Chapter 41

Saturday dawned frigid and foggy. The wisps of white curling over the ground and around the trees as he drove out to Chester's farm gave Ethan the illusion of solitude he'd been craving and dragged out memories of winter mornings on the ranch with his grandfather. There'd be more memories where those came from once he got to work. Temperatures would rise with the sun, and he knew he was in for a day of sweaty labor.

He wished he'd had time to walk the fence line before today. Chances were, there'd be multiple weak points in addition to the ones he knew about. But he'd made an educated guess when he'd picked up supplies at the co-op yesterday. He'd even brought his own tools. Ethan wasn't taking chances that Chester would have what was needed to do the job right.