Chapter 9
As they approached the northern boundary, Sally growled at the three surveyors traipsing through their fields. The crops were struggling in the hot and dry summer, and this didn’t help.
Frank’s temper got the best of him. “What are you doing? Don’t you see we’ve got crops planted there?”
“Well, well, well,” sneered Phillip Bernard. “If it isn’t you two.” He paused dramatically. “How nice that we meet again.”
“What is going on here, Bernard?” Gregory blurted out.
“You’re Mr. Young, if I remember right.”
Phillip Bernard paused, and Gregory nodded to answer him.
“We are surveying land for the Leavenworth, Lawrence, and Galveston Railroad Company. That railroad is going to come right through here from Leavenworth, Kansas, and go all the way to Galveston, Texas.”
Frank’s eyes
