Chapter Six
Trimming back the dead plants took another hour. Then the delicate process of digging up the roots began. The living vines had to be cut loose from the trellises. Once the roots were free, everything had to be shifted down the row.
Nola lifted the first of the root bases, her arms burning with the weight of it.
T crouched down to lift the next one.
“Don’t,” Beauford said, taking T under the arms and lifting her to her feet. “You keep the vine part from dragging.”
“I can do it,” T said so softly Nola almost couldn’t hear.
“But we won’t let you,” Catlyn whispered, looking at the ground as soon as she noticed Nola watching them.
“Coming,” Beauford said, easily lifting the root bundle and following Nola the twenty feet down the row to where the plants needed to be transferre
