Chapter Thirteen
MITCHELL SUNK HIS FINGERS into the hessian bag, braced his abs and hefted the final load of feed onto the truck, letting out a huge sigh as it landed with a thud. His shoulders were screaming in pain and he rolled them backwards in an attempt to stifle the feeling.
“Ahhh...”
It didn’t help much, but the pure relief of finishing such a massive job was enough for him. It was too much for one man, but he didn’t have much of a choice now.
It was the sixth day since Jay had left, and his existence had gone from average to hellish. The boys had kicked him out of their sleeping quarters, forcing him to sleep in the stables. That wouldn’t be so bad since he didn’t mind the fresh air and animals, except for the fact that the men refused to work with him, too.
So, every day whe
