Chapter 36: CHAPTER 36: Somerset

　　Standing in the middle of town, I can’t see why Jesse James and his gang had ever set foot in this place. It has too much flair and too many people for my taste. I had originally thought that Somerset, Kentucky would be a quiet hometown, considering it is just west of the Daniel Boone National Forest and at the edge of Lake Cumberland.

　　Sure, I figured there might be hikers or several tourists, but when I showed up last week, it was practically bursting at the seams with everyone under the sun. I guess that I could have done worse, but when you are looking for some place quiet to hide out for several weeks, you don’t exactly want to draw attention to yourself with people from all around. At least, I am getting closer to “her,” and that group hasn’t caused any more problems.

　　“Mr. Do you mind taking a picture of me and my husband in front of this statue?” A slender woman with an olive complexion and dark brown hair stares at me with big brown eyes, after asking.