When the falling beam slammed into his shoulder, the first thing to go through Jay McGhee’s head was, I’m getting too old for this s**t. Danny Glover had had it right. And how much did he hate the fact that he was actually at an age now where he could empathize with a movie character he’d laughed his ass off at twenty years earlier.
He gritted his teeth against the new pain radiating across his spine and dragged the tarp over the packed dirt floor. It was the only part of the old barn that worked in their favor. Overhead, the roof blazed away, showers of sparks falling around him as the rest of his crew worked on extinguishing the blaze. The dry timber had gone up fast, faster than any of them had anticipated. Jay should’ve been in and out before it started coming down around his ears. He
