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It was Thursday morning. The air was still cool, the sky dotted with puffy white clouds. By the afternoon, hotels and restaurants would be filling up with tourists having arrived for a long weekend of rafting, Jeep tours, hiking, and mountain biking. A few of the stores already had their doors open, some with items set out on the sidewalk for early shoppers. The parking lot of the diner was mostly full, and driving down Main Avenue, Carl could see a few patrons sitting in the other cafes and coffee shops.
Taking the roads to the feed store that Samantha frequented, he parked a block away and watched as a couple of young men loaded hay into the back of a truck. Not Samantha’s, but then he guessed with a farm the size of the Springs that she ordered huge amounts at one time. Knowing the
