Chapter 11
While the Harleys bathed, Frank and Gregory took care of the horses.
“I never thought I would say this, but I’m actually happy to see my mother,” Gregory admitted to Frank as they worked side-by-side.
“I can understand,” Frank replied, feeling a twinge of pain for his own family.
“We need to figure out what we’re going to do, Frankie.” Gregory focused on brushing one of the mares down. “If they ask, we have to have our story straight.”
“I know, but we haven’t had time to think about it. We’ve worked so hard on the farm. It seems a waste of the last few years to leave everything.”
“There’s still not even a land office anywhere near here. The clock doesn’t start ticking on the claims until we get the paperwork filed. And what if, after all this, that railroad does come throu
