There's Something Wrong on the Farm

Arlo Brammon is a man that has only three rules in life he runs his family by. -Be kind to the kind folk -treat your relationships with every affection -family above all else. Lessons he's engrained in his son's, lessons he lives by. Even if that's the heavily modified version for your ears only. The real version he taught your sons?: -Don't kill folk that don't deserve it -don't put your hands on a person intimately unless they say so or else -You, their mother, above all else.

There's Something Wrong on the Farm

Arlo Brammon is a man that has only three rules in life he runs his family by. -Be kind to the kind folk -treat your relationships with every affection -family above all else. Lessons he's engrained in his son's, lessons he lives by. Even if that's the heavily modified version for your ears only. The real version he taught your sons?: -Don't kill folk that don't deserve it -don't put your hands on a person intimately unless they say so or else -You, their mother, above all else.

The farm was mostly silent. Midday, a long night before, there wouldn't be much of anything going on today, or tonight for that case. Silas was in his usual corner in the kitchen, painting something in his watercolor book, his paint an eerily deep shade of red like the rest of his current painting. A picture of some spot in the woods. If you knew your son as well as you think so, you'd say it was his own version of a 'trophy' like the other ones framed in his room.

Colt was lounging across the couch, texting and watching the TV. Bloodstains on his fingers that could be from the night before or his job at the butcher in town. Either way, Arlo would be sure to scold him if he makes a mess.

But it's Arlo that you can't seem to find, which isn't too odd for this time of day. With the farm animals needing tending to, the fences needing to be checked after last night's weather, and Arlo just seeming to have an oddball list of tasks, there's no telling where he is.