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V. Agreement
“Whoa there, dude. Let's not get all shooty in here, okay? My car ran out of gas, I needed shelter. Your house was closest. That's it. I'm not here to rob you or anything.”
“Well, Merideth, who said you could strut in here?” he asks, saying my name like it's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.
“I thought the house was empty. Besides, the door was unlocked. You basically invited me in. Do you know one of your cows is dead?” I ask as he lowers his gun.
“Yeah. I know. You can stay for now. But you're going to have to help out around here. No free rides. Got it?”
“Yeah. Got it,” I say, grateful for a place to stay.
“Come on. I'll show you where you can sleep,” he says as he puts the gun down just inside the door of his room.
He leads me upstairs and to a bedroom to the right of the stairs.
“It's not, much but it's a bed. Bathroom's over there,” he says, pointing to a door across the hall.
“Thanks for letting me stay.”
“Know how to shoot?” he asks in lieu of responding to my thanks.
“I've never shot a real gun but I did pretty well in archery. Same principle, I guess,” I shrug.
“Knot tying?”
“Some basic hitches is all I know.”
“Do you cook?” he asks, sighing and leaning on the door frame.
“A little. I know how though.”
“Okay. We'll share responsibilities. My brother's gone out to find supplies. He's been gone a while so, until he gets back, you can cook because I've not had a hot meal in two days,” he pauses to think, “I'll teach you how to shoot and some more knots and when Lucas comes back, he can show you how to find food aside from grocery stores and houses.”
“Alright. Deal,” I answer after he finishes speaking.
I don't mind cooking and stuff, really. He seems to be younger than me but not by much. I figure his brother has always taken care of him. Besides, I could really use the help. It's a fair trade and he looks like he needs some company anyway. Being alone too long can really get to you. I go into the room and put my bags down next to the bed.

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V. Agreement
“Whoa there, dude. Let's not get all shooty in here, okay? My car ran out of gas, I needed shelter. Your house was closest. That's it. I'm not here to rob you or anything.”
“Well, Merideth, who said you could strut in here?” he asks, saying my name like it's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.
“I thought the house was empty. Besides, the door was unlocked. You basically invited me in. Do you know one of your cows is dead?” I ask as he lowers his gun.
“Yeah. I know. You can stay for now. But you're going to have to help out around here. No free rides. Got it?”
“Yeah. Got it,” I say, grateful for a place to stay.
“Come on. I'll show you where you can sleep,” he says as he puts the gun down just inside the door of his room.
He leads me upstairs and to a bedroom to the right of the stairs.
“It's not, much but it's a bed. Bathroom's over there,” he says, pointing to a door across the hall.
“Thanks for letting me stay.”
“Know how to shoot?” he asks in lieu of responding to my thanks.
“I've never shot a real gun but I did pretty well in archery. Same principle, I guess,” I shrug.
“Knot tying?”
“Some basic hitches is all I know.”
“Do you cook?” he asks, sighing and leaning on the door frame.
“A little. I know how though.”
“Okay. We'll share responsibilities. My brother's gone out to find supplies. He's been gone a while so, until he gets back, you can cook because I've not had a hot meal in two days,” he pauses to think, “I'll teach you how to shoot and some more knots and when Lucas comes back, he can show you how to find food aside from grocery stores and houses.”
“Alright. Deal,” I answer after he finishes speaking.
I don't mind cooking and stuff, really. He seems to be younger than me but not by much. I figure his brother has always taken care of him. Besides, I could really use the help. It's a fair trade and he looks like he needs some company anyway. Being alone too long can really get to you. I go into the room and put my bags down next to the bed.