Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sweat dripped down between Cash’s shoulder blades as he worked to hammer shingles into place on the last of the cabins they were building for the first crew of veterans. His shirt stuck to him as the late April sun beat down hard. Next to him, Travis drew up, wiping his forehead. “We’ll have thunderstorms tonight. I’d bet money.”
Cash pulled off his damp shirt, tucking it into his back pocket. No sense in soaking it through. “Let’s get this roof finished then.”
They’d had thunderstorms every night he’d been back at the ranch. Without Kate, it had been rough, but he was managing. The first night, he’d helped himself to Travis’s couch, thoroughly unnerved by the thunder. But the next morning Travis had suggested he load a meditation app on his phone. Cash couldn’t say
