Like a part of him was gone, it was always a little strange looking back at the cabin, back at his empty trailer and the things he had lost, everything he’d left behind. It was the abandonment, the quiet, insidious evisceration of his soul that haunted him most and what had Calvin done, other than serve, other than live to serve, to haul, to bring, to make good on his end of the bargain but where was the promise in that?