CONNOR I get off my truck in a hurry, I really miss my family, my wandering pack of lost wolves. Everything is the same, the Vaugh ranch never losses its charm. Built with noble wood, varnished, wide windows and the old bench on the porch. Rustic, simple and cozy, like the four of us. All is the same way of when I left, my house, my refugee, where my brothers and I grew up and became men. I put down my backpack and I climbed up the porch stairs yelling and no one came to answer the door, where are they? Adam and Hunter don’t live here anymore, but they said they would be at the ranch tonight so we would see each other here, to have a few beers celebrating my return to Portland, then why is the house empty? And the lights are off? I go to the back door that is on our backyard and when I open it a choir of familiar v
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