Chapter 6
Jimmy Cantor looked up from his workbench and wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. It was warm enough in the sun for him to move his current project outside for the afternoon. It was good to be out in the fresh air after being cooped up for the better part of the winter in the old stone church he called home. The road leading to his property was easily seen from the higher ground the church stood on. It was no longer a church, of course, but the structure was solid brick and limestone, easily defendable, and its location practically impossible to approach without being seen. It was small, so it was easy to heat in the winter and had enough windows for the breeze to blow through in the summer. Most important, it had been here, needing few repairs, when he was looking f
