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“I can’t believe this town hasn’t changed in twenty years.” Chase walked down the sidewalk next to Jerry Duffy, sheriff of Shenandoah.

Jerry was on the older side, approaching sixty, and he smiled at Chase’s comment. “Well, now, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

He adjusted his cowboy hat, bobbing it slightly as a young woman hurried past, entering the dime store.

“Murphey still own this store?” Chase asked the balding sheriff.

“His son runs it now.”

Chase nodded. Murphey’s son, Jackson, was a year older than he was. He’d known him in school.

“New stores in the places of old ones. Not as many people, but not much crime either.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

Jerry nodded. “I have to say, son, I’m glad to see you back. Always thought your family was good and hated to see your parents move away.”

Chase had enjoyed moving away, getting to see the world, or so he’d thought.

It was funny how his world had come full circle. He’d only wanted to escape to the big city, and now, because of his daughter, he was trying to escape back to the small town.