the sky, her hair lightened from the sun, a soft blonde with streaks.
“New Jersey.”
“Oh,” his voice went flat.
“Not a fan?”
“Not especially, most east coasters that come out this way don’t respect the land and nature. They come out here, take what they want, tramp around like some tourist looking for a ghost town, and…” he stopped himself. “Yeah, let’s just say we haven’t had the best experience with you folk.”
“So we’re all the same, no benefit of the doubt?”
“Haven’t met many Easterner’s I’ve been fond of. Most want to buy up the land and turn this place into something it’s not. This is my home, not some amusement park. Your type should just stick to your crowded cities and highways.”
“ My type? I apologize to have inconvenienced your life by coming out west. I thought we all lived in the same free country,” she said, hoping the rest of the town wasn’t so narrow minded. “Anyway, I need to get to the post office.”
S he excused herself and headed to the post office to talk to Sadie. Shame he was so shallow. On first glance, he was an attractive man, but it was obvious by his personality that this attractiveness was only skin deep.
After stopping in the post office, Kristin went over to the market, stocking up on some supplies, and then rejoined Molly. “I got you some treats,” she smiled, and patted the dog on her head. “Why don’t we find a place for you to relieve yourself, and then we’ll head to our new home, girl.” The thump, thump, thump of her dog’s otter-like tail hit the seat of the truck.
She was grateful to have Molly. She would have been lost without her. She patiently listened to her ramble on, cry, and s at with her through it all. She was getting old and her stride was a little slower, but she was healthy and strong. Molly was just over ten years old, and the best friend she ever had.
Kristin ’s twenty-seventh birthday had just passed, but there was no celebration, just a quiet night at home with Molly, and a dart thrown at a wall to determine her new location. Chester Hills, Wyoming won.
There weren’t any traffic lights in town, which brought home just how small of a place this was. Just a four way stop and old brick and stick built buildings that were older than she was. Pulling out the map that the realtor had given her, she double checked her directions, and then started her truck.
Everything she wanted was with her – she left everything else behind. Things held no value anymore, and except for a few trinkets and her computer, she’d only packed clothes and odds and ends that make life easier. The cabin came fully furnished, so she didn’t need to worry about kitchenware, she simply needed food.
Backing up, she pulled her truck out into the road. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shallow Ty Addison coming out of a small shop. That man was a menace to society with his narrow-minded ways. How dare he assume just because I’m from New Jersey, that I’d be a certain way. Some people , she huffed.
Ty watched Kristin’s truck move down the road. Glancing down, he noticed her license plate, another east coaster, coming to use up his land and then go on their way.
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