Chapter 4

“No connection with the forest when you walk in now?” I murmured and typed.

“Naw,” Max muttered with a slow shake of his head. “Just feels like another trashed-out building.”

“Uh-oh, not good.”

“Can you fix it?” Max asked, this time his head and eyes turned toward me for a second.

“We’ll see.” I knew promises made before I found out what we had to work with and what Max’s budget was were worthless. “So you own Greene’s Outdoors?”

“Yeah. Sports equipment, raft trips, fly fishin’, huntin’, you name it.”

“You like running the store?”

“It’s okay. I get outside a lot of the time.”

Discussion died with his reticence and the change in topography. The road leading up to the cabin was abominable. I was afraid I was going to lose teeth as the truck lurched and rocked like a ship in a bad storm. I hung on for life with the handhold above the window. Max was right. My little car would have been challenged by the driveway. It would probably have face-planted in the first gully.