When the sun goes down, we rest. We travel by the mountainous backroads, winding southwest from our little town in northeast Nevada. On our last day, Krista bought a tent from the local sports store, using the cash from her gig at the Four Scoops. Jeff paid alright – 50 cents above minimum, and Krista always made the most. Jeff never made his girls wear a uniform on account of the money. “A little tit for tips,” the old man would say, flashing a yellow smile and laughing till he coughed.
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I truly hope you continue on with the store. It has already hooked me and I'm dying for more. I am in need of a good horror/thriller novel to read. Keep it coming 💜💜
Oh this is so good I can’t wait for more!
I cannot wait for more!!!
Can’t wait to read more.
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As I sit here in Vegas with the worst wind storm in awhile. I hear the windows shaking and doors slamming shut imaging myself along side them.
I can't wait to hear more ❤