Arvada, Wyoming

"Hi Paul." Farrah drawled as she exited the corner store, her paper grocery bag cradled in her arms.

He rolled his eyes as he humored his sister's friend. "How's it going, Farrah?" He tapped his cigarette, still leaning against the wall, looking ahead at the open field of golden stalks in front of him. A soft breeze shifted the clouds closer to the town.

She rocked on the balls of her feet, smiling mischievously. "Did you find someone to buy the plot?"

He scoffed. "No, no one wants to move to the middle of nowhere."

She snickered.

He glanced at her, curiosity sparking in his eyes. Attempting to mask it, he took a drag. "What?"

"The new family." She teased as she shifted the bag onto her hip.

Paul stomped out his cigarette and stepped forward, taking the bag from her. They walked side by side down the dirt road.

"Why're you talking like that?" He inquired.

She ignored him. "You haven't met them yet? There are only thirty three people in this town, how have you not met them? Everyone's met them already." She skipped ahead, picked up a rock, and tossed it at Paul's feet. He didn't even flinch anymore. He stopped.

He narrowed his eyes skeptically. "What're you planning?"

She ran back up to him and grabbed the bag out of his arms. "Thanks, bye!" She yelled behind her as she ran to her house at the end of the street.

Paul shook his head as he walked down the adjacent street, hoping to get home soon before it rained.