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He would be in his regular post at this time. He only leaves if Wayne calls him for something important and during dinner. I was right. He was where I usually found him. He didn't say a word when he saw me. I stood beside him and watched the scenery in front of us. Sunset. I cleared my throat. "I wanted to say sorry. You know, about the sticks."I reminded him although I have an idea why he's upset. "It's fine. I understand why you did it." He replied. He doesn't sound upset. "I didn't tell you because I was sure you'd tell Wayne. I thought it was better you didn't know." I confessed. "I helped you and If I knew, I still would help. It was effective and impressive." He shared his honesty. I sighed. "I think you've never been to death valley but I have. It was more awful than my wor