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The man in the field

Bobby Morris sat on the porch of his family's two-story farmhouse skipping rocks across the ground.

His folks were about to head into town which was a good twenty-five to thirty-minute drive. "We'll be back in an hour or two Bobby," his dad said as he stepped off the porch.

"You stay near the house and if you feel unsafe you call the sheriff you hear now." His mother said as she stepped near Father. "Yes Ma" Bobby replied.

"I need you to understand boy, it ain't safe in the woods boy." His father said sternly.

"Yes, Pa I got it" Bobby replied skipping a rock across the ground.

His father Mr. Marris sighed but said nothing as the two walked toward the old red pickup truck parked in the driveway. "Are you sure this is a good idea, John? I don't like leaving him here alone." Mrs. Morris said nervously as the two walked.

"He's a big boy...he can take care of himself." Mr. Morris replied casually.

"But John-" "Martha...it'll be okay." Mr. Morris said exasperated.

Martha Bobby's mother looked back worriedly at Bobby. Bobby smiled and waved at her in order to dismiss her fears and concerns. Martha waved back still worried as she got into the passenger side of the old pickup truck.

The truck took a good two minutes to start shootin' up a storm as it started. The truck then pulled out of the driveway and drove off up the road. Bobby watched until the truck turned into a small red dot over the horizon.

"Jesus I thought they'd never leave!" Bobby said exasperated.

Though he couldn't quite blame his folks for being worried. Over the past two weeks well over fifty people disappeared all over Truman County. Nobody knows what happened to them...they just up and went missing.

A couple of them were from town. Two of them were from his school!

One of them was Mr. Barryman the Physics teacher. He went hiking along the trails near town but never came back. When a search was conducted for him they couldn't find anything.

Not his shoes, not his gear, nothing...it was like he just vanished.

Bobby heard the phone ringing inside. He stood up and made his way inside the house making sure to whip his feet off before he entered. He walked past the two couches in the living room and into the kitchen where the house phone was on the wall.

"Hello Bobby Morris here," Bobby said lazily as he answered the phone.

"Hey Bobby your parents home?" Came the voice of Bobby's friend Todd.

"No Todd they're not. They just went uptown not too long ago." Bobby replied.

"How long will they be gone?" Todd asked.

" 'Bout an hour or two give or take," Bobby said.

"Man, I wish I could walk over!" Todd whined. Bobby rolled his eyes at that. Todd was always in some sort of trouble around town.

Of course, Bobby would get caught up in it as well, such as the time when the two of them stole some tires from Old Man Chester's junkyard. Bobby and Todd tried to hop into a ditch when they spotted one of the AMC Matadors that the sheriff's office used.

Turns out it was Sherrif Marshall himself. Bobby and Todd both had to spend the summer cleaning up trash from the country all around Truman County.

"What did you do this time?" Bobby asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing it's because of all these disappearances around the county," Todd replied.

"Yeah, I know what you mean man." Bobby said with a sigh as he leaned against the wall. "All these disappearances have got my parents buggin' out."