“That’s morbid.” He laughs. “What about where you grew up?”
“Eagle River,” I say. “I lived in town, so I never saw any close up like this.”
“Weird,” he murmurs.
“What?”
“That some people don’t see wildlife like this. There’s turkeys ’round here sometimes too.”
“Well, there’s petting zoos, but I don’t know if you can really call that wildlife anymore.”
“Yeah, don’t get me started on those.”
I chuckle.
“Told you. It’s a different world down here.” The closest town barely has a population of two thousand people. There’s a church, grocery store, Dollar General, small health clinic, feed mill, gas station, diner, and school. Everyone knows everyone, and the old ladies who sing at church run the rumor mill. It’s absolutely nothing like home, which terrifies yet comforts me. It’s the ulti
