Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
“Am I doing this right?” Joel heard Mick ask.
“Looks like it,” Sammy replied next to him. “And I must say that hat improves the character of your face. What do you think, Joel?”
Joel found it difficult to take his eyes off the bad neighbor’s house across the field. From here he could see its outline, and a tiny bit of the shack motel being built on the front side, but not much detail—other than the lone figure of a man walking directly towards them, having come out the back door.
“Joel?” Sammy repeated.
Joel glanced down at the fence stretcher tool in Mick’s hand. “Looks good,” he said. “I think you’re getting the hang of it. I’d wrap the splices a little tighter before pinching the ends.”
“What makes them come down?” Mick asked.
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