Chapter 8Nate pulled the Jeep into a short, gravel driveway and cut the engine. The structure before them possessed framework and little else. A diamond in the rough when it came to houses on the preserve. A handful of men carried on their task, everything from carrying lumber to climbing ladders and securing clamps to hold the boards solid before and after adding in the nails.
Donner slid out of the passenger’s seat, ambled closer, and stopped. His gaze took in the surrounding area, then locked on the structure in its infancy.
Closing the distance, Nate appraised Donner. “I read something in your face. What is it?”
Donner pointed to the left. “I see evidence of flooding over there.”
Nate nodded while taking in the scene of still piled brush and washed-out areas left over from the rive
