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Hearing hi hih the house

“What are you doing, Daddy? I’ll cook in here!”

He turns, s as he takes me by both elbows and kisses my forehead

“I don’t want you worrying, Faith But there’s been talk of drifters in the area, apast

Not with fear, but with the intensity of -held fantasy

A stranger, a realme in his arms and-

“Faith? Are you even listening to me?” he asks, confused by my sudden smile and faraway look

“I don’t want you going outside after dark or opening the door to anyone, Y’hear? Plus there’s a stor in case you didn’t notice Sheriff Brodie’s number’s by the phone and you have et ready”

“What about the Air-con guy?” I hearpetulant “Can he come inside?”

“Very funny, Faith, Now I have to-”

But it’s too late, I’ what he would look like

I tell myself I can open all the doors and s once Dad leaves Let the evening breeze come in and freshen the place up

I’ve never heard of any drifters around these partsto politely frighten ht

Locking hter

Preacher’s daughter

But all he’s really done is set ination ablaze

On fire with a ht look like, what he ht wear

How he ht take me

He’d be an olderup on looks alone But he’d be perfect hi it

He’d have a lifetime of experience, and it would show

Successful,it Rich, but not showy He’s a self-made etting it

He’s tall, well over six feet, and has dark hair Enough to grab handfuls of