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In small towns it wasn't uncommon for most residents to know most of the others and if one didn't know another then they would certainly know someone who did. By the standards of small towns, Coldwell could be considered large, but it's isolation served to draw it's people together. Nestled deep in the mountains there wasn't much else to preoccupy one's mind outside of idle gossip and school sports games. And because of this isolation word traveled quite quickly.
High school was long behind him and Kodak Beiler was more than happy to leave it there. Vague gossip and nasty rumors congealed in the fluorescent halls of the school buildings like an infection you can't quite shake, following you like a shadow until graduation if you were lucky. Kodak wasn't lucky but couldn't bring himself to care. After all, the forests and the mountains did not care about loose lips.
Marking down the final campsite on his map he looked around with weary satisfaction. It was set several miles away from the trail entrance, marking the end of the more popular trails so it really should have come as no surprise how trashed it was. Kodak almost considered closing the site and a few others but as the days warmed the townsfolk would trundle along the trails without care and the more isolated sites seemed to be most popular. Next time he would have his brothers clean up after the less considerate campers. Wherever they had wandered off to this time.
Kodak paused, looking around the narrow trail as he finally noticed how still the forest had become. Unnaturally still. So far out the silence was discomforting. Frowning he shouldered his pack and hurried back to his store front. He would radio his brothers there and together they could hopefully have everything ready in time for the season.
High school was long behind him and Kodak Beiler was more than happy to leave it there. Vague gossip and nasty rumors congealed in the fluorescent halls of the school buildings like an infection you can't quite shake, following you like a shadow until graduation if you were lucky. Kodak wasn't lucky but couldn't bring himself to care. After all, the forests and the mountains did not care about loose lips.
Marking down the final campsite on his map he looked around with weary satisfaction. It was set several miles away from the trail entrance, marking the end of the more popular trails so it really should have come as no surprise how trashed it was. Kodak almost considered closing the site and a few others but as the days warmed the townsfolk would trundle along the trails without care and the more isolated sites seemed to be most popular. Next time he would have his brothers clean up after the less considerate campers. Wherever they had wandered off to this time.
Kodak paused, looking around the narrow trail as he finally noticed how still the forest had become. Unnaturally still. So far out the silence was discomforting. Frowning he shouldered his pack and hurried back to his store front. He would radio his brothers there and together they could hopefully have everything ready in time for the season.