Agreed. Thanks for coming.
Its what we do around here, neighbors helping neighbors. He paused at the doorway, half swallowed by shadow. No thanks necessary.
The thing is, I dont see any other neighbors rushing in to help.
No, Whip likely broke their good will long ago. Hes a hard man, but he was hardest on you. That was never right.
Doesnt that fall into the category of the past?
Im just sayin. Hunters iron jaw softened, perhaps a momentary weakness. Get back to the wash-down. If Milton knew I was standing around shootin the breeze when I ought to be working, hed have my hide.
Tempting to say youd deserve it.
No doubt. An almost-smile curved the chiseled line of his mouth. He disappeared through the barn doors, leaving her alone in the sunshine.
A cows moo started the rest of the herd lowing, a loud bawling that shattered the evenings peace. Shaking her head, she headed inside. Hunter McKaslin back on the Wilson farm again. How about that? She dearly hoped it was not a trend. Having him around here all the time? Could not happen. No way, no how. There was one piece of the past she couldnt banish down, and it was sitting inside the house with Dad, watching spaghetti Westerns.