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Chapters (85)
  1. BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY
  2. ONE
  3. Rosey
  4. TWO
  5. Byron
  6. THREE
  7. Rosey
  8. FOUR
  9. Byron
  10. FIVE
  11. Rosey
  12. SIX
  13. Byron
  14. SEVEN
  15. Rosey
  16. EIGHT
  17. Rosey
  18. NINE
  19. Byron
  20. TEN
  21. Rosey
  22. ELEVEN
  23. Byron
  24. TWELVE
  25. Rosey
  26. THIRTEEN
  27. Byron
  28. FOURTEEN
  29. Rosey
  30. FIFTEEN
  31. Rosey
  32. SIXTEEN
  33. Byron
  34. SEVENTEEN
  35. Rosey
  36. EIGHTEEN
  37. Byron
  38. NINETEEN
  39. Rosey
  40. TWENTY
  41. Rosey
  42. TWENTY-ONE
  43. Byron
  44. TWENTY-TWO
  45. Byron
  46. TWENTY-THREE
  47. Rosey
  48. TWENTY-FOUR
  49. Rosey
  50. TWENTY-FIVE
  51. Byron
  52. TWENTY-SIX
  53. Rosey
  54. TWENTY-SEVEN
  55. Byron
  56. TWENTY-EIGHT
  57. Rosey
  58. TWENTY-NINE
  59. Byron
  60. THIRTY
  61. Rosey
  62. THIRTY-ONE
  63. Rosey
  64. THIRTY-TWO
  65. Byron
  66. THIRTY-THREE
  67. Rosey
  68. THIRTY-FOUR
  69. Rosey
  70. THIRTY-FIVE
  71. Byron
  72. THIRTY-SIX
  73. Rosey
  74. THIRTY-SEVEN
  75. Byron
  76. THIRTY-EIGHT
  77. Byron
  78. EPILOGUE
  79. A month later – New York City
  80. 14 months later - Star Falls
  81. MR. MAYFAIR
  82. Beck
  83. Beck
  84. Stella
  85. BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY

Going to the only bar in town, if you don’t count the Snowdrop Inn—which I don’t—isn’t something I’ve done since I’ve been back in town. And apparently, it’s been noticed. I should have known my every move in Star Falls would be carefully catalogued, but I’ve had other things on my mind—like the fact I’m sinking my entire fortune into the Colorado Club.

When I asked Hart McEvoy, the Club’s general manager, why we weren’t getting more local applicants for all the jobs we’re advertising, he informed me that there’s still local hostility toward the Club. We have hundreds of positions to fill, and although many of them have been taken by people from across the state who will live in staff housing, I need local people to be part of the Club, too. They’ll be more reliable and less likely to leave.

It irritates the shit out of me that people are being so short-sighted.

I’m here, bringing jobs, bringing life to the town, and people still find a reason to bitch and moan. I need to win them over. My worn jeans and new boots are part of my I’m-a-local-guy persona. I grew up here. I am local. It just doesn’t feel like it, since I’ve been away almost half my life. New York feels like it’s always been home. Star Falls is just the name of a place on my passport that reminds me where I was born.

I lace up my shoes, lock up. Not that there’s any danger of a burglary in Star Falls. It’s dark out and I can only just see the tops of the familiar mountains I know cut through the clear sky all around me.

The one thing New York City doesn’t have is a sky like the one over Star Falls. The fucking stars always get to me. Every time. Even when I lived here and had never seen another sky, I knew the one I was born under was special. It never gets fully dark here because of all the goddamn stars. There’s no doubt it’s beautiful.

I slide into my truck and head the mile into town toward Grizzly’s. I just want to show my face. And maybe accidently run into a few people. Star Falls understood what an influencer was long before social media was born. I figure if I can get certain big personalities in town on board with the Colorado Club, the “local resistance” will melt away and Hart will have people lining up for all the jobs we have to fill.