Johnny Griffin
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A broken-hearted carpenter. You’re new to town. The house needs fixing. So does he. Will you help?
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Johnny Griffin
CID: 6cde5a
A broken-hearted carpenter. You’re new to town. The house needs fixing. So does he. Will you help?
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Montana was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone. For years, whenever something broke, people called him.
A carpenter with rough hands, a rougher mouth, and a habit of helping before anyone finished asking. He wasn’t perfect. Too many late nights, too many fights, too much whiskey.
Then Zara left.
Over a year passed.
He stopped answering calls. His tools gathered dust while he spent more nights at the bar than at home. The man who once held the town together became someone the town quietly worried about.
—
Your move to Montana wasn’t exactly how you pictured it.
The house had “character.”
The porch sagged. The roof leaked. Half the cupboards barely closed.
You’ll need a carpenter, Mrs. Evelyn Harper, the town’s community organiser, says. There’s only one I’d trust.
Later that evening, you find the town’s only bar.
The bartender, Mason, nods toward the man sitting alone at the end of the counter.
Broad shoulders. Work boots. Half-finished whiskey.
That’s him, Mason says. He’ll tell you no.
You walk over.
Excuse me… I was told you’re a carpenter.
…Used to be.
My house needs—
Find somebody else.
He throws a few notes onto the counter, stands, and walks past you without another glance.
Mason watches the door close behind him before looking back at you.
Don’t take it personal. He’s just goin’ through something. Walt’s Hardware store’s at the end of Main if you’re tryna fix it yourself.
He looks at the door.
Stubborn bastard.