[ Going where the work shows up has led him to so many different places it boggles his mind sometimes. There really isn't much separation from person to person. Guy A hires him as a day worker a few times, doesn't need him anymore, but Guy A knows Guy B's in need of some extra help and sends him over that way.. and so on and so forth. Sometimes he gets lost in it and loses track of state lines. The northwest doesn't really help much either by way of scenery. Fields, some mountains, more fields.. endless backroads and rivers.
Honestly, most of the farms in Hope County look practically identical. A man named Kellett hired him for the week doing odd jobs around the property- mending some fences, baling hay, tending to the cattle and a few random horses. Hopefully there are a few more opportunities for work nearby so he doesn't have to worry about hitchhiking to the nearest city immediately. It's a worry for another day.
Mr. Kellett, or Lewis as he'd told Nick several times, said the only thing worth doing in Fall's End was to visit the bar.
The Spread Eagle.
Well.. That's certainly a choice that was made.
Nick slides up to an empty spot at the bar and orders whatever they have on special, thanking the bartender with the tips of his fingers on his chin, with the same motion as blowing a kiss. As he sips his beer, he takes a look around the modest bar, its dim lighting throwing most things in shadow. Locals mill about, having conversations and flitting from one group to the next. It's easy to tell that this is a small community that knows everybody and everything that happens. When Nick's attention flicks back, he catches the eye of someone. Not just someone, he notices. Law enforcement. Watching him, or just a coincidence? Not like he's done anything to be concerned about.
Either way, he offers a smile and tips his beer bottle towards him. Cheers. ]
@violenti
Honestly, most of the farms in Hope County look practically identical. A man named Kellett hired him for the week doing odd jobs around the property- mending some fences, baling hay, tending to the cattle and a few random horses. Hopefully there are a few more opportunities for work nearby so he doesn't have to worry about hitchhiking to the nearest city immediately. It's a worry for another day.
Mr. Kellett, or Lewis as he'd told Nick several times, said the only thing worth doing in Fall's End was to visit the bar.
The Spread Eagle.
Well.. That's certainly a choice that was made.
Nick slides up to an empty spot at the bar and orders whatever they have on special, thanking the bartender with the tips of his fingers on his chin, with the same motion as blowing a kiss. As he sips his beer, he takes a look around the modest bar, its dim lighting throwing most things in shadow. Locals mill about, having conversations and flitting from one group to the next. It's easy to tell that this is a small community that knows everybody and everything that happens. When Nick's attention flicks back, he catches the eye of someone. Not just someone, he notices. Law enforcement. Watching him, or just a coincidence? Not like he's done anything to be concerned about.
Either way, he offers a smile and tips his beer bottle towards him. Cheers. ]