for saffron

He hadn't slept in his hut, he couldn't, but he needed to go back for his things. He needed to change his clothes. He needed a book. He...needed to spend as little time as possible here right now.

He got his things and came out to the porch, staring off at the orchard and turning his attention to the goats in the pasture. There was no way John would have ever really liked it here. Shit, most of the time Jack didn't really like it. It was simply his life now. He'd gotten used to it.