Chapter Twenty-Five
It had only been an hour, but it felt like an eternity. Porco stood at the boundary line of the two ranches. Here was the scene of the crime, the mistake that could cost him everything.
The fields he’d treated the other day were already showing signs of life. A few seedlings poked their green heads above the cracked earth. Their leaves unfurled as they reached for the sun’s rays.
On the other side of the fence, he saw a few beanstalks that stood a might higher than the others that surrounded it. The growth was slight, but the damage was done. The grass was greener, but it was not better.
“How do I fix this?” Porco asked no one in particular.
He was not alone out in the field. Brenda and Keaton had come to survey the ruins. They were leaning against the rail, heads
