THE WILL 22

THE NEXT MORNING AFTER DOING CHORES TOBEY TRYED TO GET AWAY AND GO CHECK SOME THINGS IN TOWN, BUT THE CUSTOMERS FOR HIS HAY BARN KEPT SHOWING UP. FINALLY WHEN HE GOT A BREAK HE TOOK HIS TRUCK OUT SIDE THE GATES. HE SHUT AND LOCKED THE GATES THEN TURNED THE TOWARD TOWN. he went by the real estate office but nobody was there. then he drove to alexis house. a gardner was mowing the lawn when he pulled up but alexis car was gone. aggrivated he got out of the truck and went to the door. peering through the windows he could see a perfect house in side. he tryed the door and the door knob turned in his hand. inside everything was pristene. he walked through the house slowley. it didnt even looked lived in. as he came to the dinning room he was stopped dead in his tracks. on the table lay a 357 smith and wesson pistol, next to it was a air line brochure with a flight to buenos aires circled and in the middle of everything a white, womans shoe with the heel gone. the heel he carried in his pocket fit. next to the shoe was a note addressed to him: i tried but it wouldnt all come together. catch me if you can. tobey was stunned. he stood there stareing at the pile on the table. he folded the note and put it in his pocket. he turnned as if in a fog and walked out the door pulling it closed behind him. at the street curb the sleezy real estate man was setting a sighn on the corner advertiseing the house for sale. in tucson a shapley woman in a snug skirt was boarding a plane travel bag in hand a fresh start lay ahead. on her feet were a new pair of white high heel shoes. she never looked back.