Like most of the badland towns in Odina, Hollister had grown from a trading post into a small handful of buildings in the dunes, right on the fringes of the protections of society. Not many people stayed long, and those who did served those who didn't. If you were to look at the town from above, it would look like a stout cross with most of the buildings near the center, getting less dense as they got further out. The whole town held about two hundred people and only 84 of them lived there.
Emmanuel sat eagerly at a back table of the Jo Lee Burns Inn on the edge of Hollister. He had been circulating word of gathering a team to search for the the family he saw fall in the mountains. It had been almost a week now, plenty of time for word to get around. All he had to do was wait for people to show up.