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    wander. It didn’t take long before a vision came to his mind: a face with deep eyes and thick brown hair and lips that just begged to be kissed. “Cliff.” The word escaped his lips before he could stop it.

    Forcing the image from his mind, he tried to concentrate on something else, someone else, anyone else, but it wasn’t working, and things started going downhill from there. His mind wouldn’t cooperate and neither would the shower, because the water started going cold. He was just getting out of the shower when he heard his mother call. Putting a towel around his waist, he cracked open the door. “Yes?” He heard her on the phone, and then she hung up.

    “That was Janelle. She said to stop by Cliff’s in the morning but not too early.” That was really strange. Farmers were early risers; they had to be in order to get the work done while they had the sun.

    “Okay. Thank you.” He closed the door and finished drying off before hanging up his towel and putting on the sweats and T-shirt. After making sure he’d left the bathroom clean—his mother had trained him well—he went out and found his mom still in the living room. Saying good night, he went to his room and climbed into bed.
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    LEN pulled up in front of the Laughton family farm at about nine in the morning, thinking that wasn’t early by farm standards, and parked near the barn where he saw a few other vehicles. No one seemed to be around, but he heard a tractor and other equipment in the distance and figured that the other men were already working.
    Walking across the yard, he noticed how different things were from his last visit, before Ruby died. “Jesus, what in the hell is wrong?” Even to his eyes, things didn’t look right at all.

    The yard around the house hadn’t been mowed in what must have been weeks; the grass was so tall. The buildings looked in good shape, but the rest of the place looked a little neglected.
    Walking along the path, he knocked on the kitchen door and waited.
After a few minutes, he knocked again. Finally, he heard footsteps inside and the door opened.
“Yeah.”
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you needed some help.” Cliff looked terrible: dark circles under his eyes, drawn complexion, sallow skin. Nothing like the man Len remembered. “Oh, yeah.” Cliff ran his fingers through his long, shaggy hair.
“Come on in.” He moved to open the door farther but stopped, and Len saw a pair of eyes and a head of light hair peek out from behind his legs.
    “I’m Len, and you must be Geoff.” The little boy stuck his thumb in his mouth and nodded before hiding again. Cliff picked up the little boy, who was still in his pajamas, and then opened the door wide enough to let Len inside.
    The kitchen was a mess: dishes in the sink and stuff all over the table. It wasn’t particularly dirty, just a cluttered mess, like Cliff didn’t know what to do with everything. What the hell was wrong with the man? He led Len through to the living room, which wasn’t much better than the kitchen, except this room was filled with toys of every description, all over everything. “Sorry about the mess.” He moved the toys off one of the chairs and sat down. Len did the same.
    “So, Len, how have you been?”
“So-so. I was working at the Ford dealership until yesterday.” He handed Cliff his letter of recommendation. “Janelle said you needed some help.” “I do. I lost the man who ran the barn a few weeks ago and haven’t been able to find anyone.”
    More like haven’t had the gumption to look. Len kept that to himself, although he desperately wanted to say it. “I’ve worked with horses, and I can ride. Growing up I didn’t have the money for riding lessons, so I worked for them.” Worked hard too.
    He