SON OF A PREACHER MAN …Dario didn’t want to let the stranger go. Other than Ruby, this man was the only person he had spoken with all day. “Will you tell me your name?” The man stretched out his free hand. “Shawn Pederson.” Dario took it, surprised by the way the other man held his hand.
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SON OF A PREACHER MAN CHAPTER 1 A man in reasonable health with fifteen minutes to spare could walk across Crows Landing without breaking a sweat. Give the man in question an extra twenty minutes, and he could knock on the door of every house in the town, introduce himself, meet the family, accept a graciously offered glass of water, and turn down an invitation to dinner for later that night. When Dario Russo had been sixteen, he had gone to each one of those homes and knocked on each one of those doors, looking for work. He had done everything from cleaning chicken coops to mowing lawns, and never had more than a few dollars to show for it at the end of the day. He was quite sure that if he approached those doors now, he would see the same faces, only slightly changed by the passage of thirty years.
SON OF A PREACHER MAN Or maybe those faces wouldn’t have changed at all. Nothing else in Crows Landing had. If ever there had been a place where time stopped, or just passed over completely, it was Crows Landing, California.
SON OF A PREACHER MAN been kicked up to his face. He wasn’t used to the heat, though he’d grow accustomed to it soon. He absently unscrewed the lid from his bottle of water and took a deep drink of the warm, dull water. It didn’t taste good, and it wasn’t very satisfying, but it did coat his dry tongue and wash away the feeling of dust there. Nothing inside the church moved. Chances were good that the door was locked, barring entrance to anybody who didn’t have the right to be there.
SON OF A PREACHER MAN “I know. I told you…” “You can’t just leave like that. That’s not how it works. That’s not how adults behave.” “I told you, I have a job.” “You turned down three other jobs to work in the middle of nowhere nearly a thousand miles away. You couldn’t even take the time say good-bye?” “I didn’t want it to turn into a fight.” Or rather, another fight.
SON OF A PREACHER MAN “No, Dario.” Ruby sighed, and now he didn’t think her eyes were flashing anymore. She sounded as tired as he felt. “It changes everything. When you’re in a relationship with somebody, you just don’t do whatever the hell you want and expect the other person to just accept that. I don’t know why I called. I guess I was hoping it was some sort of mistake.” A single white puff of cloud floated in front of the sun, momentarily casting both Dario and the church in a shadow. He blinked, and the church looked normal again. Not shining with any great, awesome light. He even noticed that a few of the flowers were wilting on the side of the building, and there were patches of brown in the grass.