“Seriously?”
Roger nodded. He was serious, but Nic didn’t care.
“You really want to go in the woods?”
“I really do. Besides, I want to check out that fence my father saw.”
“Fence?”
“You don’t know about it?”
“Not since I’ve been running the place. Far as I know, it’s just woods.”
Nic followed him through the door behind the desk. It led to an office, which had another door to the outside. There was a bluestone patio which was overgrown with weeds. Moss caked most of the stones and a rotten picket fence framed the square. Piled in the corner were an old, rusted-out firepit and some lawn chairs. On the far side was a shed.
“We use this in the summer. Or we used to anyway, back when we had more guests. Some nights, we’d be full up. Kids, parents, everyone sitting around by the fire at night.”
Nic could not imagine it. The state of disintegration, of disrepair—it was like a testament to the agony this town had endured since its economic spiral.
She followed Roger Booth to the shed. He opened the padlock, and then the doors.
Inside were some gardening tools and equipment. A John Deere lawn mower sat in the corner, thick with dust. A small generator was beside that. Tiki torches rested against a wall.
And hanging just above them was a row of shotguns.
“You gonna give me one of those?” Nic asked. “To shoot the bears?”
“You know how to shoot?” Roger asked.
“I missed that class at my private school.”
Roger smiled. “I was thinking more along this line.”
He handed her a small black canister.
“It’s just pepper spray. Problem is, you gotta get pretty close before it’ll work.”
Nic took the spray, examining the nozzle and trigger. Roger adjusted her into the right position. His hands were stronger than she had thought. His fingers long and lean.
“Like this,” he said. “Point and squeeze.”
“How far will it spray?”
“About six feet.”
Roger stepped away and led them out of the shed. He clicked the padlock back on the doors.
“So if I see a bear, I have to let it charge me and then spray and hope it stops?”
Roger nodded and smiled. “He might get in one good swipe.”
“Okay,” Nic said. “Better maimed than dead, I suppose.”
“Exactly.”
They walked around the fence where there was nothing but open woods. The trees were tall but bare. Nic could tell she would be able to weave through them.
Roger pointed toward the sun.
