Here's the second chapter, please enjoy!
(I need to stop writing these in one in the morning…)

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Pam coughed, "Sorry about that kid, she just doesn't run like she used to, truth be told, I expected us to break down about 30 miles ago, good thing she held, huh?" She gave a dry chuckle as the doors swung open. Francis grabbed his bags and suitcase, thanked Pam, and walked down the ramp to the outside, it felt good to walk again.

As he stretched, he noticed a woman approaching him, she had to be in her early 40's and was average height, but well built. 'Probably involved in some sort of trade skill.' Francis thought as he watched the woman approach him, her orange hair bouncing behind her, tied in a pony-tail.

"Hi!" She gave him a bright smile. "You must be Francis right?" He gave a curt nod in reply.

"Yep."

"Good, right on time." She looked over Francis's shoulder to see bus, smoke coming out of it and gave a quick wave to Pam as she came down the ramp. "Here, let me help you with your bags and I'll show you to your farm, Lewis is there already, tidying up."

Before Francis could even say anything, the woman had grabbed his suitcase and started walking away. She turned around to face him, "Well, hurry up." He nodded quickly and trailed behind her.

"I'm Robin, by the way." She said over her shoulder.

"Francis." He replied curtly.

"Not one much for words?" Leah replied looking at him as they walked down the trail.

Francis felt his face turn red as he realized he's probably been sounding rude. "No, it's not that, I'm sorry. Just been crazy the past couple of days plus the long bus ride, I'm just a little tired, that's all."

Robin nodded, "I understand, Pam isn't always the greatest of company. Once Lewis settles everything, you'll be able to crash for the rest of the day and start fresh tomorrow. Ah, we're here."

They rounded a bend and for the first time since he was a kid, Francis saw his grandfather's farm. It was clear that the farm hadn't been used in a while. The field was completely overgrown with weeds, rocks, trees, and other debris. He craned his neck a bit more and noticed that the small greenhouse had completely fallen apart over the years and as he looked, his grandfather's small house had weathered a bit. His stomach began to churn again, 'Oh, man… How am I going to pull this off…"

Robin saw the look of worry on Francis's face, "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll take time to get used to. I was a little girl when your grandfather started his farm, he was exactly like you, no experience at all, but I'm sure you remember how successful his farm became over time."

Francis knew Robin was just trying to make him feel better, but it didn't really help. "Yeah…"

"Well, common," urged Robin, "Lewis is waiting," She started walking towards the house, with Francis trailing behind her.

They came to the door of the house and Robin knocked on the door, which promptly swung open. "Ah! Robin, I'm glad to see you bought our new farmer!"

An older gentleman stood at the entrance of the door, beaming at Robin and Francis. "Well, come in, come in."

Francis followed Robin into the house and looked around. It was much emptier than it was once his grandfather used to live here. The house contained an open, single-room, with a bed to the left, the kitchen to the right, and some chairs and a table in the middle. A small corner of the room that offered any privacy was the bathroom. Despite everything looking clean, it still smelled a bit musty.

The old man smiled at him, "You must be Francis, son. Pleasure to meet you, my name is Lewis and I'm the mayor of the lovely village." Finished Lewis as he extended his hand which Francis promptly shook.

"Pleasure is mine, sir." Replied Francis.

"Don't call me that, you'll make me feel old… or older than am I." Said Lewis in response, earning him an eye roll from Robin, as she placed his bags.

Lewis sighed, "Your grandfather was a great friend of mine and was surely missed when he passed away. I was beginning to plan on tearing this property down when you gave me that call."

Francis nodded, "Yeah, I'm glad I called, I need to get out of that city."

Lewis agreed with that and waved goodbye to Robin as she mentioned something about renovation. But Francis wasn't paying attention. 'I was that close to losing my only chance of leaving the city? I'd better make the most of it."

"Now, before I let you on your way, there are somethings I need to talk to you about." Which launched the two of them into a several hour discussion about housing, the town, and the farm. By the time he had finished and taken his leave, it was early afternoon and Francis decided it was a good idea to get a good night's rest. He walked onto the porch before retiring for the day when he noticed a sign, faded and worn. But even in the condition it was in. He knew that sign by heart.

"Settler's Way Farm."

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There you go, the second chapter! Thank you very much for your time!