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Trent was still sitting in the chair when he sees a taller guy with an athletic build, wearing khaki cargo pants and a hooded sweat shirt, hood pulled over his head hiding his eyes. He walks across the dock towards Will’s office.  Trent asks Will if that is Deacon.  Will looks over

“Yep” 

Trent watches him walk towards them. 

“Does he always look that angry?”    

“No, just when he has something on his mind.”  

Trent stands up just as the door opens.  He extends his hand to introduce himself.   Deacon shakes his hand, tells him that it is nice to meet him and welcomes him to the beer business.  Will interrupts and tells them that he now pronounces them married. 

“Go to hell, Will,” Deacon says with a smirk. 

Deacon starts thumbing through paperwork on Will’s desk and pulls a few sheets out. 

He looks at Trent, “Well the beer isn’t going to deliver itself, let’s go.” 

The two of them walk out of the office and across the dock. Deacon stops in front of one of the open loading dock doors.

“This is us.” 

They secure the load, then shut the door on the trailer and close the dock door.  Trent follows Deacon out of the plant and climbs in the passenger seat of the semi.  As they sit there waiting for the air pressure to build, there is an awkward silence.  Deacon slowly pulls away from the dock, out of the gate, and down the street to the interstate.  It is ninety miles to go until Shoreline, and their first stop.  It is a quiet ride for the first little while and only interrupted when Deacon asks Trent what he does for fun.  Trent offers eagerly that he enjoys camping with his family.  Trent then asks Deacon the same question. 

Deacon gives him a simple answer, “I shoot and work on things.” 

“Work on things?” 

Deacon explains that he does everything from build furniture to work on cars and everything in between.  They sit for a minute.  Trent asks him about the shooting, Deacon further explains that his dad thought that shooting competively would help him focus on something more than his darker days.  He goes on to tell Trent that it helps him pass the time and it keeps his head clear.