It was mid July and Colt sat in the backseat of his motherβs car, bored from the hours of driving.
βLook, kids! Weβre here,β Michelle said as they drove into town. A little diner was on the left and across from it, a hardware store that looked like a barn. βIsnβt this exciting? A fresh new start.β
βAll theyβve got is a hardware store?β Colt looked out the window as they passed, unimpressed with his surroundings. βWelcome to Shitsville, folks.β
βShut up, Colten,β Rylee grumbled fro