Caz and Bull set their instruments to one side.

“I…yes. Between working in the grocery and the roadhouse, I speak with a lot of tourists. They share what they’d like to see or feel is missing.”

“Perfect. Let’s hear it, champ,” Bull said.

Shyness gone, she laid out what she’d heard, point by point. Logically. Concisely.

Gabe stared at her. After a second, he cleared his throat. “You are amazingly good at analyzing this business stuff.”

She shrugged. “It’s what I do for a living.”

“All right then. The greatest demand seems to be for more eating and lodging options.” Bull rubbed his hands together. “People who want to open restaurants and B&Bs will be my first priority. I’ve had inquiries on the small hotel building, too. I’ll sweeten a deal to get that moving.”

“Audrey said Rescue needs recreational choices other than shopping. We could clean up the lakeside park,” Caz said.

“That would be great.” She frowned at the lake. “I noticed fishermen aren’t always men, and often have their families with them. Maybe put in a playground?”

“Perfect,” Gabe said. “That would benefit the tourists and the residents. Best of all worlds.”

“How about advertising to attract people?” Bull asked.

Caz frowned. “Maybe hold off on spending until we have more infrastructure.”

“Agreed,” Gabe said.

“Social media is free, though. We could try to get the town’s name out that way.” Audrey pulled her phone from her pocket and held it up in front of her. “People take selfies all the time. We could give them a selfie site. Like the ones that have a statue of an animal to take a picture with.”

“How does a person standing with a bear help us?” Caz asked.

“If the bear has a “Town of Rescue” sign at its feet, you have free advertising whenever pictures show up on Facebook and Instagram. As you beautify Main Street, keep an eye out toward creating interesting—and labeled—photo ops.”

“Damn, you’re good.” Bull grinned. “I’ll get myself a moose statue and put out a sign by the lake with the Bull’s Moose Roadhouse logo.”

“I don’t suppose there are any historic buildings?” Audrey asked.

Caz shook his head. “The closest would have been Pearl’s Roadhouse, but it burned down around World War II. Bull’s was built on the original site.”

Bull stroked his goatee. “I can devote a wall to the town’s history, especially Pearl’s.”

“Good plan,” Gabe said. “Let’s see if the council and businesses will go for having a festival or two. We could use something to pull in Anchorage people between the fishing and ski seasons.”

“Hold on, you guys. There’s too much to remember.” Audrey disappeared into the house and returned with a pen and paper. She quickly listed out their ideas.