Chapter 2
Orr showed his unexpected guest to the extra bedroom where a bunk crouched against one wall reached by a path past a towering stack of boxes, old tack and assorted junk Orr had never managed to sort out or get rid of. There was a small table that could serve as a desk or a nightstand and a rack with hooks was affixed to one wall. A worn easy chair hunkered in one corner, blessedly not stacked with anything. A bare light fixture clung to the dusty ceiling. That was it.
“Pretty utilitarian,” he explained, trying not to sound apologetic. Belatedly, he’d begun to recall the letter he’d received, scanned and set aside since the proposed dates had been two months in the future when it arrived. The enclosed check had come at a time when he really needed a few dollars, and he’d deposit
