Rebuilding Appaloosa Plains

Now the proud resident of the first single detached home built after the clear-out, Bridget didn’t waste any time in setting up her own garden. Tending to the community garden supplied harvests to tide her over until her own plants were ready. It was tiring work and she often ended her day covered in dirt, but all things considered, things were going really well. “Good morning,” came a cheerful voice from behind her. Startled, Bridget turned abruptly. A man wearing a postal service uniform was standing by her mailbox. “Sorry,” the man chuckled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” “That’s alright,” Bridget said, a bit embarrassed. She walked over. Despite his glasses, she could tell he had a friendly warmth in his eyes. “So far it's only you and the boarding house, you know,” he smiled. His smile, too, seemed to radiate warmth. “I hope it's not too long before people start to settle in. My parents say this used to be a cute town before everyone moved away.” “I'm Bridget,” s...