Chapter 7

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He goes to the lot of high grass and strips out of his clothes for the next two days before it rains. It’s his private place, I realize. Solace from the chaos of the city. A country field or pasture area that maybe reminds him of Oklahoma and his cattle ranch. Naked peacefulness away from Stockton County. A place he can call his own. The cowboy’s hideaway. The place where he snoozes away the hot afternoons on a blanket, among the blades of thick, green-and-yellow grass, napping, resting…something.