Chapter Five
It wasn't long before Michael and Cleon were back at the entrance to the Last Stand Inn cabin.
"Thanks for the tour, Cleon," Michael said cheerfully. He enjoyed being with Cleon. It was like being with family. Maybe because they had similar backgrounds. Cleon also was an only child. Cleon had once been a police officer. That is, until his elderly parents needed some help running the Last Stand Adventure Park and the Last Stand Inn. That was where the similarities ended.
Michael knew he could not make such a drastic change, at least not now...for sure! He had to keep moving and he was driven to help others. He needed it and he loved it. He knew there was nothing more satisfying than helping the helpless. One man can make a difference! he thought. Michael was already beginning to feel a stirring restlessness. He knew it wouldn't be long until he was back on the road again.
"Let me get your room key, so you can get settled in," suggested Cleon. "I can give you a shot gun, tin cans and pebbles for some target practice out back, if you like. I'd like to see how a 'McGafferty graduate' handles a gun these days," Cleon added with a chuckle.
"That would be great," Michael replied.
Michael followed Cleon into the cabin and returned with a gun and a large plastic bag. He headed directly to Kitt.
Cleon came out of the cabin shortly afterwards. He waved to Michael and continued walking through the parking lot and across the street.