Hank’s POV
“Are ya sure you don’t need any help?” June called from the porch, watching as I swung the ax she got from the delivery a few times to test it.
“It’ll be fine. I’m gonna chop a few trees for the corral to fix it so the horses don’t get out, and I’ll more than likely cut a couple extra as support beams for a lean to for ya. We can’t have the horses out to weather every night.” The weight of the ax felt good in my hand, something well crafted and sharp as a snake’s tongue.
“Alright. Just be careful.” She waves at me as I took off with Bunny and Octavio, intent on bringing most of the logs back within a trip or two.
Being a Morgan, Bunny was more of a riding horse than anything, but I was sure Octavio would puller his weight and then some. The horse seemed taken with the small
