No. Time to get out of here.

I looked around and decided I had better not. While Farmer Tom seemed nice, there is no way of knowing what he would do if he found me snooping in his house.

I quickly found the edge of the ranch. A low steel cattle gate that led onto a dirt road into a deep forest. I opened the gate and headed out onto the road very happy to be away from the ranch.

The forest was filled with the sounds of birds and insects, the road covered in dirt and stones. It wasn't long until I found myself out of sight of the ranch, and at a fork in the road. One way it looked like the main road had been washed out.

I could cross it, but I'd probably end up soaking my shoes and legs. The other way is a hunting trail leading deeper into the woods. I could either get soaked, or go deeper into the woods.