Nate really disliked the sound of the voice on the other end of the line. He’d known the unknown number calling him would be Oscar, and he’d quickly left the chickens to peck at their feed. He probably had twenty minutes before someone would notice he wasn’t with the horses, and even then, he could simply say he’d taken a walk.
He was allowed to walk.
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