“I’d move the RV and tent pitch site farther along the lane, towards the end of our land. I’d put a second cabin site there with a few shops, a restaurant and a small hotel. Then, allow hunting on the other side of the road away from anybody who might get injured.”
“That makes sense,” Apache agreed.
“Does anybody disagree with that?” I asked. “A show of hands if you don’t like these ideas.”
Nobody put their hand up, so I guessed the plans had been approved.
“We’ll require planning permission for your houses, the clubhouse, and the camps. I can start them, but I’ll need your designs first. Rock and I can take you through our portfolio and make any necessary adjustments. If none of you can find a house you like, then we can design one for you,” Apache said.
“That’s fine,” Falcon agreed. His grandfather sent him a smile. There was pride in it, and it made me warm inside. Picking Falcon as VP carried on Apache and Ace’s legacy.
“Okay, we’ll get onto them ASAP. We’ll need to go back out and pick the placements you prefer for the two campsites. Once we have that, I’ll begin designing them,” Apache added.
“That sounds great to me,” I replied.
“I’ve got surveying equipment with me so I can get started on that if you can come with me tomorrow and choose where you want shit,” he continued.
“We’ll go into town and see what empty buildings there are and if anything suits,” Hunter said. Mina flinched, and I knew she’d end up with a baseball cap and dark sunglasses. She’d also be in the middle of the group. Despite not having made a film for several years, she was still recognisable.
“That sounds like a plan,” I agreed.
“I’ll come with you,” Ghost offered, and I nodded.
Falcon
People stared as we walked down the street. I guess we were something worth staring at, especially with our cuts proclaiming us Ortonville.
“Hello,” a woman said as we passed her.
“Hi,” we chorused back, but didn’t stop. I saw an empty shop and pointed at it.
“Any good?” I asked Grace, as it also caught her eye. It had an art sign, which led me to believe this was the former store. We crossed the road, and Grace peered in. The space was wide and long.
“This would be ideal,” Grace said, and I nodded. To my surprise, most of the old equipment, shelving, and stands were still there.
This made it the third potential property we’d found so far. Amberlea had spotted a location that would be appropriate for her to open an event-planning service.
“Hi there, can I help you?” a man asked, and we turned to face him.
“We’re just looking,” I replied.
“I’m Mayor Ross Wheeler.”
“Falcon, and these are my brothers and old ladies,” I said.
Ross offered his hand, and we took it and shook firmly. “You’re moving here? Your cuts say Ortonville.”
“Would it be a problem if we did?” I asked.
“No, I’ve spoken to Drake Michaelson when he came to buy the land. It’s been a while, so I thought you would have changed your minds. Ortonville is pretty community-minded, so it would be nice to have you,” Ross replied.
“Thanks for the welcome. We’re looking at buying properties to run our businesses out of,” I explained.
“If you’d open that again, half the parents would kiss your feet. It’s such a shame it closed; the owner died, and nobody wanted it. Are there any other buildings you’re interested in?” Ross asked.
“Several. We’re staying at the Ortonville Hotel. Why don’t you join our group there this evening for dinner, and we can discussour requirements?” I suggested, glancing at Texas. He nodded in approval.
“That would be great. Would you mind if I brought my husband and daughters?” he inquired. I got the sense he was feeling us out regarding his sexuality. Well, he was in for a shock; none of us gave a fuck about that. Love was love as far as we were concerned.
