You know I saw him over there before but I didn't think anybody was living in a that old house.
I get up early go for my walk the first time I saw him he was just watching me. I look back nodded my head in a neighbourly hello.
Then, he was standing under this big old oak that stands on north corner dividing our properties. I'm renting my house to give me somewhere out of the way to write.
The fence that is there is old and falling down. I wasn't trying to pay or get attention but somethings just grabs it. He was resting on his left hip rocking back and forth. He reached down broke off piece of that old wheat straw, you know that, that was used to sweep yards way back. Then he picked up an stick breaking it in pieces.
I kept walking acting like I wasn't watching him watching me.
I was scared at first because he just stood there looking. From there I could see he wasn't very tall
about 5" 6, 5" 7. I couldn't exactly see his face but from there he wasn't bad looking.
I usually do a sprint on the fence row that's about a half a mile up giving me a mile walk.
I've been here for a year and they put the old lady that lived there in the nursing home leaving the house empty.
The house was old but...