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Walker drove around for a while before turning onto an abandoned country road. He drove as far as it would allow him to go. He parked at the camping spot where he’d come with Sawyer a couple of years back. Sawyer and Remy had been battling their own demons, clawing like hell to find their way back to each other.
He grabbed the two beers that he’d bought on the way over. He locked his phone and wallet in the glove box, and began the short but steep hike up the canyon to Satchell Creek.
He needed to think. He hadn’t been able to come up with a better spot to do it, so he decided to borrow Sawyer’s old brooding spot. They’d come up here together as teenagers, to camp out, drink, and get away from their father. After their mother had passed, they’d come up here to scream their frustratio
