Epilogue
“Tyler, where the f**k are you?” I closed the front door behind me and put my dirty gloves on the side table. A long day of harvesting was over, and a barbecue and bonfire were happening at that very moment. It was a way to thank all the people who came out to help us every year. We’d gotten a good crop of pumpkins this season, just in time for Halloween.
Tyler had fit in well with the community. No one blinked an eye at our relationship. We were accepted as hardworking, honest men, carrying on Ben Cotter’s legacy. I could only be happy about that.
When we took time away to go mountain climbing and hiking, which we both loved, some of the locals kept an eye on things for us. It was good for us to have time to ourselves to explore the world, strengthen our skills, expand our int
