His back ached, his head hurt and he felt like shit. Shifting his stance, Luke pulled away from the fence and stretched tall. There had been a few cars passing by today, but Luke was far enough away from the road that no one had stopped to ask him what the hell he was doing rooted to the same spot for hours. Luke tracked the car’s progress by its headlights as it left the town and made its way up into the mountain. Where he had been able to see things clearly a few short minutes before, now everything was blurring in the deep grey-blue smudge of evening light. Leaning against the fence, he stared down at the town nestled in the V of the valley caused by Ellery Mountain and Mercury Peak. Not all the time his dad had been alive anyway. Coming here, to Ellery, to the place he’d called home for the first eighteen years of his life, was something he had never thought he would do. The evening was drawing in, and with it the familiar coolness of a fall night in the mountains, and if he wasn’t careful he would get caught in the regular evening rain he remembered from his childhood. His cell was in the car with a dead battery and he never wore a watch. Only the darkening sky told Luke Fitzgerald what time it was.
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