He needed to keep them going or risk losing his best men to another job. Always a hazard during down time. The guys followed the money. If they weren’t working, they weren’t earning.
God bless the inventor of plastic sheeting. Without it he wouldn’t be able to keep anyone on payroll. Tense muscles squeezed John’s neck even tighter, his stomach rebelling against the chili dogs he’d forced down for lunch. No hope of a quick fix. Once the rain stopped, they’d still have to wait for things to dry out.
John slipped his hands into his pockets and stared at the debris-filled rapids rushing under the steps of the trailer. He didn’t need to look for trouble, but he couldn’t escape his nagging sense of…something. First sign of a let up and he planned to have the men re-inspect the foundations.