Chapter 11
“Bobby, I need your help.”
The blond man turned at the uncharacteristic use of his first name. He was in the process of fixing a metal plate onto the old tractor in the workshop near the stables. “Hey Miss,” he said and eyed the redhead with wary anticipation. Hana stood slightly to his right, wringing her hands together and panicking. She breathed hard from the hour and a quarter walk down the steep driveway and her thighs and calf muscles complained from the exertion.
“I don’t have anyone else I can ask,” she began and Flick moved out of his crouch position next to the machine and stood up, rubbing the backs of his knees. Seeing the state of Hana, his face softened and he took a step towards her. “What have you been doing? You look like crap!”
“Just walking. It’s a long wa
