That settled it. Scotty would just leave when Rodeo was asleep or left the room or something. Problem solved. It certainly beat arguing with the man too. Nibbling on his thumb nail, Scotty nodded.
"What were you looking for?" he asked around his thumb. If anything, Scotty could leave and maybe look for- well, whatever Rodeo was trying to find. Scotty was good at locating objects. He always seemed to know where to look. He could leave it at the library as thanks and then somehow make his way back up to Maine. His old house had to still be there.