“The instructions were good. Their route took them through Shere Neck, which was bigger than Lori had expected, and on down an unmarked road that in theory led to Midian. ‘Why d’you wanna go there?’ the diner owner had wanted to know. ‘Nobody goes there anymore. It’s empty.’ ‘I’m writing an article on the gold rush,’ Sheryl had replied, an enthusiastic liar. ‘She’s sightseeing.’ ‘Some sight,’ came the response. The remark had been made ironically, but it was truer than its speaker had known. It ...was late afternoon, the light golden on the gravel road, when the town came into view, and until they were in the streets themselves they were certain this could not be the right place, because what ghost town ever looked so welcoming? Once out of the sun, however, that impression changed. There was something forlornly romantic about the deserted houses, but finally the sight was dispiriting and not a little eerie. Seeing the place, Lori’s first thought was: ‘Why would Boone come here?’ Her second: ‘He didn’t come of his own volition.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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