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PART 2: Splinters Chapter 9: Cracking the Door The next Friday after work, Kaitlyn, her mother, and I drove to Salt Lake City, about 4 hours up from Moab. We’d both taken the next week off work, citing the need to prepare for the upcoming wedding. Kaitlyn got approval easily, being newly in her boss…

Chapter 8: Invitations Monday at lunch, I ran into Officer Poulsen again, he getting his breakfast for his late shift patrolling the town. I waved him over. “Hello, Officer,” I greeted him. “Been a while. Did you hear about the two additional fencing operations they rolled up a few counties away from here from that…

Chapter 2: Meeting the Fam We arrived at the farm early enough for introductions and chatting, about an hour before dinner. We were greeted first by Kaitlyn’s mother Mary, which she pronounced like there was an extra ‘i’ in there somewhere: “Mayree.” I later learned that she was second-generation Irish, which explained the explosion of…

PART 1: Fireworks Chapter 1: Salad Days We slipped quickly down the broad office-carpeted hallway outside the courtroom to find bathrooms to change in, exchanging the nice court clothes we wore while testifying earlier today for our biking outfits. Moab is a small bike-friendly town, so Kaitlyn and I rode almost everywhere. I live about…