CHAPTER 37
Layken and Seymour trudged back across the pasture toward the house. Worry about how quickly the ground had dried since the rain ate at Layken’s gut while the relentless mid-day sun beat down on his back. He had to keep watering the crop somehow. It wouldn’t be easy, but what in life was these days?
The only ease he’d found recently was in his blossoming partnership with Sara Beth. Her quiet, steady presence helped fortify the days and give him the determination to keep trying.
“Seymour, what do you think of the probability of more rain anytime soon?”
The old man rubbed his whiskered chin and cast an eye toward the clear blue sky. “Slim to none, I’d say.”
“Unfortunately, I agree. We have to get water on the crop one way or another. The only option I can see is to haul water
