Chapter 29
BAR LEFT FOR work a few minutes early on Monday morning, fully expecting he’d have to get Ryman roused up and moving. When he reached the cottage, Ryman’s truck was already gone. Arriving at the shop, he found it parked in Fergus’s old spot. He stepped into the office to find Muriel at her desk, working through the stack of mail—half condolence cards and half late payment notices—that had piled up while the shop was closed. Ryman sat at his father’s desk, staring at the computer screen and clacking away on the keyboard. Any expectation that Ryman was getting his act together faded when Bar noticed Ryman’s attire: the full cub hunting kit, with his tweed jacket hung over the back of his chair.
“Going hunting today?” Bar asked. “Not even gonna stick around the shop and pretend l
