12
Jared drove into Catahoula Creek, slowing down as he passed through the downtown strip. For a town, it was pathetic.
A grocery s***h pharmacy. Two small restaurants. A school made of three whole buildings. A gas station. A bar. Feed store s***h hardware store. A few retail spaces.
That was pretty much the whole of it, with houses dotted here and there.
Jared stopped his cherry-red Chevy, turned around. He drove through town again, imagining how his business would take over.
They’d buy every business owner out for cheap, blackmailing those that tried to say no. They’d flatten all the existing structures, save maybe the school. No money to be had there.
They’d raise gleaming new buildings, all costing as little as possible. Then they’d get a farmer to sell them the land they needed
